feral, hungry. His hands trembled and his muscles tightened as if he were holding back. He was doing everything he could to restrain himself. His lips inched closer to mine and hovered just slightly out of reach. He was teasing me. Making me ache for it. He pulled one side of my tank top down, exposing my breast. I let out a gasp as he squeezed my nipple between his fingers. His pressure increased as I arched my back up and pressed my cheek into the door.
He pulled down the other side and did the same, squeezing my nipple so hard and then releasing it, stroking it lightly in slow circles. It was driving me crazy. I twisted back and forth but his one hand still held my wrists firmly in place above my head.
Ozi gently wrapped his hand around my neck and crushed his lips onto mine. And I lost it. His tongue plunged into my mouth, carnal and vicious, hungrily exploring, almost bruising my lips in his urgency. And then he slowed, twirling the tip of his tongue around mine.
“Do you want to feel true pleasure?” He kissed my neck as he whispered. “Do you want me to give it to you?”
“Yes…” I murmured.
He dragged his tongue across my collarbone and my whole body shivered. “Have you ever been tied up before, Raven?”
I hadn’t, but the thought of it stimulated every nerve in my body. I would let him do whatever he wanted to me right now. I swallowed hard. “No…”
“Do you want me to?” His fingers were back to tracing circles around my nipples. I could barely think, let alone stand any longer.
“Yes,” I whispered. I needed to feel something other than heartache for once. I needed to feel alive.
He released my wrists. “Lay on the bed.”
My knees wobbled as I stumbled over to the bed. Black silk sheets welcomed me. I climbed up and laid back as he said, quivering in anticipation.
He watched me, his gaze traveling over every inch of my body. He climbed onto the bed next to me and reached for my wrists again. Above my head was a black leather rope with two loops. It hung from the ceiling. Ozi slipped my wrists through and tightened it so I couldn’t break free. He yanked my hips, sliding me down and the rope moved with me. For a split second I was terrified and strangely excited at the same time. I wasn’t going anywhere and I was at his mercy.
Ozi stroked my cheek. “If you want to be released at any point, say so and I will untie you instantly. I only want to bring you pleasure.”
He was a man of many faces—gentle and kind as well as dangerous and wild. I gave him a nod and held my breath as he slowly tore the chemise tank down the middle, exposing my breasts.
“I’ll buy you another one.” He cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples in between his fingers.
I arched toward the ceiling. “Don’t stop.”
He squeezed harder then dragged his fingers down my ribs, across my hips and stomach, then rested them just below my belly button.
I held his gaze as he gently pulled my shorts and panties off at the same time.
“Part your legs for me, darling.” He stroked the inside of my right thigh, urging me to spread apart for him.
I didn’t know how much more I could take. The waiting, the buildup to what was going to be the most insane climax I’ve ever felt. I opened my legs a little, unsure of what he wanted.
“Wider, darling,” he moaned in my ear. “I want to see all of you.”
I spread out like a butterfly, so wide the backs of my thighs pressed into the bed. “How’s this?” I murmured. My heart was racing. All I wanted was him inside me.
He parted the flesh between my legs, rubbing and caressing in slow strokes. I let out a whimper as his fingers caressed the outer flesh, teasing me. “Fuck…you are so wet.”
“Yes,” I panted. “I want more.” I could barely speak through bated breath. If my hands hadn’t been restrained, I would have pushed his hand farther.
I arched my hips up and he plunged his finger inside. I cried out and clenched around him.
He moaned. “And so tight too…”
I twisted and jerked with every thrust of his hand, aching for more. He sucked on my breasts, drawing circles around my nipples with his tongue. I thought I was going to explode.
I had never