Lora_Leigh_Bound_Hearts_2_Submission[1].pdf by Lora Leigh Page B

lying down beside her, wrapping his
    arms around her as he pulled her close. Ella stared up at the dark ceiling, feeling the
    warmth and vitality of his body as he held her. Feeling the hard length of his cock
    against her thigh.
    She breathed out regretfully. “I’ll miss you when you’re gone, James.”
    “Go to sleep, Ella,” he warned, his voice soft yet commanding. “You don’t want to
    push me much further tonight.”
    “But I will, James.” She shook her head, the wistful sadness inside her heart too
    much to bear. “I was used to being alone.”
    Silence met her words. He wasn’t asleep; his body was too tight, too tense for her to
    believe that. His anger thickened the air in the room, though, and she realized she
    didn’t really want him angry. Keeping him angry was to keep him at arm’s length, a
    safe distance from making her body torment her with its needs. But he was close now,
    he had already taken her, more than once, and the little aches in her body proved that.
    “I used to fantasize about you.” She frowned as she thought of the years that had
    passed. “How silly is that, James? That’s when what little satisfaction I had found with
    Jase in all those years was gone. The moment you stepped into that room destroyed it
    all.”
    His cock jerked against her thigh.
    “I warned you, Ella. I won’t warn you again.” She shivered at the dominating tone
    of his voice.
    She turned her head to look at him, seeing only the shadowed impression of his
    form beside her. Her eyes lowered as she wondered what it would be like to see him
    out of control. All that cool purpose burned away. Could she do it? Could she make
    James Wyman, master of women, lose control? Her pussy gushed with the thought. She
    had heard rumors for years. Women talked, and unfortunately she heard the tales. And
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    they talked about James and his cool control, his sexual deliberation. None had broken
    that calm. None had made him lose control.
    She rolled on her side slowly, shivering as she felt him adjust his erection to her
    new position. His body tightened further.
    “Maybe having a boy toy would be nice.” She smoothed her hand up his chest, her
    nails glancing his hard male nipple as she scratched lightly over it.
    He caught her hand, holding it still against his chest as he stared at her through the
    darkness.
    “Do you think I’d make a good toy, Ella?” he asked her, his voice silky, dangerous.
    “It could blow up in your hands, sweetheart. You don’t want to continue on the
    course.”
    She was just tipsy enough to smile. To lean forward and swirl her tongue over the
    sensitive nub of his nipple. She heard his breath catch, felt his body tighten further.
    “Isn’t that the point?” she asked him as she moved lower, her tongue stroking
    down his hard abdomen as the muscles there clenched tightly.
    His hands threaded through her hair, clenching on the strands as she nipped at his
    flesh, trying to halt her movements. Ella couldn’t halt her gasp. The prickling heat in
    her scalp was more exciting then she wanted to admit.
    “Ella.” He spoke her name sharply, a demand, a command to stop, warning her in
    the sheer dangerous throb that lingered in the tone.
    “What, James?” she asked him softly. Her head held still just below his heart, but
    her hands were free. She raked her nails up his thighs, loving the sound of his breath
    catching in his throat.
    “You don’t want me to lose control, Ella,” he warned her softly.
    “Of course I don’t,” she whispered, her teeth nipping at his skin as her nails ran
    alongside his bulging cock.
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    It was exhilarating, exciting. He was breathing harder now, his heart racing beneath
    her ear. She tugged at the grip on her hair, whimpering with the stimulation, that sharp
    flare of pleasure that raced through her body. Her head lowered until her tongue was
    able to reach the flared, hot crown of his cock. He jerked