“Grif,” his name was a plea, a sigh. “I-I don’t know how to put the fire out alone.”
“You’re not alone, baby.” He pressed kisses to her neck, her collarbone, her gorgeous breasts. “You won’t be ever again. Stand up.”
She stilled.
He knew instantly where her mind had gone. “We’re nowhere near done, Nayla. This is just the beginning—and it’s all your choice. You decide if you want to follow my commands or not. I can only guarantee you’ll like it if you do.”
The tiny lines at the bridge of her nose deepened.
“Trust me. Stand up.”
She swallowed hard, then stood.
“Take off the shirt.”
Another brief hesitation.
He waited.
Her hands might have been shaking, but she did as he said. The shirt floated to the ground, leaving him staring up at her in all her golden pixie beauty.
He’d been so scared he’d never get to see her again. All his bullshit about keeping his emotions in check and not sharing his own messed up shit with her seemed so idiotic now.
“You are so gorgeous.”
She didn’t believe it. He saw the flicker of doubt in her gaze.
“Come here and I’ll prove it,” he commanded. “Put your pussy against my mouth, wild thing. I want to taste all the golden honey on my tongue.”
She started. “No one ever—”
“Don’t think. Do.” He tipped his chin up. “You want that fire between your legs out? It’s what we savages know how to do.”
Another long hesitation and then, she glided forward.
With a growl, he met her halfway.
He kissed the inside of her thigh. Inhaled deep. Fucking ambrosia.
She quivered against him.
He pressed slow kisses into the V of her legs. Dragged his teeth across her mons. Sild his shoulder between her legs so that one thigh straddled him and she was bared to him completely.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, the slight tug making him even harder.
He loved when she let her defenses down. When she stopped hiding her need. It left him wild. Savage. Hungry for more.
“You ready, baby? You think I showed you pleasure before? Just wait.” He trailed the flat of his tongue along her slit.
She shuddered. Moaned.
Knowing she was too lost to passion to notice much else, he caught her as her legs went weak. It was a risk, but one worth taking.
He grabbed her ass, half holding, half cradling her in place, controlling her hips while he flicked his tongue against the swollen, sweet nub that needed him.
They’d worked each other up so bad before, this wasn’t going to take long.
“Grif.” She panted his name, her fingers twisting in his hair, her hips rocked against his mouth.
Sexiest. Thing. Ever.
“That’s it, gorgeous.” He purposely growled the commands against her clit. “Ride my tongue. Take what you want. How you want it.”
She shuddered. Moved faster.
He gripped her tighter, using his hold to force her to slow, moving her up and down against the tip of his tongue. Deliberate. Controlled. He knew exactly how to send her higher.
“P-please.”
“That’s it, Nayla. Come for me, beautiful. Don’t hold anything back.”
“Grif!” She came apart, screaming his name, shattering beneath his tongue. The sweetest golden cream spilled into his mouth as she shook and panted.
He’d never experienced anything more exciting in his life. Or more fulfilling.
He savored every twitch of her body, every sweet gasp, until finally her body quieted and her grip on his hair loosened.
“I got you.” He drew her down.
Chest heaving, she sank into his hold, letting him guide her into his lap. Her eyes were shut as her head lolled against his chest. He wrapped her in his arms.
He could have held her like that forever, their hearts beating in unison, the tie between them stronger than ever, his throbbing dick nestled in her wet, satisfied heat.
But he knew that wasn’t possible.
Almost as soon as he thought it, she stiffened.
Her head snapped upright so fast she nearly clocked his chin. “Your hands.”
Revealing he was free of his binds was a risk on his part, but sometimes that was what was required. Words alone weren’t going to be enough to reach someone as wounded as Nayla. Action was vital. The big gesture type. The blow-up-in-your-face kind.
“Yup.” He kept his voice casual, his arms still cradling her close. “I’ve been out of the ropes for some time. But the choice was still always yours. I am not going to take that away from you ever again.”