Page 58 of Untouchable

She was aroused now. Even if she hadn’t been groaning with pleasure, he would still know without fingering her. He could smell her from his position, a scent that did something strange and frightening to his belly and heart. He could feel the heat she was generating.

He starting kissing her inner thighs, making his way up to her arousal.

“No,” she gasped, her body squirming in obvious need. “Not that.”

He looked up at her, more disoriented than ever.

“I don’t want that. Not tonight.”

She was obviously turned on, ready to come. Her body clearly wanted him to bring her to orgasm. He couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t want him to go down on her.

A flicker went through his mind, recognizing that he’d never done that to her before. He couldn’t remember at the moment if he’d ever even offered until now.

He was processing that fact and starting to puzzle through it when Kelly rocked her body in the bindings, distracting him completely. “Caleb, please. I want you to take me.”

There was something wild in her eyes now, something so conflicted and needy that he couldn’t look away from it.

He rolled on a condom and moved over her again, kissing her and positioning himself between her legs. Entering the hot, tight clasp of her body was almost too much for his weakened restraint, and he had an embarrassing moment of losing control, making a few fast thrusts inside her before he could pull it together.

“How do you want me to move?” Caleb murmured at last, forgetting he was supposed to be the one to make the decisions.

Kelly wriggled beneath him, started pulling on her bound hands. “Take me hard,” she gasped. “Please.”

He smothered a groan in response and readjusted his knees, every instinct in his body demanding him to thrust, to dominate, to take what he so desperately needed.

She cried out when he started to fuck her hard, fast, shaking the bed, shaking her body.

Pleasure and satisfaction howled in his head as he took her. Kelly grew hoarse from crying out so much, and she was frantically struggling against her tied wrists and ankles. She was trying to move her hips with his, the way she usually did, but she was spread so tightly that she couldn’t get very much leverage.

He wanted this. Needed it. The whole arc of his life channeled into this one act—this power, this craving, this absolute control.

Kelly bound beneath him, begging him to claim her.

When she’d lived her life in rebellion against trust and helplessness.

And for some reason that thought provoked a flicker of recognition even through the hot blur of animalistic appetite.

He opened his eyes and saw her face again, twisted in pleasure, in desire, and in something aching, almost pained.

Wounded.

The revelation slammed down on him like a vise, briefly halting the momentum of his climax. He stopped thrusting with a guttural sound. Pulled out of her. Started untying the silk cords.

Kelly was whimpering, but not from desire anymore. “What are you doing? Why are you stopping?”

Caleb didn’t answer until he had finished freeing her. He moved to stretch out beside her, pulling her into his arms. “We’re not doing this tonight.”

“What?” She tried to pull away from him, but he refused to let her leave his embrace. “I told you?—”

“I don’t care what you told me. We’re not doing this tonight.” He gently rolled her onto her back again and moved over her, gently kissing her lips until she started to respond.

Her whole body was shaking, and the pulsing tension in Caleb’s cock and chest both started building again.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her body softening as the kiss deepened.

And he was drowning in her, the surge of emotion so strange, so troubling. He gave himself over completely to the embrace, torn between wanting to run and wanting to comfort her. Wanting to demand she give him answers and wanting to protect her from anything that threatened. Wanting to fuck her and hating every man who ever had.

She responded needily, clutching at his head, holding his mouth against hers, rocking beneath him.