Exaggerating the motion, his tongue dipped down to lap at her softness even as his stubble teased over her puckered nipple. Hailey’s entire body responded with wanton welcoming as his kiss traced over the curved crease where her glorious breasts rose out of the solid plane of her rib cage.
As he nuzzled down, ignoring the feast rolling over his cheek, her fingers threaded back into his hair to try and drag his head up to where he knew she must ache. Just like she did lower, where her legs twined around him to hold him hostage as she rubbed the tantalizing heat of her pussy along his erection.
The denim in the way was the only thing that kept Kyle from taking up that invitation. Only his determination to force as much pleasure on Hailey as possible kept him from accepting the one her hands issued. Instead, he turned his cheek into the arm bent around the side of his head.
Capturing the new morsel in his hand, he ignored her cries and even curses as he began exploring the differences between her sweet limbs. The soft curve of muscles thickened a little more along this arm, and the pad of her palm was a little rougher, but her long, slender fingers still curled with the dainty sweetness of a woman in love as they molded around his cheek.
Pressing a final kiss onto her palm, his gaze caught hers. Open, swirling with dark, molten need, she watched him. In that second, he forgot all about the game, all about pressing her into saying what he needed to hear. Kyle didn’t need that anymore because that look said it all.
Murmuring her name, he felt helpless as that gaze pulled him down into her kiss. Breathing in her very breath, he sank into the kiss with nothing but the warmth of tenderness in his heart. That emotion burned away almost the second her teeth opened up to capture his lower lip.
With a nip, his savage little princess pricked his own inner primate awake only to lure it to the surface as her tongue sank in to claim his mouth. Rallying to the battle, the kiss turned into a passionate mating of mouths that unleashed the lust wrapping around him as her body clung to his.
Kyle could feel the need in the hard, pebbled nipples rubbing into his chest. Her hips flexed and rolled against his in a sensual dance that he had little will to resist. Her moan faded into a smile that had his hand stilling at the edge of his shirt. Her hands still raced over his abdomen, pushing the cotton up until it rolled over her wrists.
Kyle helped her, tugging the shirt over his head to let it shrug down his arms and fall where it may. There came that little smile again as Hailey ogled him with wicked intent. An intent carried in the message of her fingers biting into his side as she tried to pull him back down.
Very nicely done, my princess.
Kyle kept that compliment to himself, letting his always-in-a-hurry love think she’d gotten the better of him. Giving in to the insistent demands of her hands, he lowered himself back down to take her lips in a kiss that promised all the fiery passion she craved. Rubbing that message into her breast, he massaged her tender tips with his chest, delighting in the way her lips broke from his to gasp.
“So…good.”
Kyle watched as her head rolled over the pillow, chanting that mew as she arched into the rough caress. He didn’t even bother to chase down the hands that slid along his waistband to tug with clumsy impatience at his belt. No, Kyle let the little spitfire wind herself up tighter and tighter in the belief that her satisfaction lay almost at hand.
So lost in her own frenzy of need, Hailey paid him almost no attention as he stilled above her. Offering no help, he reached instead for the pillow hanging on the edge of the bed. Two tugs on the case and the pillow plopped out of it. Just in time.
Giving up on his stubborn belt, Hailey wiggled her fingers beneath the tight bind of denim to find the swollen head of his cock trying to push up past his jeans into her grip. One searing touch and Kyle’s whole body contracted with the force of pleasure whipping out of his balls. The motions sucked in his stomach, and he almost didn’t catch her hand in time as it dove into the gap.
“No!” Convulsing into rabid curses, she fought him as he dragged her hands away. The objections only drew louder as he made short work of leashing both wrists together with the taught cotton of the pillow case. One more knot and he had her bound to the bed frame.
“Damn it, Kyle! This was not part of the bargain.”
Kyle smiled down at the indignant little princess spitting fire at him. Flushed, sweaty, naked, vulnerable, and best of all, so wet he could smell it. That’s just the way Kyle would like to keep his savage princess, bound and in need.
