Page 30 of While He Breathes

“You going to grind your pretty pussy on my cock, Little Flame?” he rumbles, his voice thick with lust.

I nod, unable to respond as pleasure fires through my core. I’ve tried to get off over the last few months, but it seems as if my body craves Orion in a way I really fucking wish it wouldn’t. I kept telling myself it would get better in time, that I’d be able to bring myself to orgasm again, but after three months, this isthe closest I’ve been. As much as I hate to admit it, that has everything to do with the man I have tied to the bed.

“You look so fucking sexy, Ember. Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Shut up,” I snap, placing my hand over his mouth as I grind against his thick cock. Maybe I should have removed our underwear before I started this, but I know myself well enough to know I wouldn’t have been able to deny sinking down on his length if there was nothing between us.

He huffs out a laugh beneath my hand as his hips roll up, meeting me and tearing another strangled moan from my throat.

Jesus Christ.

I’m already on the edge, and I’ve barely even started.

I plant my free hand in the middle of Orion’s chest and circle my hips. The new type of friction has stars dancing behind my eyelids, and I can barely breathe as pleasure shoots through me.

“Fuck,” I breathe, allowing my hand to slip from his mouth.

“You close, baby?” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking wet you’re soaking through my boxers.”

“So close,” I groan as I speed up my movements, desperate to throw myself over the edge.

“You’re going to make me come in my underwear like a teenage boy during his first make-out session,” he tells me as his hips shift against.

“Good.”

“Oh, you like the idea of that, Ember? You like the idea of me falling apart for you the way you’re about to fall apart for me?”

I nod, unable to form a sentence as my orgasm barrels toward me so fast I can barely breathe.

“Come for me, Ember. Come right fucking now,” he growls, and the dominance in his voice is what throws me over theedge into a trembling release that steals the air straight from my lungs.

Orion grunts beneath me, and his cock jerks against my pussy, telling me he’s found his own release.

It takes me a few seconds to catch my breath and for the feeling to come back to my legs before I carefully climb off him.

I tug the robe closed around me and cross my arms over my chest as emotions slam into me so hard, I have to press my eyes closed to ward away tears.

I forgot how vulnerable I feel after an orgasm like that, and how much I love having Orion’s arms around me to make the rest of the world go away.

God fucking damn it.

Why did I have to fall in love with a monster?

“Ember,” he says softly. “Why don’t you come back to bed?”

“I have to go,” I reply, turning on my heel before making my way back into the bathroom where I stashed a change of clothes.

I make quick work of dressing in my favorite ripped jeans and torn band shirt. You wouldn’t think so, but both pieces are designer, and each cost more than my entire old wardrobe before I met Orion. It still doesn’t sit well with me spending so much on such frivolous things, but Max insisted on taking me shopping before we came to LA, and that man is very persuasive when he wants to be.

I swipe on a layer of mascara, some lip gloss, and quickly pull my hair up into a low ponytail.

My cheeks are flushed from my release, reminding me I need to move quickly. The headboard may be solid wood, but I have little doubt that Orion will find a way out of his bindings any minute now.

I step back into the bedroom and find him glaring at me. His eyes trail over my clothes as I slip my feet into a pair of white tennis shoes and look over my outfit quickly.

I throw the final things into my suitcase and zip it shut, my heart beating erratically in my chest as I breathe through the heavy emotions weighing me down.

“Little Flame,” Orion murmurs.