my waist. His chin flicked up so his face was angled toward mine. His thumbs stroked along my lips, slowly, teasing. I held my breath; then he parted his mouth and asked, “What is your name, kotyonok?”
Exhaling deep, I whispered, “Elene.”
He froze, his thumbs stilling on my ribs. His head tipped to the side, and without taking his eyes off mine he moved his mouth forward until he stopped just a fraction from the tip of my nipple. My body tensed when he licked his lips and, leaning the final inch forward, his tongue flicked against my hard flesh. I cried out at the sensation, my fingers wrapping around the chain suspending my arms.
The monster hummed as he swallowed down my taste. His eyes closed, and when they opened again they were alight with hunger.
Shuffling closer, I almost whimpered seeing his naked length hard and aroused. And he was huge. I had nothing to compare it to, but I instinctively knew he was larger than most. The intense ache between my legs vied with intense trepidation. Would he take me?
My pulse raced with fear at the thought, but all those thoughts dissipated as his tongue once again licked at my nipple. Only this time it was not a flick; the flat of his wet tongue laved over me. He licked and licked until I feared my chains would snap under the strain of my fisting hands. My skin was on fire. It flushed. A bead of sweat trickled down my spine.
His hand moved to palm my flesh, and with a soft growl his mouth swallowed the flesh of my breast, before sucking it back, his teeth rolling the nipple in its grip.
My head snapped back, and I emitted a muffled cry. My legs strained and pulled at my ankle shackles. It felt too good, my body bending at the heat of pleasure coursing through my veins.
Glancing down, my eyes widened as he watched me. But that was not what had me entranced; that honor belonged to his free hand, which palmed his length. His gaze held mine captive as his hand roughly, but slowly, stroked up and down the flesh of his hard shaft.
Knowing he had my breathless attention, the monster moved in again. He repeated the action—sucking, licking, and palming my breast until I fought to gain my breath, fought to maintain composure.
Pressure began building between my legs. I fought to close my thighs, to relieve the ache, the pleasurable pain throbbing in my core, but the shackles held tight.
As something big, something so intense, built between my legs, the man pulled back. I gasped for breath as the sensation began to fade; then a wave of frustration swept in and I regained control.
“No,” I protested almost silently, most certainly reluctantly.
The man’s hands still roamed over my body. I heard his sharp exhale of breath. Glancing down, I saw his face was upturned. I stilled at the strange expression on his damaged face. I could not read what he was thinking. His scarred cheeks were flushed, his nostrils flared, and his eyes were so bright that I felt they could see into my soul.
Shaking his head, he clenched his jaw, then demanded, “Name.”
My body was taut, in need of something, reaching for something I didn’t understand, but I let my head drop as I answered, “Elene.”
His bright eyes frosted, and he dived for my other breast, sucking the plump flesh into his mouth, his hot tongue lapping at the raised bud. I moaned; then the noise got trapped in my mouth as his hand journeyed south. With his mouth occupied at my breast and his hand dragging down the center of my torso, my senses overloaded. I tried to bend my knees to relieve the ache, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move.
Removing himself from my breast, he focused his attention on my eyes as his hand drifted lower still. His roving fingers stopped as the hair between my legs began. My heart thundered so hard in my chest that I could hear its heavy beat pounding in my ears. I studied every inch of his face; heat pooled at my core when his teeth ran over his full bottom lip. A frustrated groan rumbled from deep inside when the pad of his index finger began tracing the perimeter of my triangle. Heat sliced up my spine. But this did not compare to how my body burned when the the man flicked out his tongue and