Page 13 of Etched In Stone (The Stone Saga #3.5)

Alexander

Tearing my eyes away from her delicate and creamy skin, I set the tray of food down on the small table in the corner and lit the candles already strategically placed around the room. The candlelight cast shadows that seemed to amplify the sizzling desire in the air.

Walking over to the settee, I picked up a coil of black nylon rope that draped over the back. Tonight, on the last night of our honeymoon, Krystina would be rendered helpless. I would own her, demanding her submission until every one of my desires was satiated.

I took off my shirt and moved to stand behind her. My eyes ran down the length of her flawless spine and settled on the curvature of her impeccable ass. A vision of those luscious hips opened to me flooded my brain.

Not yet.

I was nothing if not patient, and I knew the reward would be worth the wait. Squatting down behind her, I looped the rope around her wrists and went to work.

Sexual tension hung heavy in the air. The sensation of Krystina’s wrists in my grip, the feeling of her vulnerability and trust, was intoxicating.

It fueled the pure, carnal need that coursed through my veins.

I watched as her hands, delicate and graceful, succumbed to my binding.

As my fingers brushed against her skin, she trembled, a thrilling response to the impending restraint.

There was a moment of resistance, a flicker of uncertainty before she willingly yielded to the erotic tension.

It was a dance of dominance and submission, a sensual interplay of power and trust that left us both breathless.

I gripped her neck and angled her head back to look at me.

Her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and surrender.

She held my gaze, and at that moment, we were bound not just by restraints but by an unspoken understanding of mutual pleasure.

I stood and moved to the stereo system. With a few quick taps, Demi Lovato’s “Body Say” spilled from the speakers, low and throbbing.

The sultry beat and seductive lyrics filled the air, the kind of music that demanded skin on skin, every note dripping with desire and raw hunger. It was a soundtrack made for surrender.

Once the music was set, I shifted to the table and retrieved the tray of food and drink.

Selecting a succulent strawberry, I brought the crimson fruit to her mouth.

With deliberate slowness, she parted her lips to accept the offering.

Her teeth grazed it delicately with a hint of a knowing smile playing on her mouth.

This went on for the next thirty minutes. Each morsel I offered her, each shared bite, became an intimate exchange of desire and pleasure until I thought I might combust. I wanted her more than ever before. It was an unexplainable need of epic proportions.

I was desperate to be inside her.

To feel her velvet heat.

Pushing the tray of food to the side, I reached up with both hands and brushed the pads of my thumbs over her nipples.

My touch caused them to harden into erect peaks instantly.

She sucked in a tiny breath, followed by an exhale of desperation.

I pinched, twisting each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers, relishing the weight of her bare breasts in my hands.

When she moaned, any willpower I had to put things off any longer was thrown to the wayside.

I lowered my head and took a rigid peak into my mouth. She gasped in pleasure as I sucked and rolled it around my tongue. She tilted her head back, inviting me to take more, and I silently thanked all that was divine for gifting me this woman.

Moving up to claim her mouth, I pushed my tongue past her waiting lips and devoured her.

She moaned, the vibration of her lips sending an electric shock straight to my groin.

Our kiss was a dance of passion, conveying emotions that went beyond any spoken words.

I worked my way down her neck, savoring the feel of her pulse hammering beneath her skin as I breathed in her scent.

She smelled like coconut-kissed vanilla.

“God, Krystina. The things you make me want to do to you…”

I nipped up her neck to her earlobe. She lolled her head to the side and allowed me better access. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body tighter against me. She sighed her appreciation, and I crushed my mouth against hers again.

Lifting her, I wrapped those glorious legs around my waist. The heat of her sex pressed against the ridges of my abdomen.

She pushed forward, grinding against me, telling me her need was hot.

I could have buried my cock in her right then—to drive into her like the wild animal she made me.

But she deserved more than that tonight.

My wife merited worshipping.

I set her down on the edge of the bed covered in satin, kissing down her body, over her shoulders, breasts, and thighs, savoring the delicious taste of her skin.

I spread her legs apart and pressed my cheek against her inner thigh. Her exposed lips were lush, pink, and inviting.

“Oh, angel.”

My face hovered over her glistening sex, and I blew softly until she began to pant. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to taste her. I swiped my tongue over her clit. Her breath hitched, and she cried out. It was all the encouragement I needed to bury my face in her soaking wet heat.

I reached up and took hold of her breasts, gratified to feel her nipples still pebbled from arousal.

I twisted and pulled at the taut peaks. The pulsing in her clit signaled she was already near release, but I kept her on edge and didn’t allow her to come.

