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“Oh God. Travis. Please. I don’t think I can take anymore.” She was panting, trying to catch her breath as her climax built, Travis’s heated, marauding tongue driving her insane. His erotic imprisonment made her arousal sharper, any inhibitions she’d ever had completely gone. There was only the pleasure washing over her body like a waterfall, pummeling at her until she no longer had a coherent thought.
Her climax tore through her body the moment Travis buried two of his fingers into her empty channel, her body so full of him that she imploded. Her channel clamped around his fingers, and Ally threw her head back and groaned. “Travis, Travis, Travis.”
He was there to catch her before she hit the floor, her legs too weak to remain standing. Travis carried her, still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, to the bed and dropped her in the middle of it. She heard the rustling of his clothes as she panted, trying to recover her breath.
She let out an audible sigh as she felt his naked body come down over hers, the feel of his heated skin making her groan feebly. She felt the ties on her hands come loose, only to be fastened again over her head and obviously attached to the headboard. “Please. I need to touch you, Travis.” She wanted to wrap her arms around his hot body, absorb his essence.
“Not this time. You look beautiful like this, Ally. I just want you to feel. I want this to last,” he rumbled. “You might be the one bound, but I’m just as helpless as you are. I want you to need me as much as I need you.”
Ally’s heart raced, amazed that he just didn’t understand that she did need him just as much as he needed her. “I do.”
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I want you to fuck me. Please. I need you.”
Travis let out a low growl of satisfaction and teased her clit with the silky head of his hard cock. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, toying with them. “You’re mine, Ally. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m all yours, Travis. And you’re mine.” Ally felt the same possessive instincts rising inside her, the need for him to belong to her as much as she belonged to him. “I want you to be mine. And I never want you touching another woman,” she told him fiercely, lifting her hips up, begging him with her body to take her. “Now fuck me.”
“Jesus, I love it when you say that,” he rasped.
Ally never had a chance to ask him which part he liked. He impaled her swiftly and deeply, his cock sinking deep inside her, filling her. “Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me, Travis. I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t.”
She continued to babble encouragement, anything to try to make him understand that she had the same ferocious, carnal needs as he did.
Travis grasped her hips, starting with hard, deep strokes of his cock, each thrust ecstasy for her as he claimed her. “Mine,” he grunted with every pump of his hips.
Ally was frenzied, her desperation to feel more of Travis making her crazy. She wrapped her bound hands around the tie and yanked, feeling the headboard yield and the cheap plywood slat give way. Her hands still bound together, she leaned up and looped them around Travis’s neck, bringing him down on top of her, her lips searching for his mouth. “Kiss me,” she panted, her patience at an end.
“Fuck it! I can’t take it anymore. Touch me,” Travis exclaimed irritably, his lips crashing down on hers and his cock beginning to pummel into her as they strained together.
Ally relished the feel of his body on hers, his demanding tongue invading her mouth. This is what she needed the most, this demanding, fervent passion that was about to make her come apart. Tightening her legs around his hips, she demanded more, meeting Travis’s every thrust with an urgency of her own.
She detonated, coming apart as she pulled her mouth from his, screaming his name as she came, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body pulsated.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Mark the shit out of me.” Travis groaned carnally as his warm release flooded deep inside her.
He ripped the blindfold from her eyes, and tossed it to the floor, watching her shudder in the aftermath of her climax.
He rolled to her side, and quickly untied her hands. Ally wrapped her arms completely around him, plastering herself against the warmth of his body. As erotic as being bound and blinded had been, she’d missed being able to touch him.
They caught their breath with their limbs tangled together, their bodies moist with perspiration. When Ally was finally able to move, she looked up at the headboard. “I broke it,” she said, mortified.
Travis looked up and his face broke into a broad grin. “I’ll get you another one. That’s good for my ego. I take it that’s another first?”
“Definitely,” she verified with a sigh. “I guess every woman should get it so good that she breaks a headboard at least once in her life.”
Travis kissed her gently on the forehead. “Sweetheart, you can break as many headboards as you want. I wouldn’t complain.”
And then, to Ally’s surprise, he actually laughed, and it was a sound so contagious and rare, that she found herself joining him, both of them whooping until they were breathless all over again.
When they finally made it down to the kitchen, Ally’s dinner was pathetic, but Travis swore it was the best meal he ever ate. Ally knew he was lying, but it was the sweetest lie she’d ever heard.
Later that night, Ally was jolted out of an exhausted sleep as she felt Travis suddenly sit up in a motion so swift that it made her whole body shift, her head dropping back on the pillow as it slid off his shoulder. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she could hear his erratic breathing and there was just enough moonlight to make out his face.
“Travis?” she questioned softly, wanting to know that he was okay. “What happened?” She stroked the damp hair on his forehead, her concern elevating another notch.
He groaned and swiped his palms over his face. “Something’s wrong with Kade.” Getting out of the bed, he quickly dressed, buttoning his rumpled shirt as he added, “I have to go.” He picked his phone out of the pocket of his pants, walking across the room to turn on a small reading light. He clicked a button on his phone, barking out immediately, “What the hell happened?”