Page 32 of Unbound

He barks out a laugh. “All for you, Sunshine.”

I reach up and scratch my fingers through his hair. His eyes close, and he groans, picking up the pace. I let out a whimper when his fingers make contact with my sensitive clit again.

“I want to feel you come again,” he growls.

My body tenses up as the orgasm builds inside me. I close my eyes, trying to give in to it despite how overwhelmed I feel with the emotional response I’m having to him.

“I can’t,” I cry.

“You can. Give it to me.”

He pistons his hips like a man undone, a man with endless stamina who trains to go to war for a living and rides bulls for fun. I shake my head, writhing against the bed as the wave swells inside me.

“You’re mine, Eden Wesson. This pussy is mine.”

My eyes fly open at his filthy words. I gasp, the orgasm tearing through me. He grunts, bracing himself above me with his free arm as his hips jolt. I’m coming undone underneath him, feeling my wetness soak the sheets. He pumps me full of his cum, groaning with the pleasure my body gives to his.

“You’re a dream come true, so pretty and perfect,” he pants into my ear as the final aftershocks wreck us both.

I never want it to end. Part of me wishes we would have talked about it first because now I’m wondering what exactly this means.

Is it physical for him?

The way he was talking to me during it, calling me his and claiming ownership over my lady bits with his filthy mouth, makes my mind swirl with questions.

He pulls back, removing himself from me. I feel empty and satisfied. He climbs off the bed, stretching out his body.

I let my eyes travel over him, drinking in the work of art that his form is.

“You need me to get you a napkin for the drool on your lip?” He smirks at me.

I shake my head, mortified that he caught me.

“Come shower with me. I haven’t even gotten to see you naked yet.” He grabs my hand, pulling me up off the bed.

I’m still wearing his sweatshirt. The bathroom is right outside his door, but Duke is also out there. Cum drips down my thighs.

He turns the door handle, seemingly uncaring if his brother sees him naked. He ushers me out into the bathroom quickly, shutting the door behind us both. He turns the shower knob to heat up the water.

He looks down over me with dark eyes. “My turn.”

He grabs the hem, peeling it off over my head. I step back, suddenly self-conscious despite the fact that his face was just buried between my thighs. I wrap my arms around my stomach.

His eyes graze over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I hold my breath, waiting for him to say something.

He licks his lips. “You’re beautiful.”

He pulls me closer, planting a kiss on my forehead. My knees are shaking.

I look up at him, slowly releasing an exhale. “You’re too good to be true.”

He steps into the shower and pulls me in after. It’s a small space, so we’re close together. He grabs the removable showerhead and starts spraying my body with it. He moves it up to my hair next, fully wetting it before placing it back on the holder and grabbing the shampoo bottle. It smells like charcoal and citrus, and the scent reminds me of the first time he walked into the kitchen after a shower and I nearly dropped the loaf of bread I’d just taken out of the oven. He tried to buy me my own stuff that has a girlie scent, but I guess he’s caught on to the fact that I kept using his.

He squirts it into his hand and motions for me to turn around. I do, my chest tightening when he starts working the product into my hair. My eyes drift closed as he lathers it up. His nails scratch my scalp in a way that makes my toes curl up, and my mind floats back to me scratching his head during sex.

I halfway expect him to press his erection into my backside, but he doesn’t. He washes my hair out and follows with the conditioner. I’ve never been touched like this by a man, so intimately and tender.

Once my hair is rinsed, he grabs his body wash. I bite my lip, trying to hold back a moan as his callous hands expertly cleanse every part of me. He spends a noticeably longer time on my breasts, hyper-focused on my nipples as they pucker up under his thumbs. The senses he’s igniting in my chest spread tingles all over my body.