to him as he pounded inside her. "Ian. I'm . .
." She was what? Scared? Lost? "Please . . ."
"I have you, Kira." He came over her, his voice
thick now as the sensations began to build to
cataclysmic levels. She heard the restraint in him though,
and ached for it. Heard the regret that
shadowed the dominance she knew he was capable of
displaying. "I'm right here. Just come for me,
baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me."
She was helpless. Bound, both physically and mentally, and
she knew it. She was lost.
When the second orgasm came, she didn't bother fighting it.
She screamed, crashed, jerked in his arms,
and felt the muscles of her pussy clench violently on the
suddenly throbbing length of his cock.
He had thought to use a condom? At least he had a brain.
She could hear his release in his shattered
groan, in the jerky thrusts, the throb of his erection, but
she didn't feel the wetness of his semen.
For a wild moment, she regretted that. Wanted it. For one
impossible, insane moment, Kira wanted
things she knew she should have never considered. Had never
considered before in her life. She wanted
more than just the sex. And she wanted more than the
restraint that tightened his body despite his release.
She wanted all of him. She wanted to defy that hard-won
control that held him back, that kept a tight
rein on the obvious hungers he was denying himself. She
wanted to challenge him and feel him meeting
her head-on.
She wasn't a submissive, but a part of her was dying to
submit. To meet his dominance head-on, to push
at the boundaries he had set, and to weave herself as
firmly around his soul as she knew he was weaving
around hers.
Eight
IAN RELEASED KIRA SLOWLY FROMthe filmy lengths of material
that hung along the side of the
bed. The thin panel he had used bound her wrists, holding
her body in place for him, something he
doubted Kira had tried often.
He ran his hand along her back, clenched his teeth and
merely caressed the rounded globes of her rear
rather than watching them blush, hearing her scream as she
found more pleasure in an erotic spanking
than she could imagine, and feeling her come apart as she
found the threshold between that pleasure and
pain.
There were so many ways he wanted to touch her, fuck her.
So many things he could do to her body
that would leave her shaking, gasping his name, immersed in
a pleasure he knew she had never reached
before.
She was a strong woman, there was no doubt. But he knew her
strength and he knew the hungers that
even she didn't understand herself. And he knew that
sexual, independent creature inside her was dying
to defy the dominance he kept tightly leashed.
She was collapsed beneath him now, on her stomach, her head
buried in the pillow as she fought for
breath.
Ian straightened the filmy panels then rose and discarded
the condom he wore before stretching out
beside her in the bed.
A dumb move, he told himself as he pulled her into his arms
and held her against his chest. A really
dumb move, because she felt so right. She felt as though
she belonged against his chest and in his arms.
She fit him, and damn if that knowledge didn't rock his
soul all over again.
"We have reports that Sorrell is becoming irritated
with your defiance of him," she said as one hand
smoothed over his chest. "You're encouraging the
smaller cartels to defy him as well. He'll strike against
you soon."
"I'm not discussing Sorrell with you, Kira." Ian
stared at the ceiling through the diaphanous material that
stretched across the canopy frame above. "I'm not
discussing any of this with you."
"I'm here to help you, Ian." Irritation colored
her voice as she lifted her head to stare back at him. "I
have my own sources I can work. You're fighting a very
dangerous man. Don't throw away an
opportunity to gain any advantage you can."
"You being the advantage?" He let his hand smooth
over the fall of hair that caressed his chest now. Her
hair was softer than silk
." She was what? Scared? Lost? "Please . . ."
"I have you, Kira." He came over her, his voice
thick now as the sensations began to build to
cataclysmic levels. She heard the restraint in him though,
and ached for it. Heard the regret that
shadowed the dominance she knew he was capable of
displaying. "I'm right here. Just come for me,
baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me."
She was helpless. Bound, both physically and mentally, and
she knew it. She was lost.
When the second orgasm came, she didn't bother fighting it.
She screamed, crashed, jerked in his arms,
and felt the muscles of her pussy clench violently on the
suddenly throbbing length of his cock.
He had thought to use a condom? At least he had a brain.
She could hear his release in his shattered
groan, in the jerky thrusts, the throb of his erection, but
she didn't feel the wetness of his semen.
For a wild moment, she regretted that. Wanted it. For one
impossible, insane moment, Kira wanted
things she knew she should have never considered. Had never
considered before in her life. She wanted
more than just the sex. And she wanted more than the
restraint that tightened his body despite his release.
She wanted all of him. She wanted to defy that hard-won
control that held him back, that kept a tight
rein on the obvious hungers he was denying himself. She
wanted to challenge him and feel him meeting
her head-on.
She wasn't a submissive, but a part of her was dying to
submit. To meet his dominance head-on, to push
at the boundaries he had set, and to weave herself as
firmly around his soul as she knew he was weaving
around hers.
Eight
IAN RELEASED KIRA SLOWLY FROMthe filmy lengths of material
that hung along the side of the
bed. The thin panel he had used bound her wrists, holding
her body in place for him, something he
doubted Kira had tried often.
He ran his hand along her back, clenched his teeth and
merely caressed the rounded globes of her rear
rather than watching them blush, hearing her scream as she
found more pleasure in an erotic spanking
than she could imagine, and feeling her come apart as she
found the threshold between that pleasure and
pain.
There were so many ways he wanted to touch her, fuck her.
So many things he could do to her body
that would leave her shaking, gasping his name, immersed in
a pleasure he knew she had never reached
before.
She was a strong woman, there was no doubt. But he knew her
strength and he knew the hungers that
even she didn't understand herself. And he knew that
sexual, independent creature inside her was dying
to defy the dominance he kept tightly leashed.
She was collapsed beneath him now, on her stomach, her head
buried in the pillow as she fought for
breath.
Ian straightened the filmy panels then rose and discarded
the condom he wore before stretching out
beside her in the bed.
A dumb move, he told himself as he pulled her into his arms
and held her against his chest. A really
dumb move, because she felt so right. She felt as though
she belonged against his chest and in his arms.
She fit him, and damn if that knowledge didn't rock his
soul all over again.
"We have reports that Sorrell is becoming irritated
with your defiance of him," she said as one hand
smoothed over his chest. "You're encouraging the
smaller cartels to defy him as well. He'll strike against
you soon."
"I'm not discussing Sorrell with you, Kira." Ian
stared at the ceiling through the diaphanous material that
stretched across the canopy frame above. "I'm not
discussing any of this with you."
"I'm here to help you, Ian." Irritation colored
her voice as she lifted her head to stare back at him. "I
have my own sources I can work. You're fighting a very
dangerous man. Don't throw away an
opportunity to gain any advantage you can."
"You being the advantage?" He let his hand smooth
over the fall of hair that caressed his chest now. Her
hair was softer than silk
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