He didn’t waste a second on her curses. Diving into the feast of skin her ached neck provided, he greedily tasted his way down to her straining breasts. Her protests turned to mewed encouragements as he ravaged her tender peaks. Nibbling from one to the other, he dallied only long enough to make her beg for more before turning back to her abandoned breast.
By the time he brought his hands up to torment her swollen and puckered tits, she’d lost all control. Her head snapped wildly about as her thighs tried to crush his hips. Heated desire penetrated the thick denim of his jeans as her pussy ground over the bulge of his erection.
She stilled only when his hands slid down over her side, lifting her up and bringing that little pussy higher and higher, closer to his lips. All the while, his thumbs circled over her stomach, casting out over her mound until they rested on the edge of her swollen folds. Just an inch from his kiss, he held her still, knowing she waited for the delight of his mouth.
Instead, he pressed down with his thumbs, capturing her swollen clit with her own lips he rubbed over the tender bit of flesh, loving the way she cried out and bucked into the caress. Over and over, he ruthlessly toyed with her sensitive bud, using her own weeping folds to torment her.
“Kyle, please!”
He gave her almost what she wanted. . Lowering his lips, he tasted all around the sweet flesh hidden within her puckered pussy lips. Never releasing her clit, he drove her cries into incoherent babbles as he traced over every smooth indentation and sexy dip without sipping from the very well of her desire.
Leaving her with just the thought, he explored the smooth, rounded curve of her inner thigh, trailing his kiss into the dip behind her knee. His hands followed, releasing her hips to float back down to the mattress as he discovered the graceful flow of her calf into her ankle.
Slowly, her denials quieted into ragged breaths as he watched her writhing peter out until she finally lay near still. Heaving with pants, she shifted slightly, lifting her gaze to his. His little princess. He could see the iron clad determination shinning out at him.
“You done playing, yet?”
Rubbing his cheek along the arch of her foot, he held the little treat still as he tasted the ticklish skin there. She groaned over the assault. Her leg bent as her ass slid down as far as her bound wrist would let her. The motion spread her creaming cunt wide, and Kyle stared at it until her voice prodded his gaze back up.
“Go on, cowboy, and have yourself a taste.” Cocky and arrogant, she grinned back at him as she bent her other leg wide, splaying herself open for his feasting. She wouldn’t be able to hold that smile for long. When he finished with her, she wouldn’t be able to speak. She’d scream her voice that far away.
Releasing her foot, it thrilled him the way her smile flattened out as he leaned back over his wanton princess. Bringing his lips to rest nearly on hers, he growled out his only warning. “Every five minutes.”
“Every five minutes, what?” Hailey whispered back, but her breath broke over free air because Kyle already started to slide down by the time she got that question out. Eyes locked, she didn’t have to ask again as he slipped between her breasts to dip even lower. “Oh, God. Kyle!”
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Hailey tried. She really tried to hold Kyle’s gaze as his breath washed over her pussy, but the intimacy of the moment had her lids lowering in protection. He growled his disapproval out over her mound, but she wasn’t ready to give him this moment.
The f
ear of the tangled web she'd woven and the disaster screaming toward them reared their ugly heads in that moment. For as real as this moment might be, it wouldn’t last. That sad thought sank into her heart as Kyle’s kiss consumed her cunt.
The pain, the pleasure, both so extreme and exquisite, tore her apart. It didn’t even take the five minutes he’d warned before her whole body convulsed with a rapture that wiped out any rational thought. Heaving with the strain of her long sought release, she didn’t get a second to savor it as he relentlessly rushed her into a second.
Ecstasy trapped her body within its vise just as Kyle trapped her clit in the liquid pull of his lips. She couldn’t escape, not his tongue, nor the pleasure. It whipped through her in hard sheets of rain that cracked with thunder then bolted with lightning as his fingers invaded her sheath.
