Chapter One Hundred-Eighty-One
He lifted his head, eyes dark with intent. "Let's find out."
Before she could protest, he captured both her wrists in one hand, raising them above her head. The silk tie slid cool against her heated skin as he wound it around her wrists, binding them to the headboard with practiced efficiency.
"That isn't going to stop my screams."
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "No, this is to make sure I don't end up with any more nail marks in my back."
Keira's face flushed crimson, remembering how she'd clawed at him earlier, desperate for purchase as he drove her to the edge. "Bastard."
"I will make sure no one hears your screams." His voice dropped to a rumble that vibrated through her chest.
He traced his fingers down her arms, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. Her breathing quickened as his touch ghosted over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. He cupped one in his palm, thumb brushing over the peaked nipple until she arched beneath him.
"Alexei." His name escaped her lips as a breathless plea.
"What?" He circled her nipple with agonizing slowness, never quite giving her the pressure she craved.
"Touch me." The words tumbled out before she could stop them.
His mouth curved in satisfaction. "Where?"
Heat flooded her face. Even bound and desperate, he wanted her to ask for it. To surrender completely. Her pride warred with the ache building between her thighs.
"Everywhere," she whispered.
His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding. She kissed him back with equal hunger, her bound hands flexing against the silk as she fought the urge to touch him. His tongue swept past her lips, claiming her mouth like he owned it.
He broke away to trail hot kisses down her throat, pausing to suck at the pulse point that made her gasp. Her back arched as he continued his descent, his mouth closing over her breast. The wet heat of his tongue against her nipple sent electricity shooting straight to her core.
"God, yes." The words spilled from her lips before she could think.
He lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, until she was writhing beneath him. Every nerve ending felt electrified, every touch magnified. The restraints only heightened the sensation, forcing her to simply feel without being able to reciprocate.
His hand skimmed down her ribs, over the curve of her hip. She held her breath as his fingers traced patterns on her inner thigh, coming maddeningly close to where she needed him most before pulling away.
"Please." The word escaped as barely more than a breath.
"Please what?" His fingers resumed their torturous path, dancing just outside where she ached for him.
"Touch me there." Her voice broke on the words.
"Here?" He brushed his knuckles against her hip bone.
She shook her head frantically. "You know where."
His chuckle was dark velvet. "I want to hear you say it."
The challenge in his eyes made her stomach flip. Even now, even like this, he wouldn't make it easy for her.
"Touch my—" She swallowed hard. "Between my legs." She couldn't say pussy. Not yet, maybe not ever.
"Good girl." The praise sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
When his fingers finally found her wet heat, she cried out. He stroked through her folds with maddening gentleness, spreading her arousal but avoiding the spot that would give her release.
"You're so wet for me." His voice was rough with desire. "Tell me how much you want this."
"I want—" Her words dissolved into a moan as he circled her entrance with one finger.
"What do you want?"
"You. Inside me. Please."
He rewarded her honesty by sliding one finger deep inside her. Her back bowed off the mattress as he began to move, his thumb finding her clit and pressing down just hard enough to make her see stars.
"More," she gasped.
He added a second finger, stretching her, his thumb maintaining that perfect pressure against her most sensitive spot. The dual sensations had her trembling, her breath coming in sharp pants.
"That's it," he murmured against her ear. "Let me hear how good this feels."
She couldn't have stayed quiet if she'd tried. Soft moans and gasps fell from her lips as he worked her higher, his fingers moving with expert precision. The coil of tension in her belly wound tighter with each stroke.
Just as she teetered on the edge, he pulled his hand away. Her eyes flew open, a protest on her lips.
"Not yet." His smile was wicked. "I'm not done with you."
He positioned himself between her thighs, his hardness pressing against her entrance. Then he pulled away and she watched through her haze as he quickly rolled on a condom, the foil wrapper crinkling before he pressed back against her. The blunt head of his cock teased through her wetness, sliding against her clit until she whimpered.
"Alexei, please. I need—"
"What do you need?" He pushed forward just enough for his head to breach her, then stopped.
"All of you." Her voice cracked with desperation. "Please."
He thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. They both groaned at the sensation, her at the exquisite fullness, him at her tight heat surrounding him.
For a moment he held still, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed against hers. Then he began to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and controlled.
The rhythm built gradually, his hips rolling against hers with increasing urgency. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she met each thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the cabin, punctuated by her breathless moans and his low grunts of pleasure.
"Harder," she gasped.
He obliged, picking up the pace until the headboard knocked softly against the wall. Her sounds grew louder, less controlled, as he drove into her with increasing force.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned against her throat. "So tight around me."
His words pushed her higher, the coil of tension winding impossibly tight. She could feel her climax building, just out of reach. She couldn't believe he was able to get her so hot so fast.
"I'm close," she panted. She was so worried about being heard outside the cabin.
"Not yet." His hand slipped between their bodies, fingers finding her clit.
But her cries were getting louder, more unrestrained. Without warning, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, the sudden movement making her gasp. Her bound hands twisted in the silk, wrists crossed above her head.
"What are you—"
He positioned himself behind her, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades to keep her down. "You're too loud, little firecracker."
Before she could respond, he thrust back inside her from behind. The new angle hit different spots, deeper somehow, and a sharp cry tore from her throat.
"Muffle your cries in the pillow," he commanded, his voice rough with renewed arousal.
She pressed her face into the soft pillow, her cries muffled as he drove deeper from this angle. His hand spread across her lower back, holding her in place as he set a punishing rhythm that had her seeing stars.
The position left her completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but take what he gave her. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, the new angle hitting spots that made her core clench around him desperately.
"Feel how deep I am?" he growled, his free hand reaching under to find her breast, fingers pinching her nipple. "This is what you needed, isn't it?"
She could only whimper into the pillow, her body trembling as he played her like an instrument. His other hand snaked around to find her clit, circling the swollen bud with just enough pressure to drive her wild.
"Answer me," he demanded, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust.
"Yes," she gasped, turning her head just enough to speak. "God, yes."
The sensations were overwhelming. His cock filling her completely, his fingers working her clit, the other hand teasing her nipple, all while being held down and unable to move. She was drowning in pleasure, her body coiled so tight she thought she might break apart.
"I can feel you getting close," he murmured, having leaned over her. "Your pussy's gripping me so tight."
The crude words sent another spike of heat through her. She pressed harder into the pillow as her moans grew louder, her body beginning to shake with the approach of her climax.
"Not yet," he warned, his rhythm becoming more erratic as his own control slipped. "Wait for me."
But she was too far gone, teetering on the very edge. "I can't—I need—" She was worried she might come without his approval.
His hand left her breast to tangle in her hair, fisting a handful. Everything he did was always careful, always controlled. He never hurt her.
"Now," he commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching release. "Come for me now."
The permission was all she needed. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she cried out into the pillow. Her inner walls clamped down on him rhythmically, and she felt him lose his own battle with control.
His grip tightened on her hip as he thrust deep one final time, his own release claiming him. She felt the hot pulse of him inside her as he groaned her name, his body shuddering against hers.
They stayed locked together for long moments, both breathing hard. Finally, he withdrew gently and moved to untie her wrists, massaging the silk marks with tender fingers.
"Jesus," she breathed, rolling onto her back to look at him. "I can't feel my legs."
He kissed her temple, then her lips, soft and sweet in contrast to the intensity of moments before. "We should get dressed. We'll be landing soon."
"How long?" she asked, suddenly remembering where they were.
"Thirty minutes." He kissed her again, deeper this time. "You better get dressed. Do you need help?"