Hellbound Heart

"Real. Hard… Izabelle."

Those last three words had Elle's heart hammering itself into frenzy within her ribcage. Her throat ran dry as an inexplicable tremor ran powerfully through her. The feel of her slightly damp hair being fisted by him felt… it felt…

"And that isn't something you can handle no matter how you brave yourself." He continued. His voice remained low, but she could almost taste the warning in them. "So, I would give you another reminder again. Do. Not… Touch me."

Fighting back hard the urge to gulp down in fear, Elle lifted her hands a little, bringing them together before her as she mustered up a smile.

"I see… then, I think it's better if you tie my hands. Better to be safe than sorry, right?" she said, trying to calm her now chaotic heart.

Sebastian's grip in her hair loosened and she relaxed a little. Still, she dared not breathe out in relief. Not yet, at least.

"Best to avoid any accidents from happening." She flashed a quick forced smile as she waited for him to tie her hands. "I'm afraid I might momentarily forget. You know… in the heat of the moment…"

He finally looked away from her eyes and stared down at her hands. She watched as a slow smile tugged at his lips. And with just that, the dark tension seemed to quickly evaporate between them.

"Smart little wench, aren't you?" He uttered under his breath, as he fully let go of her hair and removed his robe's tie.

Elle kept her gaze firmly trained on his face, not daring to look down. Not even a single inch. She had not seen him naked yet. That night, she had been too scared and desperate that she did not even allow herself to get more than a blurry glance at his naked body when he had climbed of the bed to face her father. But then… what was the use of her not daring to look?

Swiftly, he started tying her hands together. She then dragged her gaze down and saw his robe had fallen open, baring quite an expanse of skin to her wandering eyes. Ink black tattoos welcomed her eyes. Were those images of… fire?

Her eyes trailed curiously over the tattoos, travelling downwards, until her gaze stopped at his navel. He was wearing a dark grey boxer brief.

"Now princess," his voice almost jolted her out her own skin and her face reddened as she guiltily returned her gaze back to his face. He sat next to her and in a swift move he had her sitting rather primly on his lap, facing away from him. "Let's get started, shall we?" He whispered provocatively in her ear before blowing gently into it, sending shivers running helplessly through her.

It was then she realized that her hands were already secured together. She could not help but be amazed at how fast and perfect he had gotten it done. She tested and tried to break free from it but could not even get it to loosen up the slightest. Oh dear, this man really was an expert in this! To think this was not even a heavy-duty rope but just a robe's tie!

His scorching hands cupped her jaw and pinned her against him. The touch of their bodies against each other's, skin to skin, had her gasping breathlessly a little.

"Just lean on me and relax, Izabelle," he whispered as he gathered her fiery red hair and spilled it over her left shoulder. "I'll take care of the rest."

Elle never expected to hear those words coming from him. She had never thought he would say such an intimate and gentle line to her. And now she could not help but be alarmed because that line just turned her on damned hard. She could feel her heart racing as her cheeks warmed up from his words alone.

She felt his lips on her shoulder as his hands moved from her waist, caressing her skin until he reached her breasts. The moment he squeezed her there, a silent gasp escaped her mouth. Oh dear…

"Your breasts are so soft yet pliable to the touch, my lovely wench." He whispered huskily as he continued massaging her breasts.

Sweat started to break out on her temples and forehead. And when he rolled her nipples between his pointer and his thumb, another gasp was torn from her lips as her whole frame trembled within his hold. Her eyes squeezed shut as she could not help but drop her head back on his shoulder – solid and hot as hell. "Yes, just like that my princess. Relax and just let me prep you until you're ready for me."

This was not what she was expecting. At all!! Oh, good lord. He was not supposed to whisper these sweet words with his erotic and deep voice while touching her with burning strokes like this. He was not supposed to… Wait, what was he not supposed to do? Elle could feel herself spinning out of control as her mind somehow just could not make sense of things.

Another twist on her nipples had her letting out a sharp sound. A sound she could not believe had originated from her own lips.

"Shh, princess…" came his vibrating whisper as his one hand clasped around her throat, tightening its hold on her slightly. It was a secure grasp but not one that caused fear or doubt. "I need you to be quiet, my little wench. If you don't, I will be forced to bring you somewhere dark tonight and you wouldn't want that to happen."

His warning caused Elle to bite down on her lower lip. She did not want them to move anywhere else. Especially to that place that he had made it sound so dangerous for her. She wanted to be here, where he was gentle. Here, where his family were around in the same place. That way, he would still be able to hold back and not go all out on her.

"That's my lovely princess," he praised when he pinched the other nipple, yet no more sharp sounds came out of her. "I just love how obedient you are right now…" he murmured into her ear as she bit down harder, holding back any sounds from escaping her mouth.

He trailed his tongue from the spot just below her ear, down to the dip in her shoulder. His tongue was so hot. Like liquid fire that was threatening to burn her whole.

She could feel powerful muscles bunching and tightening under her ass and thighs as he continued touching her everywhere, except below her waist. She wanted him to touch her more, in there. But he only took his time and played with her breasts with ruthless and delicious patience.