She was burning alive. She could feel the blood racing through her veins, boiling with the intensity of sensation building within her. A touch shouldn’t do this, she screamed silently. It shouldn’t wrap her, not just in pleasure, but in an emotion that terrified her.
“I could touch you forever.” His lips moved against her trembling fingers, his breath a caress she felt clear to her soul. “You’re like hot silk and satin, as seductive as sin itself, Kimber.”
His head lowered then, turning to brush her fingers against his chin, to nudge them aside as he sought her lips in a kiss so soft it was like the caress of fairy wings against hers.
“Touch me, baby,” he whispered the heated plea against her lips. “Touch me, Kimber, like we’ll never touch again…”
Like he was touching her.
Chapter Twelve
Each touch was another layer of emotion, of pleasure. It was an unspoken vow, a memory Jared knew he would never be free of.
He watched her eyes; the dark green depths were liquid with her rising passion and the heat and hunger filling her body. Her face flushed, her lips becoming fuller as he nipped at them.
“Are you going to tease me to death?” she asked him huskily as he bent to her, his hands smoothing over her shoulders, her back. Had he ever touched anything or anyone as soft as Kimber?
“It would be my pleasure,” he growled, restraining his smile at her soft expulsion of laughter.
“That wasn’t what I meant,” she informed him, her voice breaking on a moan as his fingers tested the lush fullness of her hips. “I’ve been teased enough, Jared. I need you.”
He could hear the hunger that raged through his own body, heating her voice. Yes, she needed, just as he needed, wanted, craved. She was the air he breathed now, the beat of his heart. Letting her go would eventually destroy him.
“Move up.” He gripped her hips, easing her further up on the mattress as he spread her out before him. “This is my fantasy,” he told her roughly as he drew the strap he had anchored to the center of the headboard to the middle of the bed. “Give me your hands now.”
The long leather strap held two Velcro cuffs at the end. It would allow him to turn her to either her back, or lay her on her stomach without worrying about readjusting the position of the restraints.
He watched her eyes go wild with excitement, her ni**les tightening further as a whispering moan left her throat.
“Oh yes, you like this don’t you, baby.” He smiled tightly as he raised her arms and strapped her wrists into the restraints. “I like this too, Kimber. Having you helpless beneath me, unable to fight your needs, or mine. Seeing you go up in flames has to be the most beautiful sight in the world, baby.”
And it was. Jared could think of nothing more exciting, more arousing, than Kimberly’s lust. He wanted to fuel it, wanted to see how hot, how high he could make her burn.
He watched her tug at the restraints, saw her realization that unlike those at The Club, there was no escape from the ones he used. She strained against them, her body arching as lust began to overwhelm her.
“There you go,” he whispered as his hand smoothed between her br**sts to the rounded contours of her abdomen. “Go wild for me, Kimber,” he encouraged her as his c**k strained for relief between his thighs. “You’re nice and safe here. No one can see you, no one will take anything you can’t give. This is just for you, baby, all for you…”
Her lust was for him, though. He saw the desperation begin to glitter in her eyes as he reached for the items he had laid out on the bedside table earlier. The tub of lubrication gel, the little vibrating butterfly he would attach around her thighs to rest against the swollen protrusion of her clit, the remote that would activate the different levels of stimulation it was programmed for.
“Now, let’s spread those pretty little thighs.” He forced her legs apart, smiling tightly as she resisted, bucking against him as her hot little moans fueled his own passions.
Jared moved between her thighs, holding them apart with his own as his hands gripped the upper portion, his thumbs within inches of her glistening pu**y. The silken folds were unfurling, a soft blush pink thick with the nectar of her passion.
His mouth watered at the sight of the soft, feminine passion fruit. He moved his hands closer, his thumbs pressing back along the outer lips, watching the little slit widen to reveal the rosy, cream-laden interior.
Kimber was twisting beneath him now, her hips arching as she tried to force the aching flesh firmer into his touch.
“Stay still,” he growled, raising one hand and allowing it to fall firmly on the pad of her cunt.
“Oh God. Jared…” She cried out his name as her hips bucked higher, flinching from the pleasure rather than the pain.
Perspiration dotted her face, her br**sts, her soft little tummy.
“You like that, don’t you, Kimber.” He tapped at the delicate flesh again, relishing her lusty growl of feminine demand.
His fingers trailed along the slit as he lowered himself along the bed, tucking his c**k carefully beneath him as the thick flesh throbbed painfully.
“Spread your thighs wider, Kimber, or I might have to forget about the little treat I’m dying to taste here. I have to be able to get to it, baby,” he warned her, keeping his voice rough, with an edge of danger.