Hailey lost all sense of the world or reality as she drowned under the avalanche of rapture. Again and again, Kyle drove her through one release and into another. Crushed under the weight of so much pleasure, it became agony to strain for the next release and the one after. Pain turned to anguish as the pleasure mounted, building toward an orgasm of epic proportions.
Sobbing with her need, she begged him with words that lost all meaning to her. All she knew of the world echoed through a body that had become so sensitive the very air against her skin felt like a caress. His tongue felt like a liquid flame as it danced over her weeping flesh.
Then, just when she felt sure she could take no more without being driven into complete insanity, he lifted. Solid, inflexible ridges ground over her until the scent of her own arousal breathed down into her face and the bulbous head of his cock lodged against her clenching sheath. Like a flower lifting to the sun, she rose to his invasion, their sighs mingling as he pumped all the air straight out of her lungs with one smooth glide.
“I love you, Hailey Mathews.”
A fresh bolt of terror had her eyes flying open to meet his as her one word response fell from her lips. “No.”
Kyle didn’t listen, didn’t give her a chance to marshal her defenses. Burying his chin in her neck, he murmured on with the same easy rhythm he stroked into her with.
“Love you.”
“Kyle, please.”
She didn’t need this, didn’t want it. As desperate as her heart beat with the need to escape, her body melted beneath the slow seduction of his rolling hips. Instead of the ravaging that would have kept her safe, he loved her with the steady determination of a man intent on stealing her very soul.
The wicked glide of his cock along the tender walls of her sheath sparkled out mesmerizing tingles that thickened into dangerous bands of warmth as he sank back in, each time murmuring of his love. With each grinding return, he stoked her further and further into a winding storm that threatened to tear her to pieces.
Even as she began to sob with her pained pleasure, her legs clung to her tormentor, reveling in the very words that lashed her soul bloody. With each blunt statement, he drove himself into her, resisting all her attempts to rush him beyond loving into fucking.
“I’m going to love you forever, my princess. You. Only you because I’m ruined. Ruined, Hailey. I could never be like this with another. Never. But I could live here always. Always with you. Only you.”
“Oh, God. Kyle, please stop.”
“Love you.”
“Damn it!”
“Love only you.”
“You sneaky son of a bitch.”
“Love me?”
“Yes.” Hailey couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t take being suspended in this exquisite moment anymore. Her defenses worn, her reason obliterated, she gave into the truth even as she felt her soul begin to split wide around it. “You’re just an evil bastard, but I can’t help it. Yes.”
Her snarled answer turned into a scream as his hips picked up speed, revving into a relentless pounding that began to shear her soul free of her body. His low whispering soothed over the fear that always lingered in these moments as his cock tried to hammer Kyle’s very soul into hers.
A husky murmur, it rippled through her mind, releasing the ties that kept her soul bound to his. Even as he sank into her body, she could feel her spirit sinking into his until they beat as one, repeating the same truth over and over even as the sharp claws of ecstasy started to rip through her.
“Love you.”
* * * *
Oh, damn! Kyle carried that thought with him as he flopped over onto his back. Pulling free of Hailey’s moist heat, he welcomed the chill from the night air as he sank into the mattress. The sheets felt sticky and warm, or maybe that was just his skin.
He lay there panting, feeling the pain of trying to get air into lungs that expanded too quickly with the racing of his heart. With no ability to form coherent thoughts, he just stared straight up at the ceiling until the crack above him came into focus.
It crept from under the molding, weaving a shadow of a curl all the way down the wall. A fresh fracture and Kyle knew who caused it. Lassoed to the frame, Hailey had pounded the old metal bars into the wall with the violent force of her release.
Apparently she left her mark in the near century-old plaster. The very idea of which made him grin as he rolled to his side. He won. Tonight the victory went to him because he’d ridden his little princess through the walls of her defenses into an honest admission. He put the screws to his little princess, and she buckled.
Just liked he’d planned. God, he loved it when a plan came together. Feeling giddy, almost like he drank too much champagne, Kyle nuzzled her neck. “Hailey?”
