Bound (Mastered #1)(38)

He whispered, "Beautiful," and dragged an openmouthed kiss from the inside of her arm above her armpit to the bend in her elbow.

Amery had no idea that tender section of flesh was an erogenous zone. A soft moan escaped. Each nibble and lick sent a bolt of electricity straight to her pussy. "Ronin. Please."

One of his hands slipped between their bodies. He positioned his cock at her entrance, swirling the head through the thick cream pouring from her. "You're so ready for me."

He didn't have to tell her to keep her gaze locked on his; she couldn't look away from him. He pushed inside her on a slow, slow, slow glide until his cock was fully seated.

Amery fought the urge to close her eyes, wanting to savor the connection. The feeling of fullness. The heat and hardness of him finally inside her.

Then his mouth was on hers in a soft kiss as he withdrew. And just as slow as the first thrust was, the second thrust was fast and deep.

She gasped in his mouth as he began to fuck her with hard, steady strokes. Each time he bottomed out, tingles broke out across her body. Her nipples tightened. Her toes curled. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his shaft after every upward thrust.

Ronin broke the kiss to demand, "More."

He'd moved his hands to protect her lower back from slamming into the metal framing of the staircase. His strength was such he kept her from hitting it even as his hips jackhammered into her.

She did close her eyes then and let the reality of the situation sink in. The hottest man she'd ever met was all up in her, driving her to the point of no return, making her body quake.

"I've wanted you like this since the moment I saw you," he growled against her throat. "Sexy spitfire, throwing her pants at me."

"Ronin."

"Sassy with a side of sweet obedience." He nipped her earlobe. "I never had a prayer of staying away from you."

His words, coupled with the grinding of his pelvis on her clit, worked magic on her and she whimpered.

"You ready to come?"

"Yes."

"And if I said I wanted you to wait?" he said against her lips as he stared into her eyes, without missing a single hard stroke.

Amery was so primed, her body so super-sensitized that one more hot kiss below her ear would ignite the fire he'd started inside her. But something in his glimmering eyes offered assurance that any delay he decided she needed would be worth it. "Then I'd wait," she said softly.

That must've been the right answer, because his mouth was on hers, kissing her voraciously. He rolled his pelvis, keeping the contact on her clit continuous.

Her orgasm blasted through her and she fought the urge to let it send her spinning into cyberspace. With as hard as her cunt was contracting, Ronin would be coming right behind her. She wanted to see his face when he lost control.

Then it happened. His head fell back. His body kept pumping at the same pace, but it was as if everything had switched into slow motion. A bead of sweat rolled down the cord straining in his neck. She bent forward and licked it, which made his entire body tremble.

She whispered, "Such a beautiful man," and brushed her lips across his rigid jaw.

After he stopped moving, she let go of the railing and twined her arms around his neck, threading her hands through his hair, craving closeness from this sometimes aloof man.



       
         
       
        

"Hang on. We're not even close to done." His cock slipped out of her and he hoisted her higher on his waist.





CHAPTER EIGHT




IT was the most marvelous thing ever, being in Ronin's arms as he carried her upstairs. She pressed her lips to the side of his throat, breathing him in. The scents of man, sweat, and rain completely filled her senses.

"I like that little hum you just made."

"That's because you smell divine and it's romantic how you're whisking me off to bed."

He laughed softly.

Then they were in her bedroom.

"Last time I was up here, you had on way too many clothes."

"Not the case now, is it?"

"No." Ronin set her on the bed. He covered her mouth with a languorous kiss. She melted deeper into the mattress and tried to tug him down with her. He pulled away and said, "Be right back."

Amery was too sated to ask questions. She stretched. The sheets were cool and a little damp from the open window. Pushing the pillows aside, she rolled over onto her belly, spreading her arms and legs into an X. She loved the decadent feeling of nakedness. Although she lived alone, she rarely slept in the raw-just another weird taboo lingering from her restrictive childhood.