The Healer's Hellion - Miranda Bridges Page 0,35
my cheek to his. “I think you need to be free of that. If you decide to be stubborn, I will have no problem helping you let go.”
“The only thing I want to control right now is you.”
His heated gaze, along with the seductive tone of voice, has me back to where we started, with me damp and wanting him to fuck me.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod. “Don’t let me down.”
“Never.”
He surprises me by releasing his hold on me and taking a step back. “Trust me, Skylar.”
“I do.”
No sooner have the words left my mouth than the vines start to move. They curl around my body before lifting me into the air and into the mass above. My breathing becomes accelerated at the strangeness of it all, but I press my lips together. If I trust Braxton, then I need to show him. And myself. This is a giant step for me and one that I’ve never wanted to take until now.
Surprisingly the vines are soft, and I watch as they slide and wrap around my wrists and ankles. With my arms above me and my legs spread apart, Braxton brings his chin down, and slowly I’m brought closer to the ground. The foliage cushioning and suspending my body acts like a throne, positioning me just high enough for Braxton to nuzzle my inner thigh with the tip of his nose, my feet level with his shoulders.
“Seeing you like this makes me want to just…” He shakes his head and then bites his knuckle, a hiss escaping through his teeth as he exhales. “Fuck! You are so beautiful.”
The way he’s looking at me has my sex clenching, and I lick my lips. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life. He closes the distance between us with predatory steps and then splays his hands on both my inner thighs, his gaze heated and wild. Without removing his eyes from mine, he trails his tongue from just underneath my knee all the way to my clit. The moment his lips close over the aching bud, I let my head fall back as my eyes drift shut.
The vines creak periodically as I strain against my bonds, wanting nothing more than to grab Braxton and haul him on top of me. Instead, I let him take control, and it’s immensely freeing. The all-consuming tingling from his mouth on the most sensitive part of my body has me coming fast, and my orgasm blindsides me, stealing my breath momentarily.
“I want to hear you,” Braxton murmurs silkily against my swollen flesh between hard sucks.
A moan is torn from my throat when he grazes my clit with his teeth, heightening my pleasure. I don’t hold back my whimpering as he brings about another orgasm, it stronger than the last. My cries hit the air, and he growls in answer, the vibrations against my clit making me writhe, my body trembling almost violently.
“That’s a good girl,” he says.
When I lift my head, my gaze heavy-lidded, I notice that I’ve been lowered a little more. His cock pulses against my entrance, and I give him the most pleading expression I can manage because I swear I’ll go insane if he doesn’t fuck me right now.
“Please,” I whisper, unashamed of my desire for him. “I need you.”
Instead of thrusting into me like I want, he takes his cock in hand and coats the head with dampness from my sex.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, lubricating his erection.
The sight of him doing that only makes me that much more desperate. I use my power to unravel the vines on my wrist, not willing to wait any longer.
“Skylar.”
The warning comes a split second before a vine smacks my ass. I jerk in the swing, my gaze locking onto Braxton.
He quirks a brow at me while easing his cock inside me just the tiniest bit. “I will turn that pretty ass of yours pink if you try to take the control away from me. You’ve had your fun, and now it’s my turn.”
In an act of surrender, I hold up my free arm and manipulate the vine back into place, effectively tying my wrist once more. He rewards me by slamming into me fully. I inhale sharply and grab the vines, digging my nails into the greenery to stabilize myself. Then I give Braxton a nod to let him know I’m ready.
He pulls out of me, and the sense of loss is overwhelming, but I remain