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He doesn’t stop. My hips move beneath his hands, searching for more, and this time he follows me instead of holding me still. His mouth finds the rhythm my body is asking for.

The pressure builds slowly, mercilessly, until my thighs begin to shake. I can hear myself breathing. Hear the small broken sounds I make every time his tongue moves over me. Feel the fabric around my wrists whenever instinct tells me to reach down and grab him.

I can’t. All I can do is take it, and somehow that sends me closer.

“Kell.”

His resonance answers. The vibration rolls through me at the same moment his tongue presses exactly where I need it, and the everything tightens until my whole body feels drawn toward one impossible point.

I’m close enough now that I know it. His rhythm doesn’t change.

Thank God. My wrists strain against the ties. My back lifts. The next breath catches.

Then the orgasm starts. Not all at once. It clenches deep inside me, holding me there for one long second before another surge follows.

Pleasure rolls through my body in deep waves while Kell stays exactly where he is, his mouth on me, his hands firm around my thighs. I hear myself say his name and am still saying it when the last shudder moves through me. For several seconds afterward, I can’t do anything except lie here and feel the aftershocks slowly loosen their hold. The restraint is still there at the edges of my awareness, making the last of it feel even more complete. Kell doesn’t rush me. He stays close until my body finally begins to settle.

By the time he finally lifts his head, I’m shaking. I can’t do anything except breathe.

My wrists are still tied above me. My legs feel boneless.

The cool air from the ceiling fan reaches skin that feels overheated everywhere else, and a faint aftershock moves through me when Kell’s hand slides slowly along my inner thigh.

I should feel exposed. Instead I feel absurdly, ridiculously good. Kell moves up beside me.

“You’re smiling,” he says.

“I am not.”

“You are.”

“Don’t ruin it.”

His laugh vibrates warm against my shoulder, and despite myself the smile gets larger. I want to touch him. My wrists pull automatically against the ties, and for one second, I expect the restriction to frustrate me. Instead, another pulse of arousal moves through me.

“Oh.”

Kell raises his head. “What?”

“I think I understand why that loop around your wrist grabbed your attention.”

His resonance deepens. “That’s good.”

“It’s deeply inconvenient.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to have to apologize for laughing.”

“You should.”

I laugh again, and he kisses me until I stop. The laughter disappears under his mouth. This kiss is slower, hungrier, and I’m different inside it now. I know what it feels like to pull against the restraints and have them hold. I know what Kell can do when I stop trying to control every second.

Kell presses close enough that I feel the length of him against my thigh, hard and warm, the soft moss at the base brushing my skin. His resonance is stronger now, no longer the low responsive hum from before. It moves through his torso in uneven pulses while his mouth travels down my neck and back to mine.

He wants me, and the knowledge lands low and deep.

His hand slides beneath my knee, and I open my legs wider for him. Kell shifts from my side and settles between my thighs, bracing one hand beside my shoulder as he moves over me. The weight of him changes the mattress, and I feel the warm ridges of his cock brush against me before he pauses.