Page 21 of Give It a Day (Song-Smith #1)
Reaching for it on the floor, I take my belt in my hands, then make quick work tying her wrists together, pressing her silver bracelet into her skin.
She watches me, breathless and shivering.
She doesn’t cower, of course. Kaye might be a flight risk, but she’s no coward.
She only retreats from feelings, not challenges.
She smiles, her wrists tugging at the belt around her wrists. “I thought it wasn’t about the ties that bind us.”
“Let’s agree that for tonight—and any night you want this—that it is.” I crush my body against hers, then press more and more of my weight, until I hear her gasping for air. “So damn pretty when you can’t breathe, Kaye.”
Before she can say anything, I crash my mouth onto hers, desperate to taste her. She groans into the kiss, and I swallow the sound like it’s oxygen. My hands tangle in her hair, dragging her closer, like I could pull her under my skin if I just hold tight enough.
Her lips part and I take, take, take—because I can’t help it. It’s never enough. The way she kisses me back, unafraid, full of fire and need wrecks me. It feels like I can’t get enough.
I growl against her lips. “I love you.”
She deepens the kiss, moving her restrained wrists to wrap her arms around my neck. My heart pounds, violent and raw. Then she does the same with her legs, circling around my middle, drawing me impossibly more toward her. My ribs ache as if she’s prying me open from the inside out.
When she doesn’t say anything back, I pull away, looking into her eyes. I see something in there akin to love, yet she still won’t say it.
As if reading my mind, she says, “You’re it for me, Dae.” Her restrained hands leave my neck to cup my jaw.
I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of her touch. Her words do nothing to salve my craving for the exact words I want to hear.
But then she snaps me out of it when she lightly smacks my cheek. “Let that be fine enough for now.”
I open my eyes to give her a surprised but pleased look. “I’m not a man who settles, Kaye.”
I lose myself in her eyes. My heart flutters. That damn thing inside me flutters.
“But I will for you. I’ll be your anything.”
She smiles, and I can’t help but mirror it. “The wedding’s taken place. The ring’s on my finger. You made me yours. You’re already my husband.”
“That I am. And you’re my wife.” I grin. “You’re mine.”
“Then prove it, pretty boy.” Those lovely lips of hers part, and I expect her to tease me, but instead, she invitingly teases, “Ruin me.”
With a fire in my chest, I pin her restrained wrists above her head with one hand, while the other lines my shaft into her, stretching her wet center slowly. “ Mine ,” I grunt by her ear, trailing heated kisses down her neck.
“Yours…” she whispers before I crash our lips again, shoving my tongue past her moaning lips.
She moans louder as I dominate her in every sense—her lips, her pussy, her breast in my greedy hand while I still pin her wrists down with the other. Her legs tremble, dropping from my waist as they spread wide across the bed for me.
My thrusts are swift and steady, making her take the shape of my cock.
I want her body to know only mine, to want only mine, to be mine and mine alone.
So I piledrive into her, ramming into her tight warmth.
She feels fucking incredible, and I want to whisper it right into her ear, but all I can manage are guttural grunts and longing groans.
And all I hear are my gratified noises harmonizing with her sharp, breathy moans. Along with that, the filthy sound of wet slaps surrounding us, her soaking wet pussy warming my cock so welcomingly. Symphony to my ears.
I look down between us, watching my length disappear into her, making me growl like I’m a man possessed.
“You belong to me,” I say each word with a charged thrust. Her body against mine feels electric, desire coursing through my veins from this euphoric feeling. How can this be anything but love? It’s so obvious to me, and I never want to stop feeling it.
With my knees, I force her to spread her legs even wider as I strike a torrent of fast, unforgiving thrusts right into her gripping pussy. Her response is a string of musical moans, her breath hot against my ear as I keep watching my cock ram into her.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
She gasps when I move deeper into her. “Yours! I’m yours!” She cries out as I continue to ravish her.
“Good girl, knowing your place, right under me .”
I keep going, losing all sense of time, only honed in on the sound of her cries and moans, and the way I bury my cock into her pussy again and again.
The only thing that breaks me from that focus is when she whimpers my name over and over.
When she screams it, I gaze at her face, watching her come around my cock, her back arching off the bed.
I wrap my free arm around her waist to hold her steady.
My lips find her neck, biting harshly over where I’d bitten her before. I want that mark to stay, so that anyone who’d dare look at her will know she belongs to me. The ring isn’t enough. My seed isn’t enough. I want to mark her all over to make everyone know she’s mine.
She cries out my name again, her pussy squeezing my cock.
I want to keep going. I never want to stop, so I don’t.
Not until around the time dawn threatens to peak, when I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve made her come apart beneath me.
She shudders and shivers but not from the cold.
I have her warm under me, pinning her down with her wrists still tied up with my belt and under the possessive grip of my hand.
When I’m satisfied at the sight of her close to collapsing—close to going unconscious on me again—I stop holding back. I have to finish before she faints on me, so I mercilessly slam into her a few more times, filling her with my release, murmuring words I aim to ingrain into her mind.
“I love you, Kaye. I won’t let you pass out on me again. From now on, you’ll be awake every moment I make love to you.” I mumble the words right against her whimpering lips.
After a while, we keep basking in the afterglow. Lying on my side beside her, I stare at her. Silence fills the room. It makes me miss the sounds of our bodies moving together.
A thought crosses my mind as I watch her catch her breath while I gently remove the belt around her wrists.
I tenderly touch the bruises that formed there, massaging them.
“I thought it was ridiculous that you didn’t know anything about me or my family, but here I am, only learning about someone as magnificent as you.
” I stare into her eyes, my brows creasing, hoping to show my earnestness in the rare words I’m about to say. “I’m sorry, Kaye.”
Her breath hitches. It makes me smile as I snake an arm around the back of her neck. “For what?” she asks, sounding breathless, like I managed to catch her by surprise.
“Where do I start?” I smirk, tracing her blushing cheeks with my fingers. “But if I had to do this day all over again, I’d still do anything it takes to make you mine.”
She smiles, eyeing me with a mischievous shimmer. I like that look on her a lot. “You’re really good at flirting. Has anyone told you that?”
“I’m only telling you the truth.” I return her smile with my own. Though it’ll never sparkle like hers, I want to show her she’s already made me a happy husband. “I love you, little bird.”
She snorts out a laugh. It’s so viciously derisive, but I enjoy hearing it far too much to make her stop. “Trust me. You won’t be saying that tomorrow.”
“Trust me , Kaye. I will be.” Kissing her, I murmur against her lips, “I’ll tell you everyday until you say it back.”
“And then you’ll stop? ”
I laugh, low and deep. “No, it’ll only get worse. You’ll have me wrapped around your finger.”
She lifts her left hand between our faces. I stare at the wedding ring around her finger, the diamond shining. “Haven’t I already?” she asks, beaming at me.
“Still, I’ll never stop telling you how I feel,” I whisper as I cover us with the duvet, shielding her from the dampness and warming her up with my body. “I’ll only get much, much worse.”
Her soft giggle sounds like victory on her part. “I’d like to see that, pretty boy.”
I gaze at her, hoping to commit all of her beauty to memory. “Anything my perfect wife wants.”