Iron Dominance by Cari Silverwood Page A

been secluded, but here, they were alone in a closed room. No one was going to walk in on them. She already knew she had trouble saying no to this man. The beats at her temples thudded louder.
    Wanting to see where this would lead, yet afraid to, she went to lean away, only to find his hand cradling the back of her head, holding her there. His grip tightened, and he kissed her, delicately as a butterfly landing on a flower at first, then pressing closer. He explored her mouth, caressing every part of it with tongue and lips. She answered with her own lips as if it were some deadly duel with weapons, until something, his thumb perhaps, circled her nipple through the silk. The myriad of blossoming pleasures, the ache in her loins, and the taste of his tongue—together these crumbled her defenses to nothing. She lay there, barely able to respond, feeling herself slide down the couch until she lay beneath him, moaning and holding on to the solid muscles of his upper arms as if they were the only thing that could stop her drowning under the onslaught.

Chapter Eight

    “Claire?”
    She opened one eye to find Theo looking down at her. Panting and unable to find a single word for her tongue to use, she lay there under him, held down by his heavy body. He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. This was like being in a cocoon. His thigh pressed in, spreading her legs. One of his arms nestled beneath her; the other was… Oh . She shut her eyes again. His other hand he’d inched under her top and run smooth and warm across her stomach. Fingers cupped her breast, then brushed over her nipple. When something hard rubbed along her mound, she couldn’t stop herself from straining upward until her bottom lifted off the couch. She wanted more of that feeling.
    “You like that.” He smiled and kept his thumb playing with her nipple. “And I thought you’d be too sore to do anything more than kiss.”
    Find some words, Claire . “I heal fast.” There were aches, but none worth cataloging. “This is more than kissing.”
    “A little more. Do you want me to stop? From what I’ve been told, you should be bruised in half a dozen places.”
    “No. Don’t stop.” Ah, if he stopped now, she’d surely die. “But…I’ve never had sex.” She waited, nervous, a bit afraid of what he might say.
    “You haven’t? You’re a virgin?” Theo chuckled. “But then, I don’t plan on having sex with you. I want to make love to you.” Leaning in closer, he licked her earlobe and murmured, “I want to use you all up until you’re limp. I want you on your knees begging me to lick you and fuck you. Most of all, I want to restrain your beautiful body with ropes, pin you to my wall, and do whatever I want to you.”
    Ropes? No . Though the rest—
    Held dumbstruck by a mix of excitement and fear she’d not known before, she stared back, mouth parted. An image came to her, of Theo standing over her, using his hands on her body, and more—those diagrams of sexual positions made real and multiplied by a thousand. Oh, yes, she remembered them, and how she’d experimented with her own fingers.
    But, being tied up with rope—she shuddered, remembering that winter’s day, three years ago. Being tied to a chair had been sinfully enjoyable…until Inkline got involved. She could handle most things but not that.
    “What are you thinking, Claire? I’ve scared you, have I?” He sighed. “Say something. I’ll go as slow as you want me to. Go only as far as you want to go.”
    She wriggled under him, a little desperately.
    “I think maybe—”
    His hand—she’d not been following what he did—his hand slipped beneath the untied waistband of her pants and between her legs. His finger slid along, around her aroused clitoris where it poked up, then farther, finding the wet lips of her vulva. He kissed her again, moving his tongue inside her mouth. She forgot her words—couldn’t think and feel this at the same time.
    “Where else can I