Here’s a teaser from Bound to You: Volume 4!
*Please note all teasers are unedited & subject to change.
Firm hands fumble with the zipper of my cocktail dress as they help me slip out of the red Parisian fabric that hugs tightly around my curves. I wait with anticipation as Nicholas slides my dress over my hips, letting it fall around me. His fingers loop beneath the strap of my nude laced bra as he unclasps the back and then tugs each strap off with purpose. Nicholas kneels running his lips across my waist. I bite back a moan as he kisses my inner thigh. My fingers thread through his blonde mane as he runs his tongue over the fabric that shields the slit of my sex. Firm teeth bite the top of my panties as he slides them off with his mouth. Stopping once to tease me with his lips.
“So beautiful,” he says.
I gasp as he takes my sex into his mouth. His grip tightens as he slides his tongue darts in and out of me and then slowly slides his tongue across my clit. Warmth fills me as he takes me into his mouth and sucks. He’s unrelenting even as I scream in pleasure. My breath grows ragged as the sensation scorches my skin filling me with an all-consuming desire.
“I love to see your cheeks flush.”
I laugh. “Keep touching me like that you’re going to see more than just my cheeks flush.”
“Oh don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you cum in my mouth and wrapped around me.”
Nicholas silently pushes me back against the satin bed behind me. He slowly loosens the tie around his neck and then flings it across the room. My sex tightens as primal gaze washes over me. Anticipation builds as he slowly begins to undress taking an article of clothing off one by one. It isn’t until Nicholas is standing in just his boxers that I swallow the lump of desire building in my throat. Fuck. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want his cock inside me. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. Twice we almost had sex while getting lost in Paris trying to find our way to The Louvre.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were staring at my cock.”
I laugh. Somehow, he always manages to make me feel like we’re meeting for the first time all over again. My stomach fills with butterflies as a sexy slow grin appears across his face. Goddamn, this man is beautiful. I’ve managed to convince myself that he must be crazy to want to be with me. I never thought I would fall in love with a playboy heir to a billion dollar publishing company, but here I am. Here we are. Living in a Parisian hotel, drinking champagne every night, and visiting sites I’ve only ever dreamt of.
Nicholas’s mouth collides against my sex again sending all other thoughts flying out the window. He captures my clit in his mouth and nibbles on it. He takes his time lapping up the wetness that grows between the slit of my sex.
My fingers grasp for him as he wedges my legs open sending a streak of desire running up my thighs. A low growl escapes his lips as he plunges two fingers inside of me. I gasp for air and my skin flushes with heat at his touch. His assault begins at a torturously slow pace but quickly builds to a needy dance.
“Say it, baby,” he commands.
A gasp escapes me as his fingers plunge in and out of me. His touch leaves me feverish for more.
“Nick, fuck me.”