Bound to Seduction by Elisabeth Naughton Read Free Book Online Page A

breath as he dragged her panties down her
thighs.
    “Open your eyes and look at me, Mira. Look
at me pleasuring you.”
    The erotic vision his words conjured sent
heat careening through her veins once more, and she blinked in the
sunshine and looked down her body, only to experience that rush of
heat all over again when his fingers brushed her sex.
    Lust darkened his eyes. Sweat glistened on
his brow. And the way he was watching her—as if he wanted to taste
her right where he was touching her—made her whole body
tremble.
    He palmed her breast with one hand, slid one
finger of his other hand lower, inside, and she tightened around
him as he knelt on the ground between her legs, as he slid his
finger out, then back in deeper, as the warmth of his breath rushed
over her clit.
    “Do you want me to taste you, Mira? Do you
want my mouth here?”
    He nuzzled her sex, and she was so caught up
in the lust, she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. She
pushed up to her elbows, marveled at his dark head between her
thighs, tightened around his fingers as he pressed back in with
two. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”
    He lowered his head, laved his tongue along
her clit, circled and swirled as he thrust in and out with his
fingers, drawing her closer to oblivion. She groaned, dropped her
head back, lifted her hips so he could stroke her deeper, so he
could taste more of her. His fingers were thick, his tongue wet and
so damn salacious flicking her most sensitive spot. Her climax
raced closer. She wanted to delay it, wanted to prolong the
pleasure but knew she wouldn’t be able to. This whole day was more
erotic than anything she’d experienced in her whole life.
    “Come for me, Mira. Come in my mouth. Let me
taste your release.”
    Electricity gathered in her pelvis and
exploded in a burst of lightning, lancing through her limbs to
steal her breath. Every muscle in her body spasmed as the orgasm
hit. Her elbows went out from under her. White-hot ecstasy consumed
every part of her.
    Her back landed against the chaise. She
spiraled through an abyss of sensations, then slowly sound
returned, followed by the warmth of the sun against her skin, the
brush of the warm breeze, the feel of Tariq, whispering hot words
against her sex she didn’t understand. He smoothed his fingers
through her wetness, bringing her down slowly, pressing his lips to
her hip, her lower belly, her breasts all over again.
    Her chest rose and fell as she tried to suck
air. Stars fired off behind her closed eyelids. She blinked several
times, finally pulled her eyes open, and stared up at the thatched
roof above.
    Tariq moved up her body and into her line of
sight. She looked into his dark eyes, saw satisfaction and heat. A
heat that reignited a burning passion she thought he’d
quenched.
    She lifted her hand, brushed it across his
rough cheek and, before she thought better of it, lifted and
pressed her mouth to his.
    This time, he drew in a surprised breath,
and she wondered if she wasn’t supposed to kiss him, if it was
against the rules. Then he opened for her, groaned into her mouth,
and whatever worry she’d had fled. He wrapped his arms around her,
pressed his body into hers and stroked her tongue deeply, roughly,
as if he’d been wanting to kiss her from the start. As if he
couldn’t get enough and didn’t want to let her go.
    Her fingers rushed up into his hair, fisted.
Her mouth turned greedy against his. She opened her legs, felt his
erection press against her already overheated sex, and couldn’t
wait to feel him inside her.
    That—what he’d done for her…the way he’d
pleasured her—had been amazing. No, not amazing, electric,
incredible, like nothing she’d ever experienced. He knew exactly
where to touch a woman and what to say to make her come apart. But
it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
    “Tariq…” She kissed him deeper, changed the
angle of the kiss, lifted her hips to show him what she wanted.