Bound for Nirvana: (The Bound Trilogy Book 3) by Kendra Leigh Read Free Book Online Page B

you must close your eyes and promise not to open them.”
    I was exhausted and frankly not sure if my body could endure more sensation tests. “E, I’m not—”
    “Please,” he interrupted. “Just humor me for one more minute. If you respond the way I’m hoping you will, the results will be rewarding.”
    Christ, if they are as rewarding as a moment ago, I feared he might actually tear me in two. “Okay.” I sighed. “Just one more minute.” I closed my eyes.
    “Remember, don’t open your eyes. Focus on what you’ve learned. When you’ve applied reason and you’re certain about what you feel, you can open them.”
    I nodded.
    Lifting me gently by the hips, he slid out of me. I expected him to move from behind me, but instead he nestled me between his legs, then shifted gently to the side, like he was leaning over to reach for something underneath the chaise.
    Suddenly, the soothing tones of the choir faded and the emotive timbre of another tune began to beat into the room. Rihanna.
    Sensing his arms surround me, I felt a weight—a heavy, cool sensation resting in the dip between my breasts. Slowly it began to travel up toward my collar bone, my senses attuning to the cool, polished, yet rutted surface as it settled in the hollow at the base of my throat, and a lighter, tickly sensation folded around my neck.
    The thud of my heart slowed to a dramatic but steady, riveted beat as my senses became gradually mindful of the poignant melody playing out into the room.
    Diamonds.
    Rhianna’s words combined with the cool sensation surrounding my throat evoked some unexpected and intense ideas, summoning images that I could only dare to hope would conform to reality.
    My eyes snapped open.
    In awestruck silence, I gazed ahead into the mirror, but as if I couldn’t quite trust the accuracy of the reflection, I arched my neck, looking down as my hand fluttered to the cluster of jewels at my throat.
    My mother’s diamond pendant.
    My brain was a confusing, swirling mass of ungraspable thoughts and questions, none of which I could hold onto long enough to voice. Instead, my gaze oscillated between the pendant and Ethan’s face as he watched me with trepidation, waiting for me to react.
    Among the many undecipherable emotions swamping my mind, there was a pure and lucid one just waiting for my brain to engage and respond to: a feeling of overwhelming gratitude. Throwing every question aside, I listened to it.
    Swiveling in my seat, I crawled onto his lap and folded my arms and legs around him in a desperate clinch. Then, taking his startled, relieved face in my hands, I began to smother every inch of it in grateful, greedy kisses. He responded instantly, thrusting his hands into my hair and crashing his lips against mine eagerly, his tongue delving into my mouth to twist and swirl with mine.
    Beneath me, I felt the solid stiffness of his passion at my entrance once again and his hands trailing down my back to cup my ass. He pulled me to him, his strong, steady grasp guiding our bodies together and sinking deep inside me, until I was lost to only one emotion—love.

Chapter Three
    Somehow, we’d made it through the ring of fire and over to the bed without breaking contact. Now, I lay on my side, head on Ethan’s chest and folded protectively into his arms as I swirled my finger gently through the smattering of hair on his chest. Physically, I felt exhausted, though my mind was way too active to sleep. We hadn’t exchanged a word since he’d fastened the clasp of the pendant around my neck, and I knew he was waiting patiently for me to process my thoughts.
    Tilting my chin, I looked up at his beautiful face. His eyes were closed, long thick lashes fanning out underneath and a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He blinked, his gaze meeting mine as he lifted his head from the pillow and kissed me chastely on the tip of my nose.
    “You okay?” he asked quietly.
    I nodded.
    “Ready to talk?”
    I nodded again.