Page 77 of F*ckboys

I glance up at her, a wicked grin on my lips. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

I grab a silk rope from the side table, swiftly binding her wrists together.

Her eyes widen, pupils blown dark with desire. "What are you—?"

"Shh." I silence her with a kiss, tangling my tongue with hers. "You're at my mercy now."

A shiver runs through her, arousal spiking. She's completely under my control, and we both know she loves it.

I trail a hand down her body, watching her squirm against her restraints. "So responsive," I murmur. "So desperate for me."

She whimpers, tugging at the rope. "Please, Aksel..."

"All in good time." I grasp her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. Her ass is lifted, an invitation I can't refuse.

I spank her once, twice, leaving faint red marks on her skin. She gasps, pushing back for more.

My cock is granite, straining for release. I can't wait any longer.

Gripping her hips, I thrust into her slick pussy. We moan in unison. She's scorching, pulsing around me.

I drive into her with quick, deep strokes. The rope must be biting into her wrists, but she only urges me on.

"Harder," she gasps. "God, yes, fuck me harder Aksel!"

I pound into her, fingers digging into her hips. The coil of heat in my gut tightens unbearably. I'm close, so close—

My release hits me like a tidal wave, wrenching a shout from my throat. I spill into her, thrusts turning erratic as I ride out the tremors.

Breathless, I collapse beside her and undo the rope with fumbling fingers. She immediately curls into my arms, gazing up at me with a soft smile.

"That was incredible," she murmurs.

I brush the hair back from her face, struck by the depth of feeling she inspires. "You're incredible."

Freed from her restraints, Fallon gazes up at me with a sweet smile. "I didn't expect this. I didn't know how this was going to go, but I'm glad I came. You're really something special, you know?"

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, but the punch is made of butterflies. I'm not used to this—this intimacy, this bone-deep caring. It terrifies me.

For a moment, I'm worried she might run off, but she stays curled up next to me on the couch.

I tense, waiting for her to bolt. But she only nuzzles closer, draping an arm over my chest.

My heart stutters. I wrap her in my arms, pressing a kiss to her hair.

She's not leaving. The realization washes over me in a warm wave.

I don't know what this is between us or where it will lead. But for now, for tonight, she's here. And that's enough.

"Stay," I whisper.

A soft smile curves her lips. "I'm not going anywhere."

The words echo in my mind as I drift off to sleep, still holding her close. Stay.

She's really staying.

I wake slowly, senses swimming back online one by one. The warmth of her body curled against mine. The soft sound of her breathing. The citrusy coconut scent of her shampoo.