He groaned deep in his chest.
". . . and there's not a darned thing you can do about it. I have to say, I really enjoy having you spread out before me like this. Let's see, are you ticklish here?"
"Dammit, woman, you are deliberately baiting me!"
"Mmm." I looked up from where I was nipping gently at his inner thighs. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"Yes, but that's beside the point. Cease your teasing."
"Or what?" I asked sweetly, gently squeezing his testicles. "Oh, didn't I mention that Sally said those ropes are magic? You can't break them, you can't slip your hands out, and you can't untie them from the bed. In other words, my sexy vampire, you are well and truly bound until such time as I want you free."
"Is that so?" I couldn't see them beneath the scarf, but I knew his eyes were filled with heat and passion and hunger, promising retribution for both my tone and actions. I allowed my grin to grow before dipping my head and taking him into my mouth.
He swore in Latin, his hips thrusting upward as I tasted, and swirled, and generally drove us both close to the breaking point.
"Yes," I said somewhat breathlessly a short time later, admittedly smirking to myself.
He whipped the scarf off to give me a heated look that came close to making my blood boil . . . until I realized just what that meant.
"Hey - " I started to say, but suddenly, I was on my belly at the bottom of the bed, Alec hard and hot behind me, the scarf twisted around underneath me. Alec used it to pull my hips up, parting my legs with his knees as he bent over me. "Alec! How did you get out of the magic ropes?"
"They weren't magic, mi corazon."
"Damn that Sally! She lied to me!"
"I'm sure she would think of it simply as being naughty," he said, kissing a path from my spine over to one hip before giving in to the hunger that threatened to swamp us both. Pain flared for a fraction of a second before melting into the most exquisite pleasure as he drank, my body aching with need for him.
"God shouldn't . . . oh Mother Mary, that is so good.... God shouldn't lie."
Alec's tongue swiped across the spot he'd been drinking from before he pulled my hips up with the scarf. "Now we shall see who is the one in power, and who is helpless."
"What are you doing? " I asked, every atom of my body quivering with anticipation and desire. "Are we doing it doggy-style?"
"You wanted bondage. Now you shall have it," he said, pulling up on the scarf as he thrust inside my body.
I had been about to protest that I had never done bondage, even bondage light, as I suspected this would be classified, but the sensation of the scarf pulling up on my pubic bone as he entered me was enough to push everything from my mind but that of the rapture he was giving me just by flexing his hips.
What's that, Corazon? Not going to protest that you are now my helpless captive?
I moaned in his mind as he slackened the scarf when he withdrew before pulling me upward again as he stroked back in.
Not going to deny that you can't escape my touch?
The angle was different than if I'd just been on my hands and knees, allowing him to plunge into depths that had not been reached before, waves of pleasure rippling outward with increasing intensity.
Not even going to demand I stop dominating you?
Oh, god, no! For the love of all that's holy, dominate me some more!
My approaching orgasm mingled with his sensations, tangling together until we were both poised on the brink.
Corazon?
Nnrng?
I love you, he said as he jerked upward on the scarf, sliding deeper and harder into me than he had before, his mouth hot on my shoulder as he bit.
It was too much for me, far too much. The orgasm, the sense of profound satisfaction he felt when drinking from me, and the knowledge that his love would burn eternally was all just too much. My body and soul seemed to explode simultaneously in rapture, a bright supernova of love and ecstasy that shone so brightly, I was surprised it didn't consume us both.