Declan kept her wrists pinned with one of his hands and released her with the other. She’d been expecting a passionate and fast taking like last night; instead, his fingers skimmed down her cheek to her chin and brushed against the front of her shirt.
Eager to feel his hands on her, she squirmed in the chair, but he didn’t touch her as he slowly unbuttoned the navy shirt she’d borrowed from Gretchen after escaping the attic. Willow followed his movements as he made his way steadily lower. When he freed the last button, he pulled apart the sides and leaned back to gaze at her.
One of her breasts still bore the bite mark he’d left on it last night. His hand rose toward it, but he didn’t touch her as his finger traced the air over the bite mark. Willow held her breath as she waited for him to caress her. However, his hand remained so close yet so far away in a frustrating manner that left her breathless for more while she resisted kicking him.
Why didn’t he touch her? She was desperate to feel his hands on her, desperate for him to put her out of this misery.
“You have a truly delectable body,” he murmured.
“Then why aren’t you touching it?”
The smile he gave her only increased her kicking urge.
“Because there is pleasure in the waiting,” he said.
She completely disagreed, but there was something so erotic about this that she was curious to see what else he would do. No matter how starved she was for his touch, a part of her didn’t want this to end. She’d never experienced anything like it before.
“I’m going to let go of your wrists, but don’t lower your hands,” he said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
To her dismay, he released her and walked away. When she heard him rustling through some of Cheryl’s craft drawers, she almost turned to see what he was doing but refrained, because she was more curious about what was coming next and didn’t want to spoil it.
When Declan returned, he held a couple pieces of black cloth in his hands. They dangled from his fingers as he held them up for her to inspect.
“Will you let me bind your hands?” he asked.
“Yes.” Willow was a little surprised by the ease with which the word slipped free.
Declan smiled as he wrapped one of them around her wrists and pulled her hands up the back of the chair until her fingers were in the air. He tied the other end of the cloth around one of the legs.
“Does that feel okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Declan held up the other piece of cloth, and leaning over her, he wrapped the velvety material around her head, covering her eyes. With tender care, he tied it behind her head. Willow bit her lip as unease rose in her belly; she’d never been this vulnerable to someone before. She trusted him, but it was still a little unnerving to be exposed in such a way.
Willow’s uncertainty and excitement beat against him as he knelt to untie her boots. After centuries of honing his control, he would keep himself restrained from easing the desire she emanated by taking her now.
Instead, he set one boot down and pulled off her sock before turning his attention to the other boot. Next, he undid the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down.
He breathed in the scent of her arousal as she lifted her hips so he could tug the jeans down her legs before tossing them aside. Leaning back on his heels, he savored the sight of her. Mostly naked, she was beautiful in a way few others were as her beauty radiated from the inside out.
Resting his hands on the inside of her knees, he pushed her thighs apart to expose her sex to him. Her chest rose and fell a little faster as her scent permeated the air. When his fingers skimmed the inside of her thighs, she whimpered. He stilled his hands before her dark blonde curls; she lifted her hips toward him.
“When you were fucking yourself while thinking of me, was I doing this?” he asked as his finger grazed her wet center.
“Yes,” she breathed. “But more.”
“Like this?” he asked as he slid the tip of his finger into her.
Willow bit back another whimper as he teased her. She craved more, but he didn’t give it to her. She hadn’t believed it was possible to ache this bad for another, and she hated and loved this torment.
Desperate to find some release, she tugged at her binding, but the knots held firm. She could break the chair apart. She dismissed the idea as soon as it entered her mind. Yes, she’d love to break free, to touch him, and hold him, but she had to see where this would go.
Not being able to see him made the anticipation worse; she had no idea what he was going to do next or where he would touch her. Being unable to see heightened all her other senses as his touch made her skin come alive, his scent filled the room, and his heartbeat pounded in her ears. He was as aroused as she was, which meant she wasn’t the only one suffering.
“Or was I doing this?” he asked.
His stubble-roughened cheeks grazed her inner thighs a second before his tongue stroked her clit. She nearly came out of the chair. “That! You were doing that!”
