Page 101 of Chain Me
She shifts against me, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “The water looks inviting,” she says, but there's something in her tone that makes me look down at her.
Her green eyes hold that familiar glint—the same one she wore that first night in her cell when she was testing my control.
“I think I'm going for a dip,” she continues, sitting up gracefully. The movement makes her hair cascade over one shoulder, and I have to grip the sand to keep from reaching for her.
That look. Christ, that look could bring me to my knees.
Katarina stands and walks toward the water in that deliberate way that tells me she knows exactly what she's doing to me. The emerald bikini bottom rides low on her hips, and I watch the gentle curves of her ass as she steps into the crystal-clear waves.
She wades in until the water reaches her thighs, then turns to glance back at me over her shoulder. That fucking look again is a filthy invitation.
I'm on my feet before conscious thought kicks in.
The warm water laps at my legs as I close the distance between us. She doesn't try to escape, just watches me approach with those blue eyes dancing with mischief. When I reach her, my hands find her waist, and I pull her back against me in one fluid motion.
My erection presses against the soft curve of her ass, and she melts into me immediately. The contact sends fire racing through my veins, every nerve ending lighting up like I've been electrified.
“Erik,” she breathes.
The sound breaks something inside me. Something that was barely holding together anyway.
She pushes back against me, grinding slowly, and a low moan escapes her throat. That sound—fuck, that sound ruins me completely.
My arms tighten around her waist as I bury my face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in. Salt air and sun-warmed skin and that scent that's purely her. She tilts her head to give me better access, and I press open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive spot below her ear.
“You're playing with fire,” I growl against her throat.
She arches into me, pressing her ass more firmly against my hardness. “Good thing I like getting burned.”
The water moves around us in gentle swells, but all I can focus on is the way she feels in my arms. The way she responds to every touch, every whispered word.
My wife.
She reaches back to tangle her fingers in my hair, holding me to her as I trail kisses down her neck. Another soft moan vibrates through her chest, and I'm completely undone.
My hands slide up her torso, palming her breasts through the thin fabric of her bikini top. She arches into my touch, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
“Fuck, you're perfect,” I growl against her ear. “My perfect little wife.”
Her breathing turns ragged as I roll her nipples between my fingers, the salt water making everything slick and sensitive. She grinds back against me harder, desperate for friction.
“Erik, please,” she whimpers.
“Please, what?” I nip at her earlobe, making her shiver. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me. Now.”
The desperation in her voice makes my cock throb painfully against the confines of my swim shorts. I reach down with one hand, pushing the fabric of her bikini bottom aside while the other continues to tease her breast.
“So fucking wet already,” I murmur as my fingers find her cunt. “Is this from the ocean or from thinking about me fucking you in the middle of paradise?”
“You,” she gasps, her head falling back against my shoulder. “Always you.”
I slide two fingers into her, and she moans, her body clenching around me. The water provides cover as my thumb finds that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“That's it, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “Let me feel how much you need this. How much you need your husband's hands on you.”
She pushes back against my touch, riding my fingers with increasing urgency. I can feel her walls fluttering around me, getting closer to the edge.
