"Oh, God." She groaned.
As if punishing her, he stopped and moved away. She lunged backward, searching for contact. Her pussy throbbed, wet and oh-God-so hot. Serge's hands went around her waist and he flipped her onto her back. She found herself staring up into his hardened face.
"I am the only one who will give you what you want," he said.
She nodded, trusting him.
He offered his hand, and she let him guide her off the bed. He remained sitting on the edge of the mattress. Sometime between kneeling on the floor and lying on the bed, he'd removed his trousers.
She straddled his legs, planting her knees on the mattress. He held one of his ties in his hand. She hadn't even seen him take one from the stand in the bedroom.
He removed her hands from his shoulders and bound her arms in front of him.
"Put your hands over my head," he said.
She raised her arms and slipped them behind his neck. He grasped her waist and settled her on his cock. Her head fell back at the fullness of him filling every inch of her.
Instead of letting her move, he simply held her down on him while he locked his gaze on her. Together, suspended in time, she looked deep into his eyes, feeling more connected to him than ever.
The change came over him first. He blinked, reaching between them to rub her clitoris. Unable to hold still, she rode him.
"Wrap your legs around my back." He put his mouth on her neck and sucked hard.
As she locked her ankles, her pussy spasmed. His cock throbbed inside of her. In this position, she couldn't move. She couldn't take any more of him. She had to depend on him to give her pleasure.
"Give it all to me," he said against her skin.
As if the vibration of his words, the heat of his breath in her ear, she let go. Every muscle constricted. All the blood left her head, leaving her disoriented. Her hands tingled, whether from the tie binding her hands or from her approaching climax, she couldn't say. She ground down, rubbing against his fingers that continued to manipulate her pleasure.
She panted in urgency, unable to stop. Then her world exploded. Her thighs clamped down on him. Her head went back, and she screamed his name as her orgasm coursed through her soul.
His hands palmed her hips, forcing her still. Through the racking shudders and sensitivity, she lost control again when his cock pumped his release in her. One hot spurt after another, warming her, filling her.
He sucked in his breath, his eyes locked on her. She laid her forehead against him and hung on.
When they both caught their breath, Serge lifted her off him and laid her down. He untied her hands. "I'll be right back."
Unable to keep her eyes open, she snuggled against the pillow and sighed in contentment. A few minutes later, she became aware of the warmth between her legs. She blinked at Serge, sitting on the edge of the bed, washing and caressing her with a wet washcloth.
Intent on soothing her, she took that moment to watch him. The rollercoaster of emotions he'd taken her on left her more clearheaded. Beyond his fierceness, there was softness and concern in his gaze.
No one had ever taken responsibility for her happiness before. She was afraid he'd never understand how special he was.
He leaned over her lower body. She held her breath, but when he kissed each of the red marks he'd made on her skin, she reached down and slid her fingers through his hair.
"I'm okay," she whispered.
His gaze clouded over. Once again, the curtain concealing his emotions snapped into place. He'd gone somewhere she couldn't reach him.
She moistened her lips. "Come to bed."
Finally settled, wrapped in his arms with her back pressed against his chest, she closed her eyes again. In the dark, she found enough bravery to accept what she wanted. "Serge?"
"Hm?"
"I won't go to the homeless camp again, but I'd like it if you could check on Evie and Sia for me," she whispered.
They had to compromise if they were going to make their relationship work. She couldn't lose him.
