She was oversensitive, raw, her body thrumming with too much sensation, and yet she found herself climbing again, her hips meeting his thrusts as much as the restraints would allow.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice dark with approval. "Again."
She came a second time, then a third, each orgasm crashing into the next until she lost count.
Her voice grew hoarse from screaming his name, from the broken, desperate sounds she couldn't seem to stop making.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all.
He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss, swallowing her cries as he drove into her one final time.
She felt him thicken inside her, felt his rhythm falter, and then he was coming too, groaning against her lips as he spilled hot and deep within her.
They stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together, breathing hard. The party continued its distant pulse beyond the walls. The amber light flickered over their sweat-slicked skin.
He pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her mascara was smeared. Her lipstick was gone.
Her hair was a wild tangle across the leather. She looked thoroughly, gloriously wrecked.
She managed a weak, satisfied smile. But she was not done yet…
The amber light caught the sheen of sweat across Marguax's chest as her breathing slowly steadied.
Her wrists remained locked in the cuffs above her head, the spreader bar still holding her legs apart, leaving her utterly exposed.
Carter's release trickled from between her thighs, a warm, wet reminder of what they'd just shared. She didn't want to move. Didn't want this to end.
Carter stood at the edge of the chaise, his trousers still unfastened, his chest rising and falling with residual exertion.
His eyes traced over her, flushed skin, disheveled blouse bunched beneath her breasts, the pastel pink skirt twisted around her waist.
The fabric of her white blouse clung to her damp skin, nearly transparent now.
Her lips parted. The ache between her legs hadn't subsided. If anything, the rawness only sharpened her need.
The rough possession had shattered something in her, but left a different hunger gnawing at her insides, one that demanded a different kind of attention.
"Carter." Her voice came out hoarse, wrecked from crying out.
He tilted his head slightly, waiting.
"I want more." The words tumbled out before she could second-guess them. Her cheeks burned with something deeper than exertion. "I want—"
She swallowed, her throat working around the admission. Her thighs trembled against the spreader bar, her body betraying her even as she struggled to articulate the craving building inside her.
"Tell me." His voice was low, controlled, though she could see the way his hands flexed at his sides. He wasn't as composed as he wanted her to believe.
"I want your mouth." The confession hung between them, thick and vulnerable in the sandalwood-scented air. "Not your hands. Not—" She pulled against the cuffs, the metal clinking softly. "I want you to taste me."
"To eat me like I was your dessert."
Carter's jaw tightened. His gaze dropped to where she lay spread before him, her slick folds glistening in the amber light, their combined fluids painting her inner thighs.
He didn't move immediately, and the pause stretched until her chest ached with the weight of it.
"Please." The word scraped out of her, desperate and unguarded. "Please taste me. I want your tongue inside me. I want—I need to feel you there."
He moved then, sinking to his knees at the foot of the chaise. The leather creaked beneath his weight. His hands found her thighs, strong and warm, spreading her even wider apart as he positioned himself between her legs. The scratch of his wool trousers against her bare skin sent a shiver racing up her spine.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She lifted her head from the chaise, meeting his eyes. The raw intensity in them made her stomach clench with renewed arousal.
"Hold that gaze."
He leaned forward, and his breath ghosted over her swollen flesh. She jerked at the sensation, a whimper escaping her lips. Her fingers curled into fists above her head, the cuffs biting into her wrists.
The first stroke of his tongue was slow, deliberate, a long, flat press from her entrance to the bundle of nerves at her apex.
She cried out, her back arching off the leather, her hips straining toward him of their own accord.
"Christ, you're dripping," he murmured against her flesh. The vibration of his voice sent another wave of heat pooling in her core.
He traced another path upward, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. Of them. His own release coated his tongue, salty and bitter, mingling with the sweet musk of her arousal. He didn't hesitate, didn't pull away, instead, he pressed deeper, his lips sealing over her opening as his tongue dipped inside.
"Oh god—" The words tore from her throat, ragged and broken. Her head fell back, but she forced herself to keep watching, to hold his gaze as he'd commanded.
The sight of him between her legs, his dark hair tousled, his eyes locked on hers, nearly undid her right there.
His tongue worked her with deliberate skill, curling and thrusting, lapping at the mess he'd left inside her.
Each stroke sent sparks dancing across her vision. Her thighs shook violently against the spreader bar, muscles straining with the effort of not snapping shut around his head.
"More," she begged, her voice barely recognizable. "Please—I need—"
He shifted, one hand leaving her thigh to press two fingers against her entrance. They slid in easily, her body still slick and stretched from earlier, and he crooked them upward as his tongue found her clit.
The dual sensation made her scream, a raw, animal sound that echoed off the dark walls.
His fingers moved in tandem with his mouth, pumping rhythmically while his tongue circled and flicked.
He sucked the sensitive bud between his lips, applying pressure that made her vision blur at the edges.
"Right there—don't stop—please don't stop—"
The pressure built inside her, coiling tighter with each pass of his tongue. Her thighs clamped around his head as best they could, the spreader bar limiting her movement but not her desperation.
The metal links of the cuffs rattled as she pulled against them, her whole body straining toward release.
He growled against her flesh, the sound vibrating through her core, and doubled his efforts. His fingers curled harder, finding that spot inside her that made stars explode across her vision.
Her orgasm crashed through her without warning, a violent, shattering wave that tore a scream from her throat.
Her body convulsed, her spine bowing off the chaise, every muscle seizing as pleasure ripped through her in pulsing waves.
He didn't stop. His tongue worked her through it, lapping at the fresh rush of wetness that spilled from her, prolonging the sensation until her cries turned to whimpers.
"Too much—I can't—"
He lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with evidence of her release. His fingers remained inside her, moving slowly now, drawing out the aftershocks.
She trembled around him, her breath coming in broken gasps, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
"Beautiful," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of her trembling thigh. "Again."
His mouth returned to her oversensitive flesh, and she sobbed, a broken, overwhelmed sound that was half protest, half desperate need.
Her body had no choice but to respond, climbing toward another peak even as the first still rippled through her.
"Have me," she whispered into the amber-lit air, her voice cracking. "I'm yours. Take everything."
His tongue traced lazy circles around her clit as his fingers resumed their rhythm. The pressure began building again, slower this time but no less devastating.
She was falling apart beneath him, every nerve ending raw and exposed, every thought scattered to the wind.