Bound to Seduction by Elisabeth Naughton

groaning all
over again.
    “ Have to
be inside you, hayaati .” He
moved to her other breast.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Want to feel you come around me.”
    “Oh yes.” She lifted her hips.
    “I want you on your hands and knees,
offering yourself to me.”
    She trembled, groaned, squeezed her knees
against his sides. “Yes, yes, yes.”
    He was too far gone to think. To stop. To
wonder why she was willing to do anything he wanted. He eased away,
flipped her to her stomach. Brushed her hair to one side and
pressed his lips to the nape of her neck.
    She shuddered, moaned. Pulled her knees up
under her and pushed up to her hands. And when she looked back over
her shoulder with nothing but lust in her eyes, the last of his
resistance broke.
    He knelt on the bed behind her. Trailed his
hand down her spine. She closed her eyes, pushed back against him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her upper body back
flush with his. His cock pressed against the cleft of her ass as
she gripped the wrist at her waist to balance herself. He kissed
her ear, nipped at the lobe. Whispered, “Spread your knees.”
    She did as he asked, and he skimmed his free
hand down her stomach, into her curls, then finally brushed his
fingers across her sex.
    He’d given lots of pleasure during his years
in prison, but this was the first time giving pleasure brought
pleasure to him. He felt every wicked burn of desire as he slid his
fingers along her wetness, circled her clit, then dipped lower to
press inside.
    “ You are
so tight, hayaati ,” he
whispered in her ear as he pushed in with one finger, felt her
clamp on tight, then slid out again. She dropped her head back
against his shoulder, moaned, and rocked her hips against his hand.
“Do you like that? Do you like me fucking you like
this?”
    “Yes, yes. God, yes.”
    “Do you want more?”
    She swallowed. Nodded. Gripped his wrist
tighter at her waist.
    “Tell me.”
    “I want all of you, Tariq. I want you inside
me.”
    He closed his mouth over hers, kissed her
deep, then let go. She fell to her hands on the mattress. He moved
in closer, palmed her ass with one hand while he stroked her sex
with the other. When she moaned and pressed back against him, he
wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it toward her sex,
stroking her with the tip until she shuddered.
    Heaven . It was
the only thought he had as he sank into her wetness. As he pulled
out, then pushed in again. Her whole body tightened. She shifted
back to meet his thrusts. Groaned again and again as their coupling
picked up speed.
    He felt himself slipping. Felt his control
loosening. And knew—for the first time ever—what it was like to be
on the other side. To be the one who was tempted, influenced,
driven to do things he wouldn’t otherwise do. A blinding desire to
take her harder, to use her in any way he wanted overwhelmed him.
To disregard her wants and needs in favor of his own. This was what
he did to the humans he granted wishes. This was the way he
corrupted. By giving them a taste of something erotic, then
twisting it until that desire consumed them.
    The realization slammed into him, stole the
air from his lungs. He gasped, pushed away from Mira, tried to slow
his racing pulse as he dropped back to sit on the side of her
bed.
    Mira turned, looked at him with half lust,
half surprise. “Tariq? Is everything okay?”
    No,
everything was most definitely not okay. His chest was strung tight as a drum, his ears were
ringing, and he was pretty sure those were spots firing off behind
his eyes. Not to mention, every soul he’d ever corrupted was
flashing in his brain. “I…I’ll be fine. In a minute.”
    Mira scooted closer. Soft fingers brushed
his bare thigh. “Did I do something wrong?”
    “No, you didn’t do anything. It was me.
I—”
    His
words cut off when he looked at her— really looked at her—and saw her for the first time. So honest. So
real. So unlike any other person he’d ever met.