Page 33 of Bound By Blood

But she could tell one thing by his controlled fucking. He was holding back. The darkness lurked just below the surface, out of her reach. He was keeping that part of himself away from her, and she didn’t know how she felt about it. She wanted all of him, all the dark corners of his mind, but she wouldn’t pressure him. No. No, she was going to live in the here and now. She was going to feel every inch of him until neither one of them could take it any longer.

Their eyes locked, and she noted the strain on his face. God, if he wasn’t so beautiful. “Cum for me,” he demanded. He reached between them and pressed a thumb to her clit. The rocking motion circled his thumb, and the heat in her belly rose impossibly higher. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. The heat rushed through her and straight to her pulsing pussy. A scream ripped from her throat.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

She writhed beneath him as she rode the waves of pleasure. His thrusts became faster, his hips rocking at a quicker rate. Her juices soaked him, and the sound of bodies slapping together didn’t go unnoticed.

He roared when he found his own release, her pussy milking his cock from the aftershocks of her orgasm. When he was finished, his hands released her thigh and clit and came to either side of her head. His head was bowed, his breathing heavy.

“Are you okay?” she asked between her pants when he didn’t say a word.

He chuckled breathlessly. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

She smiled. “I told you, I like pain.”

He flicked his tired gaze to her. “Yeah, I guess you did.” He rolled off of her and collapsed on the bed next to her.

Turning her eyes to the ceiling, she traced the swirls etched there while continuing to come down from her high. “I didn’t come here expecting sex, just so you know,” she lied. A part of her had hoped they would.

He glanced over at her, an eyebrow raised. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure you begged me to bring you here after telling me not to touch Irma.”

She shrugged. “I told you. You’re mine.”

“Then you practically threw yourself at me downstairs. I’m positive you came here just for sex.”

She smiled a little as her breathing calmed. “Okay, so maybe it was on my mind. Are you saying you regret it?”

Silence stretched the room for a moment, enough to make her look at him. They stared at each other for several long moments, each searching the eyes of the other, probing the secrets there. “No,” he finally answered. “Because you’re mine too.”

She grinned a little to herself then grew somber. “You stopped yourself.”

“From what?”

“From killing me.”

“Yeah, I did.” He puckered his gorgeous lips for a moment. “I guess the darkness in me happens to like having you around too.”

She studied the side of his face. “It doesn’t scare me, you know,” she whispered. Did he not trust her enough to show her his true self?

“You keep saying that, but you haven’t seen true darkness, Carly. My darkness is different than anything you could have possibly experienced out in the real world.” He swallowed hard as if the next part is difficult for him to say. “Sometimes, it even scares me.”

She laughed bitterly. She wasn’t a fragile china doll. “You don’t know anything about me. And it doesn’t scare me. I crave everything you are.”

He reached over and brushed his finger down her cheek. “I know enough about you to make you cum until you scream.”

Blushing, she licked her bottom lip. He studied the movement of her tongue. “Maybe I’m an easy lay.” She’d be interested to see what he was truly like when he let himself go. Would she survive it? The thought thrilled her.

“Yeah, I doubt that.” He dropped his hand from her cheek and rested it on his chest. “There is nothing about you that’s easy.”

She flopped her head back on the pillow and returned her gaze to the ceiling. He was probably right. She was a complicated and stubborn and hard-headed woman to be around. She never claimed to be anything but.

Frowning, she wondered why he was attracted to her. Maybe it was something about them, this bond, that made him so. Her mood dampened when she was returned to the fact that they really need to get to this Kata woman, but a part of her didn’t want to anymore. What if Kata could break this bond? Life without him . . . Carly couldn’t fathom it. All she wanted was more of him, but the need to know why outweighed that fact.

They fell into silence, and she didn’t know when, but she eventually fell asleep, wondering if he returned the reluctance for answers too.

Chapter 13

Landon Creed