Assassin's Kiss by Kate Monroe

them both. His breath grew shallow when their eyes locked, and despite the fact that she was bound to the chair with nothing to touch her bare skin but the wood she sat upon, she sensed her own arousal begin to spiral rapidly out of control.
    As the assassin’s face contorted and his fist tightened around his cock, Esther arched against the chair and began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, deliberately mimicking all they knew was soon to come. He cursed under his breath, clearly losing his hold on his self-control as he moved so close to her that he straddled her parted thighs, his cock now mere inches away from her breasts. She yearned to reach out and touch him, to send him hurtling towards the same explosive climax he had given her last night – but it seemed he was in no need of her help.
    For a moment she sensed a torrent of unspoken words hovering on his lips, but then a loud groan flew from them instead and he jerked his head from side to side. She cried out, urging him on without words as she saw him tense in front of her, and the desperation she could not even try to conceal sent him flying over the edge.
    With one more frenzied curse, he thrust his hips towards her breasts and let his orgasm erupt, leaving her transfixed and breathless as he spilled his seed all over her breasts, the sound of her name the only coherent one amongst the harsh groans that accompanied his release. Thrilling in the effect she had upon him, she yearned both to touch him and call out his name in return, but she could do neither of those things. All she could do with stare up at him, willing him without words to take the kiss she craved – and the moment his powerful climax began to recede, without warning he seized hold of her head and let his mouth slam down onto hers.
    Esther eagerly matched the furious passion with which the assassin was kissing her, but his mouth assaulted hers for no more than a few moments before he pulled back to look into her wide eyes, his hands still tight around her face even he roughly spoke.
    “Now that is out of the way, sweetheart, I hope I shall be able to find some shred of control once more when I carry you off to my bed. Before that, though...”
    She shuddered, barely able even to find the composure to answer him. “What?”
    “Well, I seem to recall promising you a taste of the same delight I just experienced whilst I have you bound and so deliciously helpless.”
    The dark, menacing spark in his eyes should have terrified her, but nothing had ever felt as right as surrendering to him. Her pulse quickened, and she bit down on her lower lip as he slowly let loose of her face only to transfer his mouth to the side of her throat. Gently tugging the soft skin he found there to brand her with the mark of his kiss, he lingered there until she gave up a desperate cry, laden with lust and a longing that only he could fulfil.
    “Patience, Esther,” the assassin breathed, the scent of him so near to her driving her crazy, the feel of his breath on her bare skin sending a rush of damp heat to her cunt. “It will come, I promise, but first I want to revel in your surrender. You cannot and will not stop me now, and perhaps now you realise just how aroused that makes me!”
    His hand snaked across to brush against Esther’s cum-covered breasts, grazing against each painfully taut nipple in turn as she began to fight for breath, overwhelmed by the dizzying heights her arousal was soaring towards. Still groping at her breasts with one hand, he eased himself down to kneel before her again and slowly ran his tongue over his lips just as she had before him, then gently wiped her breasts clean with his shirt before he trailed a line of torturously delicate kisses across the top of them.
    Glorious though it was, she needed far more from him, and after denying herself all night she could do so no longer. It had been torture sleeping beside him and taking no more of what he had to offer, but now there could be