Her back arched as I circled and teased, deliberately driving her to madness.

Her breath was ragged when she looked down at me, eyes wild and full of passion. Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze was desperate.

I pushed her backward onto the bed. Her bound hands forced her back into an arch, elevating her breasts. I shoved her legs up roughly and spread her wide. Then I devoured her like a starving man who would never get his fill.

It wasn’t long before she cried out. Her juices, the sweetest of all nectars, coated my tongue and lips as I suckled every drop of her release. I felt a tremble course down her legs and smiled in satisfaction.

“I’ve only just begun, angel.”

Taking advantage of her lithe state, I removed the rest of my clothing.

My cock sprang free, happy to be released.

Climbing back onto the bed, I flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her hips.

With experienced fingers, I quickly untied the rope that was binding her arms together.

Once completely unraveled, I slid off the bed and fashioned new knots.

These would be to secure her ankles to the bedposts.

Once she was secure, I looked to see if she showed any level of discomfort.

Her head was angled to the side with her lips parted slightly.

But her eyes—those pools of chocolate brown—were dark with want.

She knew how defenseless she was in this position.

Lying face down with her legs bound open, her ass and pussy were vulnerable to my every desire.

“I’m going to bury my cock inside you. Deep. You’ll feel every inch of me.” I paused and slid a finger over her puckered rear. “Everywhere.”

Her response was a carnal moan that was music to my ears. I skimmed my hand down to part her wet slit. One finger. Two fingers. I slowly and deliberately stretched her, preparing her for my invasion. She was more than ready for me.

I positioned myself at her waiting entrance. Gripping her hips, I speared her opening, easily sliding to the hilt. Her breath caught, and her mouth went slack as she absorbed each stab of pleasure. I moved hard and fast, in and out, working her into a desperate frenzy.

“Alex, make me come. Please! I need to come around you!”

I loved it when she begged. Something about the way the word “please” sounded on her lips made me wild with lust.

I kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, then pulled up her hips until she was on her hands and knees.

With her ankles still secured to the bedposts, her thighs were forced further apart.

Every intimate part of her was open and more exposed to me than ever.

She exhaled and closed her eyes. I groaned and pushed forward until the tip of my cock was pressing against her very core.

“Oh!” she gasped in shock.

I knew how much she liked it this way—deep from behind, with my cock hitting every internal pleasure point. White-hot pleasure rocketed through my veins as the walls of her vagina constricted to adjust to me. She wrapped me in heat, pulsing with desire.

“Come for me, Krystina.”

I pulled back slowly, then drove home again. And again.

“Alex! she screamed out. Her body writhed with pleasure, her climax vibrating around my cock. But I didn’t stop. I wanted more—to take and give all I could.

She was like a goddess with her head thrown back in passion—her opulent chestnut curls a wild mane around her head, and her lush breasts bouncing as I thrust into her. I gave her bottom a light smack.

“Yes! she screamed out. Again!”

Holy fuck. This woman.

“You it rough. You need to be dominated. You crave it.”

I smacked her again, this time harder than the last. I pounded into her, spanking her repeatedly until her ass was bright red and my palm stung. Krystina clawed at the sheets, rocking and moaning as I possessed her. She was wild with need, and I knew she’d take anything I had to offer.

Without breaking our connection, I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a butt plug and bottle of lube.

Krystina watched me, her eyes wide with trepidation.

However, we’d been here before, and she trusted me.

The ultimate pleasure was only a breath away as long as she relaxed her body enough to accept it.

And that she did.

With ample lube, the plug slid in with minimal resistance until all I could see was the jeweled end. Once it was in place, her pussy clenched impossibly tighter around my cock.

“Fuuuuck,” I moaned.

Then I began to move again. I pounded into her with a savagery like never before—dominating her. Owning her. She was mine, and I was hers.

For all of eternity.

I took us higher and higher until I felt her stiffen. Reaching under her, I pinched her clit just hard enough to heighten her orgasm. When her climax rocketed through her body, she screamed.

“Ahhh, Alex!”

Her sex tightened like a vice around me, and I knew I would soon follow her.

I gripped her hips and slammed into her.

“Krystina, I’m right there!” I hissed through clenched teeth.

“Let me feel it deep. Please, Alex!”

Please.

Her spectacular cry was enough to send me over the edge. My mind went blank before a bright awareness spread through me. I plunged deep and held the position, allowing my seed to erupt into the intimate recesses of her body.

My connection to the extraordinary woman beneath me was complete.