Rush

her skin.
    God yes.
    “Yes,” she croaked out.
    “I can’t hear you.”
    “God yes!”
    “Ask me nicely,” he said in a silky voice. “Ask me for what you want, baby.”
    “I want
you
,” she said. “Please, Gabe.”
    “You want me or you want my cock?”
    “Both,” she said in a strangled voice.
    “Good answer,” he murmured, just before he leaned down to brush a kiss across her
     spine.
    His grip tightened around her bound wrists and he plunged forward. She gasped, her
     eyes widening, her mouth remaining open as a silent cry echoed through her head.
    “Damn good answer,” he whispered closer to her ear this time.
    His body covered her, blanketing her, pressing into her tied hands. She twitched,
     bucking upward, unable to help her desperation for more.
    Never would she have imagined having so many orgasms in one night. In just a few hours!
     This was so insanely over-the-top, so out of the realm of even her wildest fantasies
     regarding Gabe that her mind was completely blown.
    Finally he withdrew, dragging his cock through her swollen, slick walls, pulling until
     the very tip of his erection was barely perched at her opening.
    “Gabe, please!”
    She was begging. She sounded hoarse and desperate and she didn’t care. Didn’t care
     if she was breaking the rules, didn’t care ifit earned her a reprimand. God, she even hoped he’d smack her ass again, because anything,
     anything at all at this point would send her hurtling over the edge and into oblivion.
    “Shhh, my baby,” he soothed in that husky sweet voice that could make a woman come
     just by the sound of it. “I’ll take care of you now. Trust me to do that for you.”
    “I trust you, Gabe,” she whispered.
    She turned her face at that moment, just enough that she saw savage satisfaction light
     fire in his eyes. It was as if those simple words had hit him right in the gut. And
     he
liked
them.
    Both hands went to her bound wrists, gripping, restraining them even though she had
     no way of moving them. Using them as a handhold, he began to thrust. Deep, hard,
long
thrusts.
    Her entire body began to shake. Her legs went weak from the strain of holding herself
     up. Her knees dug into the mattress and she could feel herself inching downward, her
     muscles jelly as they spasmed in her impending orgasm.
    Flutters rose deep in her belly, spreading, taking wing and invading her veins. He
     was a drug. Sliding through her body, slow and sweet, intoxicating her with heady,
     blissful pleasure.
    Soft moans rose in the air and she realized they came from her. She was helpless to
     silence them. They came from somewhere deep inside her, a part of her that had been
     locked away until now.
    Then one of his hands left her wrists and tangled in her long hair. He wrapped the
     tresses around his fingers as if he enjoyed the feel of the strands. Then his grip
     tightened and became fiercer. He tugged lightly and then he loosened his hold only
     to delve deeper, closer to her scalp.
    His hand was fisted in her hair, and he pulled until her head was angled so he could
     see her face.
    “Eyes, Mia.”
    The command was sharp, a demand she wasn’t to disobey. Hereyes came open. She could see him in her periphery, and his expression took her breath
     away.
    There was something savage about his features. His eyes glistened as her entire body
     shook with the force of his thrusts. Each time he withdrew, her head came back just
     a little because his hand was wrapped so tightly in her hair.
    It didn’t hurt. Or maybe it did and she was too drunk off pleasure to know the difference.
     She was aroused by the way his hand was twisted up in her hair, how he pulled her
     head back so he could
see
her when she came.
    He wanted her eyes.
    And so she angled her head even further, determined he would see what he wanted, and
     she focused on the beauty that was his face, angular, so very masculine and contorted
     with immense satisfaction. Pleasure. She was giving him that.
    Their gazes locked and held and there was something in his eyes that hit her deep.
     Like a shot to her soul. This is where she was supposed to be. This was where she
     belonged. Right here, in Gabe Hamilton’s bed. At his command and mercy. This is what
     she craved.
    And it was all hers.
    “How close?” Gabe said, his voice strained and edgy.
    She looked at him in confusion.
    He softened his voice. “How close are you to coming, baby?”
    “Oh God, I’m right there,” she panted