Chapter 75 - 77
Botan sits up on his elbows, his eyes savouring every bare inch of me as a wolfish grin spreads across his face. I come closer and his torso erects eagerly before I raise a reproachful finger as my eyes sweep over to the chiffon-style long scarf draped over the chair behind my vanity table. I detour to pluck it off as I twist it up like a long, link of rope.
"And what are you going to do with that?"
"Making things even," I say with a suggestive smile.
I motion him back, further up the bed until I can pin his hands over his head and use the thick scarf to bind him to the headboard. "You know, when I did my overseas outreach programs, I worked alongside volunteer doctors. There were times when we were sent to war-torn countries and the doctors had to operate on wounded soldiers—sometimes without any anesthesia. So I got really good at tying down men twice my size."
He flexes, muscles rippling through his body as he tests the restraints.
A languid flick of his gaze as he stares up into my eyes with heated curiosity. "You think this will keep me down?"
I pull hard on the knot, giving it an experimental yank that widens Botan’ eyes. I smile back at him as a provocative finger trails over his body, just achingly out of reach.
"Let’s test it."
He strains slightly as I relish in the unbound need in his eyes from just a flicker of my touch. And so I test how far I can go. I crawl over before I dip down to drop a sweet kiss against his neck, idling down to his collarbone. He sucks in a shearing breath as if my lips are a blaze that fires down his chest, and I only pause to look up at him through my lashes and he bucks against me, chasing my touch, desperate for more as I feed off that want, fueling my own desires as I nip at his sharp hip bone. I take my time to lavish a line of kisses along his pelvis, chords of muscles tensing, a growl rumbles in his chest. I flash a smile as I rise, my skirt pooling around us before I take it off, casting it on the floor before I straddle his groin. His eyes spark with surprise and excitement—and I can feel it—the growing bulge. And I greet it with a grin, rocking my hips against him, earning a curse beneath his breath.
"Fuck." A heavy gasp.
He strains harder against the makeshift restraint pinning hin to the headboard, his heady eyes clouded by one one thing, eyes storming with a want like only I can satiate it. Infused with an exotic confidence as I continue to tease him, rewarding me with heightened moans that are met with my delighted giggle. But just when I think I’m not done—Botan strains—a thundering bang of the headboard against the wall before he breaks free like he was held back by paper. He casts the restraint aside and flips me on my back with one silky move. His wolfish grin sharpens with him between my legs and lowers until his lips are against my inner thigh and a thrill arches me like a bowstring being pull. He removes my underwear with an almost artistic flourish before I bite back a moan as his lips find purchase inside me as he continues to work me into a frenzy. I struggle against a scream that softens into whimpers that drive Botan feral—he groans in response, deep reverberations sending a shockwave through my body. He releases, his head lifting as a surge of fire floods through me, catching him watch me wolfishly.
"But can Landen’s tongue do that?"