CHAPTER 7B
Slowly, his lips dragged away from her throat, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Then he looked at her.
His eyes—dark, wild, and burning with something she didn’t dare name—locked onto hers, holding her completely still.
She felt stripped bare under that gaze, seen in a way that was both terrifying and electric.
“Touch me,” he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel and smoke, curling around her spine and dragging shivers through every inch of her.
“I need to feel your hands on me. I need to know that this is real.”
The request was simple—just a few words—but it sliced clean through the fog of her hesitation, lighting something deep and dangerous inside her.
She shook her head, more to convince herself than him.
“No… I mean, I can only touch you when I’m doing tests,” she murmured, her voice strained and unsteady, barely louder than a breath.
“I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be doing this.”
Her body said otherwise—frozen in place, trembling with the war between reason and want.
“Touch me,” he said again, firmer this time, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.
“I need this. I need you.”
She licked her lips, a nervous habit, but this time it felt different—charged, deliberate.
Almost without realising it, her hand moved on its own, driven by something deeper than thought.
Her fingers curled around him through the fabric of his pants, feeling the heat of him, the hardness that pulsed beneath her touch.
Her breath caught. It was reckless. It was wrong. But in that moment—it was the only thing she could do.
“Why am I not in control here? I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, her voice rough, barely more than a breath.
He tilted his head slightly, the chains creaking as his muscles flexed beneath them, eyes locked onto hers with a hunger that made her knees threaten to buckle.
“You will never be in control,” he said, voice low and dark, like a secret meant only for her.
“Not with me. I want you to touch me, to feel me, to know that I’m real. That this is real.”
A startling heat pooled low in her belly.
With mortifying awareness, she realised that her own body had responded to his touch.
A dampness spread between her thighs, soaking through her clothing, a traitorous betrayal of her inner turmoil. She could feel the wetness, the heat, the ache, and it was almost too much to bear.
Aria's hand moved tentatively at first, but as she felt his body respond, her strokes became more confident, more insistent.
She matched his rhythm, her hand moving in tandem with his hips, her body responding to his even as her mind reeled.
He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly against her touch.
“So fucking good. Don’t stop. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
His hips began to move with a purpose, a rhythmic, deliberate thrusting that was restricted by the chains but no less powerful for it.
The metal links clanked and rattled with each forward motion, a harsh, erotic symphony that filled the room.
“You’re so hard,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe and desire.
He grunted in response, his body tensing as he neared his release.
“Your touch is incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it. You’re driving me wild. I can’t get enough of you.”
His hips rolled and thrust, each movement designed to maximise the friction, to heighten the pleasure.
The chains bit into his wrists, leaving red marks on his skin, but he seemed not to notice, his entire focus on the primal rhythm of his body, on the chase for release.
Aria could see the strain in his body, the way his muscles flexed and rippled with effort, the veins in his neck and arms standing out in stark relief.
The room was filled with the sound of their shared breaths, the clanking of chains, and the wet, obscene sounds of his body moving against the air.
“Ahhh,” he grunted, his body tensing as he neared his release.
“I’m so close, Aria. You feel so fucking good. So perfect.”
His tongue emerged, wet and warm, trailing long, possessive strokes up and down the vulnerable expanse of her throat.
Aria's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back to give him better access. She was paralysed between fear and unexpected arousal, her body surrendering to his touch as he used her hand for his pleasure.
A startling heat pooled low in her belly, a dampness spreading between her thighs that soaked through her clothing.
Aria's cheeks flushed with mortification as she realised her own body had responded, her traitorous flesh betraying her inner turmoil.
She whimpered, a soft sound of need that was swallowed by his hungry mouth as he continued to devour her neck.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his body tensing as he neared his release.
“You feel so good. So fucking perfect. I can’t hold back any longer.”
Aria's hand moved faster, her strokes more insistent as she chased his orgasm, desperate to feel him lose control.
His body shuddered against hers, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he clung to her, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice a low growl.
“So fucking close. Don’t stop. I’m right there. Just a little more.”
Aria obeyed, her hand moving in a blur as she brought him to the edge. With several final, powerful thrusts, his body convulsed, his warm seed spilling over her fingers as he cried out his release.
“Aria! Fuck!” he shouted, his body wracked with the force of his orgasm.
“That was... incredible.”
Aria watched in awe as he shuddered against her, his body wracked with the force of his orgasm.
As his breathing began to slow, he pulled back, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that stole her breath.
The chains that bound him rattled softly as he shifted, the metal links glinting in the dim light.
Aria looked down at her hand, still glistening with his release, a mix of awe and embarrassment washing over her.
He followed her gaze, his eyes darkening with a hunger that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her veins.
“Show me,” he commanded, his voice a low, husky growl that left no room for argument.
Aria hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat of anticipation.
Leaning forward as far as his chains allowed, he captured her hand in his mouth, his tongue snaking out to lick her fingers clean.
His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze holding her captive, drowning her in a sea of desire.
Aria's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her body trembling with the force of her own unspent need.
The wet, warm sensation of his tongue against her skin was exquisite, a torment that left her aching for more.
He took his time, his tongue swirling and tasting, ensuring that every last drop was licked from her fingers.
Aria's breath hitched, her body responding to the intimate act, her nipples hardening, her core throbbing with a desperate, insistent ache.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening, Aria's hand felt empty, bereft of his touch.
She looked down at her hand, then back up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal.
He smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips that promised dark, delicious things.
“That was just the beginning,” he replied, his voice a low, seductive purr.
“I want more. I want all of you. I want to explore every inch of your body, to taste you, to feel you come undone beneath me. I want to hear you scream my name as I make you mine.”
Aria's body responded to his words, a fresh wave of heat flooding her veins, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She knew she should leave, knew she should put some distance between them, but her feet felt rooted to the spot.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice a soft, breathless whisper.
He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
“Everything. I want everything you have to give. Your body, your mind, your soul. I want to possess you, to own you, to make you mine in every way possible. I want to hear you beg for me, to see you fall apart in my arms. I want to be your everything, just as you are becoming mine.”