Page 51 of Yearner

His mouth descended to her thighs, planting heated kisses that made her body quiver. She felt her legs twist in response, lifting slightly as her knees bent, leaving her suspended, completely at his mercy. The restraints held her firmly in place, and as he captured her hips, his lips sought out her core. Within moments, his mouth found her wetness, and a muffled sound escaped her lips as his tongue began to explore her, sliding with insatiable intensity.

“Mmmhmmm…” Allison whimpered, breath hitching in her throat as his tongue flicked expertly against her sensitive spots. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, blurring her senses and making it difficult to think. The mounting sensations ignited a fire within her, filling her with an overwhelming need that left her trembling.

Her breaths came in short gasps, stifled by the ball in her mouth that kept her voice trapped, muffling her cries of ecstasy. The pressure built up inside her, and she could feel tears welling up, soaking the silk that covered her eyes. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that it pushed her to the brink of madness.

His tongue continued its relentless licking, sliding in and out, flickering over her with a hot, soft caress that drove her wild. As she neared the edge, he suddenly withdrew, leaving her gasping in surprise and longing. She strained to find him again, to pull him back, but he shifted upward, trailing kisses along her waist, showering her stomach with a mix of gentle bites and tender licks that only heightened her desire.

Her body trembled, every sensation amplified as he moved closer, an intensity radiating from him that felt endless. Suddenly, a rip echoed in the room as his hand grasped her nightgown, biting into the neckline before tearing it apart. The fabric fell away, exposing one breast completely while the other remained tantalizingly hidden, brushing against the cool air that only heightened her awareness. Her skin prickled with excitement, her nipples hardening in response to the rush of sensations.

Two fingers, slick and teasing, slid down from her stomach to between her legs, igniting a fire within her. His thumb circled her, while his tongue explored her depths, skillfully dancing inside her.

He paid no mind to her gasps and cries of surprise; he was relentless, his fingers thrusting in and out of her with a roughness that made her voice falter. Each attempt to contain herself only urged him to delve deeper, pushing her boundaries further.

Allison burned with desire, everything blurring into a haze as he thrust again, stretching her open, moving at a ruthless pace.

“Hmmhh… Mmmm…”

Surprised cries escaped her lips, tears welling in her eyes from the overwhelming sensations. His fingers delved deep, finding their rhythm, while his mouth flicked over her with a fervor that sent shockwaves through her body. The wet sounds of their bodies mingled in the air, shameless and raw, drowning out any semblance of restraint.

He gripped her tightly, lifting her legs into the air, and then, without warning, he thrust inside her, stretching her wide in a way she never thought possible. A wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and begging for more.

He held the back of her neck, drawing her closer, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured, “I want to taste every part of you, your lips, your mouth, everything you have to offer. I don’t want anything else.”

He pulled away momentarily, positioning himself behind her. His hands landed firmly on her hips. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue devouring her as his fingers twisted inside her from behind. Each movement edged her closer to the brink, yet he denied her release, savoring the power he wielded over her.

As she teetered on the edge, he pushed his fingers deeper still, the intensity rising to a level that stole her breath away. His tongue flicked against her relentlessly, each stroke sending her spiraling toward ecstasy, yet he kept her unsatisfied, delighting in the torment.

He rounded again, his mouth finding her throat, his tongue gliding over her skin, slick and warm. He took a nipple into his mouth, savoring the taste before letting it slip free, relishing in the way he was torturing her, enjoying every moment of her response.

He shifted from her collarbone to her throat, then slid down to her stomach. Each lick grew more intense, filling her with a terrifying fullness that made her tremble beneath him. His large hand cupped her breast, fingers kneading softly, teasingly.

“God, I’m going to make you mine,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

He wrapped her legs around his waist, their bodies meeting with a rough urgency as he thrust into her. His length was deep and hard, pushing her to the brink, while her hips responded eagerly, fitting against him like a glove. He captured her face, kissing her fiercely, the rhythm of his pounding making everything else fade away.

Suddenly, he slowed, drawing out the pleasure, each thrust deep and agonizingly slow.

“You’re begging me to fuck you hard,” he chuckled softly, his voice a low whisper, “You want me so much, but you’re still pretending you don’t.” He pressed into her again, hitting that sweet spot, refusing to relent.

As her climax approached, the overwhelming pleasure blinded her, leaving her gasping for air. She trembled uncontrollably beneath him, but he held on, gripping her hips with bruising strength.

“I’m giving you what you want,” he said, driving into her with brutal intensity, each thrust a declaration of possession. With a primal growl, he released himself inside her, waves of warmth flooding her as he claimed her completely.

He reached up, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he unlooped the knots restraining her wrists from the overhead chain, the fibers slithering away and leaving her with a sudden, weightless ache in her arms.

The moment her hands fell limp to her sides, blood tingling back to her numbed fingers, she let out a whimper of relief—though the sound had barely formed before he caught her, bracing her body against his chest. His mouth found her jaw, then her lips, and she tasted herself on his tongue, the mingled tang of sweat and need and residual fear that had, for long minutes, thrummed in her veins.

She tried to steady herself, but he lifted her again, hips pressed to his as he thrust into her once, then again, each time more ravenous, as if he meant to devour her from the inside out. The rhythm of his longing vibrated through her body, down to the soles of her feet. Beneath the onslaught, her muscles trembled and her knees buckled, and it was only his arms that kept her from sliding to the cold, tiled floor.

With a single motion, he spun her, pressing her back to a gleaming table. Her bare skin slapped against the chilled metal, the shock of it sending a line of electricity up her spine and making her gasp.

He wasted no time. One hand yanked her thighs apart, exposing her to the open air, while the other gripped her throat—not to choke, but to hold her steady. Then, with a feral energy, he ripped the nightgown she’d worn, the silk shuddering and splitting along the seams before fluttering to the ground.

Allison was entirely exposed, her body mapped with the prints of his hands, the red marks at her wrists, the gooseflesh prickling across her breasts and belly. For a moment, she felt pinned by his gaze more than his hands, vulnerable in a way she’d never known.

He paused, and for a second, she thought he might stop. But then he leaned in—his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his stubble scraping her cheek.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he said, voice ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me.”