She blinked at the vision of Kam coming over her on his hands and knees. He looked truly awesome in that moment, a primal male, her female essence glistening on his chin and nose. He had her scent now. He wouldn’t rest until he’d gotten his fill.
“How did you know?” she rasped, referring to her difficulty in relaxing her body following her first orgasm.
“You got so excited beneath the flogger, your climax wasn’t sufficient to calm you. I could feel it in your rigid muscles, see it in your expression,” he said, his narrowed gaze roving over her face and breasts hungrily. Despite the fact that he’d proved he could read her with subtle mastery before, the evidence of it still stunned her. He paused, kneeling over her supine body. His nostrils flared. He looked hungry as he looked down at her.
Very hungry.
“I had guessed you would be responsive,” he growled softly. “But I had not dared to hope as greatly as all this. You’re so lovely. But now you will have to put out the fire you started in me,” he murmured, his eyes like crescents of gleaming silver.
“Yes. Whatever you want,” she whispered heatedly.
He lifted his hand and pressed his thumb to her lower lip, his stare burning straight through her. “I will have your mouth since you are still sore from last night.”
“No . . . I’m all right,” she said in protest—she really wasn’t all that sore anymore—but he silenced her by penetrating her lips with his thumb. He met her stare.
“I will have your mouth,” he repeated. She sucked his thick thumb all the way into her mouth, her eyes speaking for her as she looked up at him.
Yes. Whatever you want.
And she meant it like she’d never meant it in her life. What was this throbbing, swelling feeling mounting in her, this unnamable need? Was it that he’d given her so much pleasure and she wanted to return it?
Yes, but it was more, Lin realized as he slid his thumb out of her sucking mouth, his hard mouth shaping into a slight snarl as she continued to pull on him, hard. She wanted to see pleasure tighten his face; she wanted to give her submission to him as a gift. She longed to do it because of the sweet, dark, secret place he’d taken her to just now, yes, but she would have craved it, no matter what had come first.
He came up on his knees over her, holding her stare as he began to unfasten his trousers.
• • •
A fever had come upon him, a trance of lust. He kept replaying it in his mind over and over, the vision of Lin strung as tight as a vibrating wire, back arched, hips flexed, head back, offering herself to the flogger. He had known she was incredibly responsive, but sensitivity and the capability for great passion did not equate to the ability for submission. That required courage, trust, and faith. Seeing that combination of all those things in her, witnessing that transformation, had cast a spell over him, sexual magic at its purest and most powerful.
He jerked down his pants impatiently, wincing slightly as he brushed his fingers against his rigid cock. Without thinking, he grabbed himself through his boxer briefs and hissed. It’d been a trial like he’d never endured, watching Lin as he flogged her gently, drowning in her sweet juices, burning but never igniting.
He was done with waiting.
He lifted his knee and hastily got off the bed, getting rid of his remaining clothing just as hastily. From the side of his vision, he saw Lin’s head turn, feeling her stare on him like a touch. His cock dropped out of the confinement of his underwear, heavy and ponderous. God he ached. He fisted himself from below and stroked the length firmly, holding Lin’s stare.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said. “You’ve taken root in my mind. I can’t get you out of my head.”
She blinked several times. So did Kam. His bald admission had shocked him a little, too. The feeling of vulnerability that came over him made him want to punish her a little . . . pleasure her a lot. He crawled back on the bed, kneeling over her, his knees near her armpits. He again took his aching cock into his hand. She looked up at him with somber dark eyes, and he felt himself pulse against his palm.
“You make it sound like you’re angry about it,” she said.
“No,” he said. “You’ve left me spinning, that’s all. Now you will have to face the consequences.” He slid his knees apart on the silky duvet, lowering himself. He brushed the tip of his cock against her lips. Her tongue came out, red and wet, licking at the head.
“Oh, oui, encore,” he demanded, watching her closely. Again. She ran the tip of her firm tongue over the slit, coaxing a drop of pre-ejaculate from the glans. Her quick tongue immediately swept it into her mouth. He grunted appreciatively, smiling down at her. “That’s right, little kitten.” he murmured. Unable to resist the bewitching target of her small smile, he fisted his shaft and pushed the thick head between her lips. She immediately clamped him hard, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked. He made a strangled sound and pulsed back and forth between her lips with just the first several inches of his cock for several ecstatic seconds.
“You suck it like you really want it,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring as he watched her. She nodded, twitching his cock as she did so, her lustrous eyes undoing him. He glanced up in rising arousal and frustration. The posters on the large bed were just out of the reach of his hands. He had nothing to use to support his upper body. Without balance, he risked hurting her if he went deeper, no matter how eager her hot mouth was.
She made a sound of thwarted longing when he willfully slid his cock out of the wet vacuum of her mouth. “A moment, baby,” he said, going back on his haunches, his erection standing out from his body lewdly. He reached for her ankle restraints, giving her several inches of slack. He climbed off the bed and walked around to the foot. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise when he slid her entire body down the bed. Her head fell off the edge of the mattress.