Page 78 of Stay Wild Darlin’

I swallowed hard.

“Give me a safe word,” he said.

“Spurs,” I blurted, too fast.

There was a pause, then a low, amused chuckle that rumbled through the room like thunder. “Spurs, huh?”

I smiled, flushed and panting.

Rough rope trailed down my spine. He dragged it along my bare skin, letting the fibers kiss every vertebra, acquainting my body with the sensation.

“Tell me you trust me?”

“I trust you,” I whispered.

The rope slid lower, over the curve of my back, brushing the top of my ass. He grabbed both my wrists in one strong hand, his palm hot.

“I have this thing. I like the feel of rope in my hand. I like when it bites a little. I like the challenge of holding on when something fights me every second of the way. Something strong. Something stubborn. Something like you.”

My breath caught, heat flashing through my entire body.

“Tie me up, cowboy,” I moaned, arching slightly, presenting myself like an offering laid out at an altar.

He groaned, the sound of pure, primal need, and wrapped the rope around my wrists, moving with precision. He wasn’t fumbling or playing at dominance. He knew this. Each knot pulled snug. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in, breathing me in like I was the fucking sunrise after a long, dark ride.

“You look so goddamn pretty like this. Tied up. Waitin’ to be used.”

I whimpered, needing more.

“You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, darlin’,” he murmured behind me. “Kneelin’ there all pretty, hands tied like a gift. You know what that does to me?”

I moaned, thighs trembling, aching to feel him.

“Fuckin’ perfect. So obedient.” He ran a hand down the center of my back and shifted behind me.

The thick head of his cock pressed right up against my entrance, and he rocked forward, coating himself with my arousal.

“I’m on birth control, and I got tested before I moved out here, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“I also got tested and haven’t been with anyone since you moved in.” A beat passed before he glanced back at me over his shoulder. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

There was no pause.

He thrust into me.

I screamed—more from surprise than pain—as he bottomed out in one hard, ruthless thrust, not giving me a second to breathe, not letting me ease into the stretch. Just full, all at once, his cock buried so deep I saw white behind my eyelids.

The rope pulled tight against my wrists as he yanked it. With his other hand, he gripped my hip, holding me in place.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight—grippin’ me like you don’t wanna let go.”

He pulled back and slammed in again, the force of it making the rope bite into my skin as my body rocked forward.

“Buck for me,” he growled. “I’m ridin’ for that fuckin’ gold buckle. Buck, darlin’. Fuck me.”

I pushed back against him, thighs burning, wrists straining, and back arching.