Declan chuckled as he pushed her thighs further apart. The sweet taste of her seared itself onto his tongue, and he delved deeper into her honeyed recesses. He couldn’t get enough of her as his hands slid under her ass and he pulled her toward him.
Willow’s binds pulled tight when he dragged her ass to the edge of the chair and tongue fucked her until she was on the verge of screaming. He stoked her need into a fiery crescendo that threatened to consume her.
Willow’s desire slipped inside him until he couldn’t tell which of them was hungrier for release, and he couldn’t tell where she began and he ended. She was a part of him, and she was sliding deeper and deeper into him as her excitement built.
Before, he’d always fought against the emotions when they tried to take him over, but he didn’t resist as they guided him. When he moved his tongue this way and rubbed her clit with his finger, he felt her enjoyment. And when he did this….
She arched off the chair and thrust her hips toward him as she came with a cry that she muffled by biting her bottom lip. The scent of her blood and her release almost sent him into a frenzy, but when she collapsed onto the chair, he gripped her thighs and took a steadying breath.
After releasing his hold on her, he untied his boots as he stared out the window to make sure the street remained clear. He didn’t see anything out there. Unbuttoning his pants, Declan kicked off his boots before removing his socks and jeans.
His hands hesitated on the bottom of his shirt before he pulled it off; the blindfold kept her from seeing him, and her hands were tied. She couldn’t touch or see him, and he craved feeling her skin against his. Glancing down, a ripple of shock ran through him when he realized the scars on his chest had faded.
It’s from her blood, he realized. They may never go away completely, but she’s helped me heal further.
A lump formed in his throat as he lifted his head to gaze at her. This time, the emotion running through him was all his, and the wealth of caring in it was something he’d never experienced before. This beautiful, warrior woman was his, and he was falling in love with her.
He stood and gazed at her as sweat dotted her forehead, and a bead of it slid between her alluring breasts. He tracked the movement, and unable to resist, bent to follow its path with his tongue. Willow shivered as her breathing gradually returned to normal.
“I’m not done with you,” he murmured before nipping her earlobe.
“Good.”
Walking around the back of the chair, he undid the knot and freed her hands. Keeping hold of the fabric, he returned to standing in front of her and gently tugged her up from the chair.
Willow realized his shirt was off when her bare skin connected with his chest. She rested her fingers on the chiseled flesh of his abdomen, but he pulled her hands up before she could explore further. She almost stomped her foot, but her frustration vanished when his lips brushed hers and he backed her up until a cool wall pressed against her back.
Releasing his grip on the fabric, Declan clasped her ass and lifted her until her legs encircled his waist. Before her hands could settle on his shoulders, he reclaimed them and kissed them before lifting them to pin them against the wall.
He sensed her irritation over not being able to touch him, but he’d revealed enough of his past today; he wasn’t ready to discuss the worst part with her. Inevitably, she would one day see the scars, but it wouldn’t be today. There had been enough sadness today, and he wanted to forget it all as he reveled in the joy of her.
Keeping hold of her wrists, he ran the tail end of the fabric over her collarbone and down to dip teasingly between her breasts. He followed each of the movements with his lips as Willow lifted her hips until the head of his dick teased her entrance. One day, he would draw this out for hours, but they didn’t have all the time in the world in this place.
Willow sighed as he settled deeper inside her. She expected him to start thrusting into her; he had to be dying for release, but his hips moved slowly as she worked his cock while he continued to leisurely tease her with his mouth, hands, and the fabric.
The sensation of his flesh against hers, the hardness of his body, and the heat of him burned into her until she was sure all her cells memorized the feel of him. She was desperate to explore more of him, but this was more than she got to experience last night.
She reveled in every second of his deliberate movements even as they nearly drove her mad. This man, with his amazing hands, tormented eyes, and the patience of a saint, was nothing she ever expected to find and everything she never realized she was missing. She hadn’t been looking for her mate; she certainly hadn’t expected to discover him in a member of the Alliance, but he was everything she wanted and more.
When his fangs pierced her throat, she lowered her head to his shoulder and bit him. His blood filled her mouth as she came with a muffled cry.
At the last second, Declan pulled out of her and spilled his seed against her stomach.