“Don’t talk to me, you bastard.” Kyle laughed outright at that cranky response. His mirth earned him a look, not exactly the kind most women gave a man who had just loved them so well. “Kyle?”
“Huh?” He couldn’t wait to hear what followed that impatient prompt, but he didn’t get a smart answer. Instead he got a pointed look above her head to where the pillowcase still snarled around her hands. “Oh. Sorry, princess.”
“Still as smooth as ever, sire.”
“Still as tart as ever, princess,” Kyle shot back without any of the heat that came from her scathing remark. Releasing her wrists from their binds it didn’t surprise him at all when she snatched her hands back and continued on grumbling.
“And that was not fair. In fact, it was against the rules and you know it.”
Hailey and her rules meant nothing to him anymore. A lesson he preferred to demonstrate than explain. That pleasure would come soon enough. Rolling out of the bed, he offered her the easy dismissal instead of the truth.
“Well, seeing as this is the last porno-date night, it doesn’t seem like there really is any consequence to breaking the rules.”
“This wasn’t supposed to be a porno-date night, Kyle,” Hailey spat. “Maybe I made a mistake here.”
“Oh, Hailey.” Kyle shook his head with mock sadness. “That kind of challenge really should be issued fully clothed and legs closed. This way is just too easy.”
Kyle proved again what a dumbass he could be when she snapped those legs closed with a growl and started pulling the sheet over her luscious, little body.
“Fine! Maybe I will sleep with you again, but next time I’ll tie your ass up and see how well you take to being bound. What are you doing?” For all her spit and vinegar, Hailey still curled into his arms as he lifted her out of the bed.
“Well, I thought a shower might be in order.”
“It is,” Hailey snorted as she snuggled her head into his shoulder, still bitching. “Of course just stepping into your bathroom leaves one with the feeling of need to bathe.”
It continued on all through the shower. She complained about the lukewarm water, the trickle coming from their rusted shower head, the astringent smell of straight soap, how the towel felt like sandpaper, and how she was afraid she was going to get warts on the bottom of feet from just standing on the floor.
All the way back to the bed, she belabored every little thing in
a ceaseless tirade. Kyle knew it hid her fear and worry. Like a miser who had just been robbed of her gold, Hailey knew he’d stolen her heart, and she wanted desperately to figure out how to get it back. He could almost see the thoughts swirling in her gaze as she glared at his bed—that offensive thing that had been her downfall.
“I am not sleeping on those sheets.”
Kyle cocked a brow at that loud declaration. “Why not? You were willing to fuck on them.”
That earned him a dirty look. “And that’s why I’m not sleeping in them. They’re icky.”
“Well, what do you want me to do about them?” He knew. He just delighted too much in the flush of her cheeks and the crackle of green lightening in her gaze to not prod her temper along.
“Get. New. Sheets. Dumbass.” She tacked on the last bit with a mutter and an eye roll.
“There. Are. No. Fresh. Ones. Smartass.”
“You know I’m coming over tonight, you know what’s going to happen. You’d think a smart guy like you could figure out to do the laundry.” Adjusting the towel wrapped around her, she preened in only the way a pissed-off princess could. “This is just why I don’t need a man mucking up my space.”
“I love you, too, Hailey.”
Her jaw clenched at that, and he could see real fire almost shoot through her face as she glared him down. He expected that to be the “set and match,” but he forgot about the dark horse not in the room.
“Fine. I’ll sleep in Cole’s bed.”
“Uh, Hailey?” Kyle snapped into motion but didn’t beat her to bathroom door or through the other one. Heart racing with the sense of helplessness coming over him, Kyle watched as Hailey made herself comfortable in Cole’s bed.
As comfortable as she could. He could see the stark pain in her gaze even as she tried to cover up her fury. “Don’t look so worried, Kyle. I know Cole doesn’t like sleeping with anybody, but I don’t think that’s going to be an issue tonight. On the off chance he actually finishes up his business, he can sleep in your bed, on the stained sheets for all I care.”
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