"That's right."His finger dips lower, teasing my entrance without entering."And what do you want from me?"
My mind struggles to form words as he continues his torturous teasing."Everything.I want everything."
His chuckle is low.The sound vibrates through me."Greedy girl."
One finger slides inside me, and I clench around it, a moan escaping my lips.He adds a second, stretching me as his thumb finds my clit again.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a caress against my ear."So perfect for me."
I can't see him, but I can feel his presence, his heat radiating as he steps closer.His lips find my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my legs tremble.
"Oh God," I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand.
"Not God," he corrects, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel."Just me."
His fingers withdraw suddenly, leaving me empty and aching.I whimper at the loss, straining against my restraints.
"Patience," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear."We have all night."
I hear the rustle of fabric, the soft hiss of a zipper.He's undressing.The thought sends another wave of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.Without my sight, my imagination fills in the blanks, his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest, the trail of dark hair leading down...
"Color?"he asks, his voice closer now.
"Green," I breathe."So green."
His naked chest presses against mine, skin to skin.His hands grip my hips, positioning me exactly where he wants me.I can feel him hard and ready, pressing against my thigh.The anticipation is killing me, every nerve ending on fire.
I feel him shift, positioning himself at my entrance.The head of his cock nudges against me, teasing, promising.My breath catches in my throat as he slowly pushes forward, just enough to make me feel the stretch.
"Is this what you want?"He withdraws slightly, then presses in a fraction deeper.
"Yes," I moan, trying to arch my hips toward him, but the restraints hold me firmly in place.I'm completely at his mercy, unable to control the pace or depth.The vulnerability is intoxicating.
"Tell me," he commands, his voice rough with restraint."Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you inside me.All of you.Please."The words tumble out, desperate and honest.
He rewards me by sliding deeper, inch by torturous inch, until he's fully seated inside me.We both groan at the sensation, my body adjusting to his size.He stays still for a moment, letting me feel how completely he fills me.
"So tight," he breathes against my neck."Perfect."
Then he moves, with slow and deliberate thrusts that make me gasp with each one.His hands grip my hips, controlling every movement, every sensation.I'm completely helpless, suspended between the cross and his body, existing only in this moment of pure feeling.
"You're mine tonight," he growls, his pace increasing slightly."Say it."
"I'm yours," I gasp, the words torn from my throat as he hits that perfect spot inside me."Only yours."
"Good girl," he praises, and the words send a thrill through me that rivals the physical pleasure building between my legs.
His thrusts grow more insistent, more demanding.One hand leaves my hip to tangle in my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat.His lips find my pulse point, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before he sucks hard enough to leave a mark.
"I want everyone to see," he growls against my skin."To know you're claimed."
The thought of wearing his mark sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.I belong to him in this moment-- claimed, marked, and possessed.The realization pushes me closer to the edge.
"Please," I whimper, straining against the restraints.
"Please, what?"His voice is commanding even as his breathing grows ragged.His hips never stop their relentless rhythm.