Chapter 209 Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Chapter 209
She was desperate to have him inside her.

“Lucas…”

“Not yet.”

Everything he did inflamed her further, making her damp. She ached to hold on to him, feel the ripple of his muscles, and the fact he’d tied her hands frustrated her. Right now Lucas was in complete control of her.

“I can’t take much more.”

“You can.” He looked at her. “Do it for me?”

His entreaty inspired her to endure anything. How was that even possible?

Long minutes later, he moved off her to trail kisses down her chest, then lower, past her belly.

“Spread your legs.”

Nervous, she complied.

“Can you keep them apart? Or do you need me to secure your ankles to the bedframe?”

“I’ll…try.”

She was certain she didn’t want to be completely helpless before him. Or did she?

“That’s all I ask.”

He knelt between her legs.

“Oh my God!”

“Like that?”

He spread her to give himself greater access to her.

No vibrator on the planet—and she’d tried most of them—had ever rocked her this hard.

Tormenting her, he kept her on edge, then with a chuckle pushed her over it. This—Lucas—was the incarnation of every fantasy.

Perspiration from the physical demands dotted her skin. After he tugged off the restraint, he picked her up and pulled back the bedspread. Then he covered her to ward off her chill.

“I want to make love to you.”

She wanted nothing more.

Tired, and a little woozy from everything she’d been through, she turned on her side to watch him undress.

Hell and back. Standing there in his boxer briefs, he was even more sensational than she imagined.

His biceps and leg muscles bore the kind of definition that came from hours of punishing practice. And his abs…? Heaven help her. He could have walked out of the pages of a fitness magazine.

“Damn, Lucas. You’re a sexy man.”

He grinned, making her glad she’d said something.

Then he removed his underwear, and her mouth fell open. He was much bigger than she expected. Not just big but…very, very large.

He rolled a condom into place before joining her.

With his mouth on hers, he swept away her worries, kissing her senseless, then lowering his head between her legs and taking care to be sure she was ready for him.

“So slick.”

But still he continued, bringing her to the knife-edge of another stunning orgasm.

“That’s it.”

Then he positioned himself on top of her.

A few seconds later he froze.

“Wynter?”

She looked at him.

“You’re…you’re a virgin?”

Since there was no real reason to answer his question, Wynter pressed her lips together.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not important.”

“The fuck it’s not.” His vocal cords strained. “And you don’t get to decide that.”

“I want this, Lucas.” She stroked the side of his face. “I want you.”

His arms shook from the struggle of holding his weight off her.

“Wynter—”

“Make love to me.”

Deep down, she knew she’d been waiting for someone like him.

“We need to talk.”

At this moment, she yearned for completion.

“Later.”

He’d said he would watch all of her reactions to know how she was doing, and now she studied his.

His eyebrows were knitted together, and his internal struggle played out in his eyes. He wanted to have sex with her, and he wanted to be certain she was okay.

She lifted her hips.

“Please, Lucas.”

“Wynter.”

With unaccustomed boldness, she pulled down his head.

“Kiss me.”

He captured her small whimper with his mouth.

Then, when she shifted, spreading her legs wider and wrapping one of her legs around his to accommodate his length and girth, he took her with longer strokes.

Feminine instinct took over, and her body welcomed him deeper. As she became wetter, he rode her harder.

Their kiss ended, and she held onto him as the room spun.

“Lucas.”

“Take it, little one.”

He possessed so much masculine force, but he constrained it with tenderness.

Tipping back her head, crying out her pleasure, she orgasmed.

When she returned to earth, he changed his tempo, seeking his own release.

God, she loved the feel of him inside her, adored watching the ripple of his muscles. Then he came with a guttural groan.

She held him tight, and he kissed her once more, with meaning.

“We need to talk.”

“I was afraid of that.”

He eased himself away.

“Stay here.”

She wasn’t sure she could move, even if she wanted to.

In all his naked glory, he strode to the bathroom. Water splashed in the sink, and he returned dressed in a robe and carrying another.

He sat on the edge of the mattress and pressed the warm, damp washcloth between her legs.

“You were amazing, Wynter. Thank you.”

He swept her hair back from her face.

Then he helped her to sit up and held the robe for her to shrug into. She knotted the belt around her waist. Then she scooted over so he could climb into the bed next to her.

“That’s a hell of a gift to give someone.”

She’d never looked at it that way.

“I would have been more thoughtful with you.”

“Honestly? I can’t imagine it being any more wonderful than it was.”

He pulled her against him.

“We wouldn’t have started with BDSM.”

“That was pretty spectacular too.”

And she was curious to explore it further. As long as she could do it without opening her heart to him.

“Tell me how that was for you. What did you enjoy? What would you prefer not to do again?”

“I honestly wasn’t sure whether or not I’d like BDSM at all. But then…”

“Then?”

“Your words, your voice… They send shivers through me.”

Next to her ear, he growled.

“This tone?”

Swift and sure, anticipation chased through her.

“I’ll give you a little time to recover. How was being restrained?”

She thought about it.

“Freeing. That’s ironic, isn’t it?”

“Not at all. You’re able to struggle and let yourself go.”

And intuitively she’d know she could trust him.

“Being naked? Kneeling?”

“It was a rush.”

He waited while she found the words to express herself.

“It changes things, you know? We were talking, and then when I undressed, something shifted inside me, and there was no doubt that we were involved in a scene.”

“A dividing line between the real world and an even better one?”

Where emotion and sensation blurred, pain was pleasure.

“That’s a good way to put it.”

“You were an exquisite sub.”

Everything they’d shared caught up to her, and she yawned.

He lay down, then tugged her into place next to him. Behind her, his body was rock solid, and his protection was absolute.

“You’re mine, Wynter.”

Smiling, she wiggled around until she was more comfortable.

“I don’t think you realize how serious I am. But I promise you, you’ll find out.”