Page 55 of Bound Bride
Never in my life have I felt so desired or even needed like I do now, and I don't know how to process it.
Kon's lips close over mine, and the sensation swells until tears sting at the corner of my eyes and I don't have the strength to will them away.
I don't know what it is or why something so sweet brings me to tears, but he's kissing me and that's all that matters.
He kisses me like he's parched and I'm the first drop of water he's tasted in weeks.
His skin is warm from the sun and his hair is soft and thick against my fingers while I run my hands through the strands. Kon's mouth weaves gentle, possessive patterns across my lips in kisses that devour me whole and yet, as suddenly as they start, they stop.
His lips brush the tip of my nose and then he drops out of sight.
I barely have time to register him on his knees before me when he grasps my leg and drapes it over his shoulder.
As he moves, he shoves his face between my thighs and buries his face against my pussy with such eager force that I jolt upward with a gasp.
I'm forced onto the tiptoes of my other foot, but even they graze against the floor as Kon positions himself underneath me and utterly devours my pussy.
He eats like he kisses, with just as much passion that makes my brain utterly melt.
Every swipe of his tongue through my inner folds is followed by suckling pressure, vibrating hums, and the very subtle graze of teeth.
He kisses and licks over every inch of me, paying constant, insistent attention to my clit and dragging the pleasure out of me in long, strong pulls.
I try to balance myself by clutching at his hair but in the end, all I can do is clutch at the shelves behind me.
Each surge of pleasure while his hands caress and support my legs forces me to grab at things but the books aren't stable enough to support me.
They end up clattering to the floor as I seek for a grip on anything and everything, eventually settling on grasping one shelf with one hand and just clinging on for the ride.
My orgasm tears through me like a crashing wave, pulsing with such force that my legs stiffen and then tremble through every aftershock.
Kon continues to kiss and lick me through it all until I'm gasping and moaning openly, then he kisses my mound and carefully moves back to his feet.
Our mouths collide once more and he presses himself against me, a hot line of thick, hard muscle and a throbbing cock against my hip.
He catches my wrists in his hand and pins them above my head and then?—
Something switches.
Suddenly, it's not Kon's mouth against mine but Mathew’s and no matter which way I turn my head, I can't escape him.
The grip on my wrists isn't warm and firm, but cold and punishing as the small bones beneath the skin creak and shift in pain.
I know what's coming, what's always coming, and I can't ever escape him.
I gasp and the flashback ends. Kon's face melts back in front of me and I drag in a deep breath, then move forward to kiss him once more.
I have to keep going.
Nothing is more important than completing this.
But Kon moves backward, and our lips don't meet. Gone is the lustful sparkle in his eyes.
It's been replaced by something else, something warm and subtle like concern.
"Rose," Kon says and my name curls from his tongue like a prayer. "What is wrong?"
"What? Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Come on, don't stop now." I try to kiss him again, but Kon refuses to meet me and his grip on my wrists grows soft.
