Page 21 of Snow Bound (Odyssey #1)

Oh God , his mouth. She opened for it eagerly, welcoming the thrust of his tongue.

She needed him inside her, tongue or fingers or penis, she didn’t care.

He was kissing her hard and deep, overwhelming her.

Her heartbeat throbbed in her nipples, her thighs, the pain turned pleasure now, dark and thick.

It rose up inside her like music, heavy drum beats and clashing symbols rising in a crescendo.

But she needed more. More pain, more pleasure. More Grant .

He growled deep in his throat and then he was up, whipping off his shirt, tearing at his jeans.

Pushing them down and off, he climbed back onto the bed between her legs, and she spread them eagerly, wanting him inside her with every breath, every heartbeat.

She closed her eyes, everything inside her straining for him.

“Eyes on me, Anna ,” he growled and she obeyed, watching him watch her as he rolled a condom onto his cock and placed a hand on the inside of each bound leg, fingers digging into the abused flesh.

She hissed and saw him smile through the haze of pain and lust. He pressed down ruthlessly, hurting her even more, spreading her even wider. Open . Vulnerable .

His.

The heat of his hands burned into her thighs, one more delicious bite of pain in a roiling sea of it.

She didn’t care if it hurt, didn’t care if it burned.

She needed him. She opened her mouth to beg but no words would come, only gasping cries of need and finally, finally , he gave her what she craved.

The slow push of his cock into her body was agony and ecstasy all at once. It burned, stretching her wide, going deep, so hot she felt seared from the inside out. But the pressure, the weight and mass of him inside her was glorious, and she arched to meet it.

“That’s it,” he muttered, eyes glittering with pale fire as he thrust fully inside her. “ That what you wanted?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Say it,” he demanded, pulsing inside her, his groin pressed into her wide-open pussy. “ Say you want my cock.”

“I want your cock,” she repeated dutifully.

“That’s my bad girl,” he growled.

He pulled back, slowly, the drag of flesh on flesh pleasing them both, then just as slowly filled her again. Back and forth, slow and sure, he fucked her with a steady rhythm for what seemed like hours. She lost track of time, mired in the thick swirl of sensation.

The orgasm was out there, waiting, needing him to move just a little faster, a little harder, to come forward. Heeding its call, wanting it desperately, she shoved her hips up into his thrust.

The slap came without warning, landing on her ass with a crack that echoed around the room, chased by the cry that it tore from her lips. Her eyes flew to his to find the piercing blue had gone dark.

“Don’t move,” he ground out, and slapped her ass again. And again.

The blows were heavy, raw, and pushed her inexorably toward that beckoning orgasm.

She fought to stay still, fighting her own need. He laughed and landed another blow. “ You want to come, Anna ?”

“Yes.” The word was little more than a breath. “ Sir . Please , yes.”

“Then you’d better fucking obey.” He punctuated the word with a driving thrust, digging his cock into her as deep as it would go and swiveling his hips to grind against her clit.

“You get me?” His hand cracked against her ass again. “ Keep still or you don’t get to come.”

“I fucking hate you,” she said, spitting the words from between clenched teeth.

He laughed, dark and triumphant. “ I know.”

She clenched her jaw and fought to keep her hips on the bed. Her hands wrapped around the ropes tethering her to the headboard, muscles straining as she pulled against them in an effort to focus her attention.

But his hips picked up speed, flesh slapping against flesh.

His free hand gripped her thigh so hard she knew she’d have bruises on top of the welts, while his other continued to spank her steadily.

He switched hands to deliver stinging blows to her other side, and the glorious heat and pressure coursed through her, winding her tighter and tighter with every drive of his hips, every crack of his hand.

The effort of staying still, of restraining herself from reaching for the pleasure crashing through her, was, astonishingly, bringing the climax ever closer.

Still, she struggled with the need to move, to reach for that promise of pleasure. Only the knowledge that he’d somehow make certain she never reached it if she disobeyed kept her from trying.

Her breasts bounced with every crash of his hips into hers, her nipples throbbing in their makeshift clamps, and still, it wasn’t enough.

His eyes were fierce, his face set in the grim lines of agonized pleasure, his hips pounding as he slammed into her over and over again. The tension in her belly was huge and getting bigger, winding higher and higher until she was poised on the edge of something that she just couldn’t quite reach.

“I have to move.” Her fingers clenched and unclenched on the ropes, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood. “ Please , let me move. Let me come.”

“No.”

Goddamn him. She was so close, so close , the only thing keeping her from coming was his insistence that she couldn’t.

A little niggling voice in the back of her mind whispered that this was significant somehow, but she barely had the brainpower left to breathe , much less think.

She was reduced to sobs, her eyes locked on his in a silent plea, as she chanted over and over again: “ Please . Please .”

He picked up speed, hips slamming into hers, and still it wasn’t enough.

His growl was feral, his eyes glittering fiercely when he leaned down, hips still pumping, and kissed her.

Deeply , savagely. And as his tongue thrust into her mouth, he reached up with both hands and with a quick flick, released the clothespins.

There was a brief moment of sweet relief, then it was screaming agony as blood rushed back into the tortured little nubs. Sparks flashed in front of her eyes and she arched against the pain, crying into his mouth as he ground his chest into hers, setting off little flares of pain and pleasure.

“You can come now,” he growled into her mouth, and the world exploded.

Her mouth opened on a silent scream under his as the pressure and tension burst. Her body bucked, her pussy clenched, the rhythmic surge going on and on.

Dimly she heard his answering shout, felt the slam of his cock into her cunt once more before he went still.

Felt the sting of his teeth on her neck when he came, and the feel of him, the knowledge that he took his pleasure in her body, set off another explosion inside her.

Then everything went black.