Page 16 of Stolen Hours

Jan licked his lips. “Sold.”

GOLDEN THREADS MADEsupple chains that were more like stretchy scarves. They wrapped around her wrists and secured her to two golden fixtures that were much heavier and thicker. She could get out of the stretchy bonds, but the bonds couldn’t detach from the wall, not once Jan had his way.

Her phone was tucked into her bag, and her clothes were tossed on the floor, along with Jan’s. He scooted up close to her, lying on his side while she was stretched out on her back, arms loose enough to move, but tight enough that she couldn’t bend them or get free with a simple slip or tug.

“I’m right here. I’m going to take care of you. You don’t get to worry about a thing tonight. Deal?” Jan fed her a piece of chocolate and kissed her nose.

“I’m worried I look silly,” Diana confessed.

“You look sexy and ravishing, and I hope I look lovestruck. Do I?”

Diana had to admit that her sexy husband, who looked like a cross between a pirate and a poet with his dark, moody eyes and long mane of hair, did look like he’d received a direct hit from Cupid’s arrow.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Jan asked, one hand massaging her shoulder, then sliding to her breast. He cupped and rolled each globe carefully, working the nipple with a soft stroke that turned a subtle peak into a hard, tight point.

“Oh, I don’t know. Watch a little television. Take a little nap.” Diana said, voice casual.

“Where’s the remote in this place?” Jan asked, immediately sitting up.

“Jan! I was teasing. Do you seriously think I would have wanted to take all my clothes off to watch television?”

“I mean, you could watch the television. I’d be watchingyou,” he said with a little nip at her neck. “Prettiest thing on any channel.”

“I think I’d like to act out my own love story. Helpless damsel pays back hunky knight.”

“You weren’t helpless. You were a survivor. A beautiful lone wolf fighting for your freedom.”

“If you want me to howl, I think you know how to do it,” Diana giggled.

“Oh, I might.” Jan purred, then sank down into the soft sheets, kissing his way down her side, fingers working magical circles across her honey-peach skin. Little kisses of copper and gold appeared, and floral filigree spiraled down to her dark blonde-brown curls as he eagerly sucked her breast deeper into his mouth.

Diana gasped and parted her legs as the coils of metal took the shape of intimate lingerie, mapping across her body with a kiss of heat that never burned, forming beautiful fabric that lay like lace across her.

She felt like something precious, spoiled, and adored enough to be adorned withjewels and gold.

And Jan wasn’t done, although she wondered if he was unaware of what his magic was doing, lost in his own enjoyment.

The metal coiled and solidified, creating a firm cylinder that burrowed inside of her wetness. Her muscles instantly worked against it, squeezing down as Jan’s hand drifted between her thighs.

“Hm? Oh, did I make you a present?” he asked, kissing his way across shimmering lace, tongue circling around her navel.

Diana let out a strangled noise as the layers of gold and silver inside of her thickened, filling her. “You did,” she gasped.

Jan’s hand took the end of the toy he’d spun for her, pressing it in and out slowly, finding her pleasurable spots, testing her limits as he kissed her curls and spread her lips to find her pink, wet slit with his tongue.

“Jan!” she let out a cry as his tongue tormented her clit. Her hands wanted to grab his hair, his arm, his shoulder—and she couldn’t.

As if summoned by magic, he reached up to take one of her hands, stretching his arm out to the side.

Always what I need. Always going to catch me.

“I’m not usually jealous of my jewelry,” Jan chuckled against her folds, “but this is making you so wet, Diana.” He worked the toy in and out of her, increasing his pace a little at a time.

“It’s because it’s you. Part of you. Your magic, in me. Around me. Holding me tight.”

“And you were never impressed with my jewelry,” Jan teased.

“I was!” Diana panted as he pressed the toy in deep and held it up against the underside of her clit, making her feel the hot, sweet rush of climax starting to build. “Love what you do! No one else in the world can do what you do!”