“Antoine,” she murmured and thrashed her head away from him, the muscles in her arms straining as she pulled on her restraints. “Yes... oh, yes.”
Antoine sucked in a deep breath and sank his fangs hard into her throat at the same moment as his cock thrust to the hilt inside her.
Sera screamed his name at the top of her lungs, the sound like Heaven to his ears, and her body tensed and then exploded into a wild throbbing around him, discordant to the pulses and tremors of his own orgasm. He drank deeply as he spilled himself inside her, claiming all of her. She belonged to him now. Her bliss ran through the connection between them and he knew she would feel his own as their minds joined. Tiny pinpricks of glowing light, a dazzling array of colours, punctured the usual darkness of his mind and grew to illuminate the endless gloom.
Antoine slowed his drinking and frowned.
He hadn’t lost control.
He sealed the cuts with a sweep of his tongue and then drew back and looked down at Sera. She opened her beautiful green eyes, her breathing rough and fast. He stroked her cheek and she met his gaze, hers full of so much affection and warmth. He knew the depth of her feelings. He could see them in her eyes, her heart on display, and feel them in her blood and they didn’t frighten him. They flattered him, humbled him. He had promised that he would never hurt her and she had trusted him even when he had feared that he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.
He had though.
Her deep growing affection for him, the warmth she showed to him in every action, every kiss and smile she gave to him, had given him the strength he needed.
He had subdued his darker side and kept it at bay without even trying.
Antoine lowered his mouth to kiss her.
“Can you take these off now?” Sera rattled the chains.
He had forgotten about them.
“Are they hurting you?” He inspected one of her wrists, running his thumb over the smooth unmarked skin.
“No.”
Antoine looked back at her and she smiled wickedly.
“I just want to use them on you now.”
Antoine grinned and undid her wrist.
Devil, he could go along with that.
CHAPTER 12
Sera was gentle as she settled her palm against his bare chest. Antoine followed her silent instruction, kneeling back on the bed as she rose towards him. She curled her legs around beside her, tucking her feet beneath her bottom, and stroked a line down his chest. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, heart pounding against her palm, nerves rising.
Snow reacted violently whenever Antoine set restraints on him. Antoine wasn’t sure how he would react when Sera closed the heavy steel and leather cuffs around his wrists and secured him to the bed. He refused to listen to the fear at the back of his mind, the whispered poisonous words that said he would react as violently as Snow did and would hurt her.
He wouldn’t.
She had made herself vulnerable in order to show him the depth of her trust and her belief in him, and he wanted to do the same for her.
What if he did have an adverse reaction though? The black carved wooden pillars of his four-poster bed would snap like tinder if he used all of his strength on them. He would easily escape.
“You don’t have to do this,” Sera whispered and ran her fingers over his chest, her eyes soft with understanding and concern. A hint of desire remained in them though. She liked the thought of tying him up, and Devil he liked it too.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to be chained and restrained. He wanted to give over control to someone else.
“I do.” Antoine leaned in, snaked his right hand around the back of Sera’s head, tunnelling his fingers into her hair, and drew her to him. His gaze dropped to her mouth and his heart thudded, a heavy beat that rocked him and made his breath shudder. He closed his eyes, claimed her sweet lips and kissed her as softly as he could manage. When she leaned into the kiss, he pulled away and stared down at her. Her eyelids lifted, revealing deep green irises and wide aroused pupils. “I want to do this.”
She nodded, shifted her hand to his cheek and stroked it, her touch as soft as feathers and teasing his senses. Would she be that gentle with him when she had him chained and at her mercy? Sweet Hell, he hoped that she was. He enjoyed the times when they were rough and wicked with each other, but it was the times when they were gentle and tender that reached right down to his soul and deeply affected him.
“Lie down,” Sera husked, the vixen in her surfacing. Her smile was wicked as he obeyed and sprawled out on his back on the red covers, his head on the pillows.
Antoine drew in a deep steadying breath and stretched his arms across the pillows. His heart continued to pound, blood rushing as his gaze followed Sera’s every move. She knelt next to his right arm, carefully lifted his wrist and placed it in the cradle of the cuff. He inhaled another deep breath as she closed the cuff around his wrist. It fit snugly, no room around his wrist for him to wriggle and get his hand through should he want to escape. His only option would be to smash the bedposts. Easy enough to do. He just hoped it didn’t come to that. He liked his bed.