Blackthorne, Fiona - Moonstruck [Blue Moon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Fiona Blackthorne Page B

her body, trapping her in pleasure.
    To her surprise, he pushed her back against the mattress, pinning her down. He grinned at her and nipped at her bottom lip.
    “No, sweetheart,” he said. “We do this my way.”
    “What way? I don’t understand?”
    “Shhh, Ava. Don’t fight me.”
    Fear slashed through her veins as her mind went wild with ideas of what he was going to do, and yet, she couldn’t deny the deep, palpable excitement that made her nipples and pussy throb and ache.
    Slowly, holding her gaze with his, Declan stripped off her sweater and began to unbutton her cotton shirt. He straddled her, basically pinning her in place. His deliberate movements frustrated her. She wanted him now. She needed more arousal and a climax now. Her hand snaked down to between her legs, trying to squeeze between Declan’s erection and her sex to stroke herself through her jeans.
    Lightning fast, he grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head. He took her other and did the same.
    “You’re being a bad girl, Ava,” he said, darkness and desire thick in his voice, making her tremble with forbidden fantasies. “Keep your hands above your head.”
    He ripped open the rest of her shirt, sending buttons flying, and frowned at her plain white bra.
    “I don’t ever want you wearing this again,” he said coolly. “It’s ugly, and you, sweetheart, are beautiful.”
    He reached around underneath her to unhook her bra then pulled it off her. He yanked her shirt off as well so that now she was bare from the waist up, exposed to him.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to a nipple and flicking it with his tongue. “Sweet.” Another flick that sent a jolt of joy straight down to her pussy. “Tweakable.” He lightly brushed the very tip of her nipple. She lost control and tried to buck up against him, only to have him lift up slightly on his knees so she couldn’t reach him to grind against his cock.
    “No,” he said, his golden eyes narrowing. “Not yet. That would be too damn easy.”
    Ava’s heart raced, and her breathing began to come in quick gasps. This was a totally unexpected side of Declan, something unknown, a little dangerous and completely exciting. What was he going to do to her? The suspense seemed to heighten the awareness of the growing arousal in every part of her body.
    He leaned over and flicked her other nipple with his tongue, and she moaned for more. Chuckling, he grabbed a coil of sail rope that was stored to the side of the mattress along with a few sail bags.
    “What are you doing?” Ava demanded, suddenly snapping out of her delirium of desire and becoming very aware of his movements.
    “Taking you out to sea, sweetheart,” he said as he grabbed her wrists and tied them securely with the rope, knotting it against a bar at the head of the bed. “I want to dive deep to discover your ocean floor, the darkest and most forbidden places inside you. I want to chart the waters of your desire. I want to ride the waves of your pleasure.”
    Ava’s eyes went wide as she felt herself restrained before she could think to protest. No one had ever done this to her before, and she felt a delicious nervousness at what was to come. She realized that she wasn’t truly afraid because somehow, for some reason, she absolutely trusted Declan. Restlessly, she shifted, testing out the bonds around her hands. They were tighter than she expected, and that excited her. She was actually tied up, not just loosely restrained. There was nothing she could do to keep Declan from doing whatever he wanted to her. Her pussy pounded with unrelieved excitement at the thought.
    Declan’s eyes were alight with desire as he surveyed her. Deliberately, he lowered one finger to her nipple and brushed the tip of it over and over.
    “Oh God!” Ava cried out, bucking and moving in frustrated need.
    He moved to kneel on one side of her, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, but leaving them on her. Damn, it wasn’t