Page 117 of Sins of Innocence

Again with the baby girl. My insides light up and go squishy at the same time.

"I do." Way more than I should at this point.

He leans sideways and reaches toward the bedside table, his hard thighs rubbing along my soft ones. It's so good, I shift my legs to increase the sensation.

He looks at me over his shoulder, his expression dark and knowing. "You hungry, baby girl?"

Starving.

No way am I saying that though. I roll my lips into my mouth, pressing down with my teeth to stop the word from erupting out of me spontaneously. A girl has to have some pride.

My vaginal walls clamp tight on a whole lot of nothing as my body rolls in provocative invitation though.

Kieran moves onto his knees and lifts me up into a sitting position without any visible effort. Grasping one of my wrists, he guides it behind me before doing the same with the other, enclosing me in his strong arms.

His heat and the clean scent of his skin draws me closer until my nose is buried against his tattooed skin. I inhale, and sigh with pleasure as Kieran inundates my senses.

The faux fur is sensually soft against my wrists as he fixes the cuffs in place. He releases my wrists, settling my hands against my upper buttocks. The chain between them is about eight inches long and there's no strain in my shoulders.

My chest heaves with my labored breathing.

Why is this turning me on so hard?

Is it because it's Kieran and it wouldn't matter what he was doing, it would still turn me on? Or is there something about being helpless with him that's got my heart racing so hard in my chest?

Another almost painful contraction in my core at the thought of being at his mercy answers that question.

Kieran's fingertips brush my bare back above the zipper and I shiver with delight at the small touch. I nuzzle his chest some more, kissing his heated skin and letting my tongue flick out to taste him.

Salty. Clean. Him.

His big body shudders. "Yes, baby girl, keep doing that."

But I lift my head, confused, when the z-z-z-z-z of the zipper on my dress being lowered sounds. Why unzip my dress after putting the cuffs on me?

Dark with heated intensity, Kieran's eyes meet mine, his hand stopped with the zipper only halfway down. "I'm going to free your gorgeous tits so I can play with them."

I think about the morning in the kitchen and how his hands on my breasts turned me into something I didn't know I was. How I'd stopped thinking about whether I was doing anything right or wrong and had simply felt. Simply been there.

That. I want that again.

"Okay," I say.

He tugs the wide straps of my dress bodice down my arms, increasing the sense of being restrained and revealing my new pretty white balconette bra. It molds and lifts my girls without an underwire digging into my ribs. I thought wearing it was a little taste of heaven, but having his eyes hot on me while I'm wearing it is the real rapture.

"So sexy," he says gutturally while cupping my breasts and brushing his thumbs right over my turgid nipples.

The bra cups are stretchy silk fabric on the bottom and lace on the top, no lining, so I feel that touch all the way to my already pulsing clit.

Sliding one arm around my back and pulling me upward, Kieran leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He starts sucking. Hard. While he kneads my other breast with his free hand.

Electric currents of pleasure skip along my nerve endings turning that ache between my legs into something feral.

"Oh! Yes, Kieran! It's so good," I groan out, straining toward him, but unable to do any more than that.

His mouth pops off my nipple only for him to shift his head so he can take the other one in and suckle it with intensity bordering on painful. But it's not painful. It's good.

So, so good.