Page 153 of I Never Stopped Loving You

Her short little laugh is all I need to hear. I unhook my seatbelt and flip us until she’s on her back along the front seat, legs spread, and I’m now kneeling between her thighs.

“How crazy?” she purrs.

“Seeing the way he looked at you made me want to rip his eyes out of his skull.”

Her soft gasp has me worried, but only for a millisecond before I feel her legs tightening around my waist.

“He was only being nice,” she teases as she runs her fingers up my arms.

My cock is still out. Her eyes follow down my body to where it’s pressed right against her core. Her hands reach for it again, but I stop her. I grip both her wrists and pin them above her head pressing my length against her harder. Even through the leggings, I can feel the heat radiating off of her.

“No fair. You didn’t let me finish what I was doing earlier and now I can’t even touch you?” she whines as she writhes beneath me.

“How badly do you want to touch me, Little Rabbit?” I ask as I place soft kisses against her neck.

“So badly it’s driving me crazy.”

I groan as I roll my hips letting her feel what she’s doing to me. She moans when my cock presses against her clit and even through the fabric, she’s already gasping from the sensation. Her eyes close as her head tilts back exposing her throat to me.

“Crazy? You don’t know the meaning of the word, Little Rabbit,” I whisper against her skin as I place a kiss on the hollow of her throat.

Her soft whimper has me practically coming undone already. Without fully releasing her wrists, I lean and open the glove box. Inside is another hidden compartment with some of my equipment I always keep on hand for hunts.

Zip-ties, duct tape, scraps of cloth for a blindfold, and a few knives.

Her head snaps to the side when she hears the glove box open, and her eyes go wide as she slowly looks back at me.

“Noah…”

“Shh. I told you before, Willow. I will never hurt you.”

I lean down and press a firm kiss against her lips. My bottom lip still stings from where she bit me earlier. I can tell she has more of a wild side than she’s letting on. All in good time though. I don’t want to rush her if she’s not ready to accept that part of herself. I felt the way her body shuddered when she tasted my blood. It turned her on even more. I want her to know she can explore anything with me.

“Do you trust me?” I ask as I release her wrists to cup her face.

Her hands stay pinned above her head obediently as she looks deep into my eyes and nods.

“I want to hear you say it, Little Rabbit. Do you trust me?”

“Yes. I trust you, Noah.”

“Good girl.”

I reach into the glove box and grab one of the clean scraps of fabric I just restocked.

“Then lie back and let me take control.”

She stares up at me with a look of desire but also unease. She wants this, she’s just afraid. She said she doesn’t let herself get close to people, and I bet that means intimately as well. She probably hasn’t ever had the chance to explore anything like this with someone. She acts like she wants to be the one in control, but even I know sometimes it’s better to be controlled.

I slowly wrap the fabric around her head blocking out her vision. Her fingers flex above her head and snag my attention. Can’t have her moving now, can we?

I grab the thick zip-ties and use a few to form a makeshift set of handcuffs, then wrap them around her wrists. I can feel her thighs clamp down around my waist. I can see her nipples straining against the fabric, and I can’t wait to bite and tease them.

“You’re doing such a good job, Willow. If you want any of this to stop, I want you to say red. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

This is going to be fun.