The Healer's Hellion - Miranda Bridges Page 0,36

quiet as my anticipation builds. After having me bend my legs as much as I can, Braxton grips a set of vines and pushes the swing back. And then he yanks it toward him, spearing me with his cock.

The shock of the harsh penetration brings every inch of me to life. There is not one part of me that doesn’t burn with desire or quiver with sensation. Again he uses the momentum of the swing to thrust into me, and I swear it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I watch as he plunges into my body over and over, every muscle contracting and glistening with sweat. It’s a primal sight, seeing him unhinged as he fucks me crazily.

I can do nothing but drink in the sight of him, letting it burrow itself into my psyche. Even when he manipulates the vines to tweak my nipples simultaneously, causing intense pleasure, I don’t take my eyes off him. However, my orgasm builds so quickly because he’s touching and stroking every part of me, and it’s the most exquisite torture.

“Braxton, I can’t wait.”

He pulls out of me, and before I can ask him why, the vines all around me are shifting. They move and place me in a new position with my belly and thighs laid across a crisscross of green rope while facing the ground. The ones on my ankles and wrists pull and tug until I’m in the shape of a horizontal X with Braxton behind me, his hands on my ass.

“You can wait,” he says. When I shake my head, my hair slapping my cheeks, he smacks my ass. “You can and you will, Skylar.”

I suck in a breath as he massages my behind. “But I’m so close,” I whisper, my voice cracking.

“Soon, my love.”

Hearing that has me hanging my head and closing my eyes. He told me to trust him, and I’m glad I do because when he slams into me from behind, I think I’m going to die from how good it feels. He grips my hips, once again using the swing’s momentum to fuel his thrusts. Over and over my body welcomes the beautiful invasion, my sex clenching him greedily. He slaps my ass, and the burn that follows has me groaning so loud that I should be embarrassed. But I’m not because what he’s doing to me is mind-blowing.

He does it again to my other ass cheek, making it smart. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yes,” I pant.

“Come for me.”

I scream as his cock swells inside me, hurtling me into my orgasm. I come, each pulse of my sex like a stream of fireworks bursting underneath my skin, and Braxton does a second later, his groans joining my screams. He continues to thrust inside for a while as if he can’t stop or doesn’t want it to end. I let the vines hold me as I gently swing forward and back, my limbs shaking so badly that I’m happy to be tied up and secure.

“Braxton?”

My tiny voice floats in the air as the vines move once again. Except this time they weave and thread through one another until a hammock is constructed. Braxton comes to lay beside me, positioning me on top of him as he manipulates the structure to swing back and forth. The slight breeze cools my heated skin, and I close my eyes, entering into total and complete bliss.

“That was wonderful,” I whisper against his damp skin. I run my fingers on the contours of his chest, his nipple, and then up the column of his throat.

He snatches my hand and kisses my wrist. “Your delicate skin is slightly raw.” He frowns and sweeps his lips across the same spot again. “I should’ve been gentler, but I was so eager to have you.”

I smile at him. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

He looks up at me and brushes back a stray lock of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I don’t know how to explain it, but trust me when I say that I’m happy.”

He studies me before saying anything, but when he does, it makes me want to screw his brains out again.

“This expression on your face is the most beautiful thing,” he says. “It could be because you are finally mine, marked by me in all ways. Or it could be the flush of the orgasms I gave you that paint your cheeks a delightful pink. Or…”

I raise a brow, my heart fluttering in my chest. “Or?”

“Or maybe it’s because