Page 45 of Bound in Blood & Chains

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Then it comes crashing back.

And I reach for her, pulling her close before the moment can slip away. I'm painfully aware of how tightly we're pressed together, how warm she feels against me.

"Do you have any coffee?" she asks, voice rough from sleep.

"Absolutely," I murmur. "But not yet."

"Not yet?" She gives a sleepy little laugh.

I roll over and pin her beneath me, my legs sliding between hers, hands braced above her head. I kiss her slowly at first, then trail soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She shivers under me, breath catching as I keep going, taking my time with her.

I keep the line going down to her heavy breasts, watching her breath heave as goosebumps appear and her nipples harden. I take one nipple into my mouth, lightly licking and sucking.

A quiet sound escapes her, and she arches into me, needy and half-awake and devastatingly beautiful.

My cock hardens even more, and I can feel the heat coming from her pussy.

I flash my teeth and raise an eyebrow. Teasing.

Her eyes flick to my mouth, and her body shifts closer, clearly asking for more.

"Please?" she almost whimpers.

The word hits me hard.

I use one hand, running the head of my cock against her entrance.

"You are so fucking wet," I say, biting at my lip.

"Fucking do something about it," she squirms, voice edged with need.

"Yes, ma'am."

I ease in just the tip, then pull back out, watching her body react. The way she groans, hips grinding up like she's chasing me, desperate for the fullness.

It's mesmerizing.

Shit, I'm teasing myself more than her at this point.

Finally, I give in and push all the way in.

She grunts as I bottom out, hitting deep.

I hold there for a beat, letting us both feel the stretch, the heat, the way she grips me tight. Then I start moving.

Slow thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in deep, watching her face twist with every drag. Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me faster, and I give it to her, hips snapping harder, the bed creaking under us.

"Fuck, Raul," she gasps, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.

I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, lost in the rhythm of it. Skin on skin, her moans in my ear, the slick heat of her pulling me under.

We move together like that, building fast and frantic until she's trembling beneath me, close again. I reach between us, thumb circling her clit, and that's all it takes.

She comes undone with a cry, clenching around me. Her inner folds tighten around me, massaging. Begging for me to join her.

My thumb presses harder on her clit, causing a scream to escape her lips. She's trying to pull away from me, convulsing in orgasm.

Watching her becomes my own undoing as my cock pulses, exploding deep inside her.