Doctor's Orders by Elena M. Reyes Read Free Book Online

motherfucking mine.” A mantra throughout the last few minutes, his lips left mine and traveled lower. Nipping the skin of my chin and then neck; loving the area of my collarbones with each flick of his tongue.
    Reed attacked whatever skin he could reach. Reaching the top of my breast, he sucked the skin there. Bit down while hallowing his cheeks, leaving a harsh mark upon my tit.
    Pulling back, he admired the bruise with a devilish smirk on his face. “You, my dear Nora, are perfection in the female form. From your perfect tits, pretty, pink pussy, and beautiful face. Every inch of you was designed to be worshipped by me. Only me.” Unbuckling my one restrained wrist, he massaged the reddened area. “For the rest of our lives.”
    The tattered remains of my panties hit the floor next. He tossed them over his shoulder while his hands roamed me freely with a renewed sense of urgency. As if I would somehow disappear from his grasp.
    I never wanted to leave.  Couldn’t.
    With just a few touches, he’d ruined me for anyone else. Those soft lips had laid claim to a dormant part of me. Owned me.
    “It’s too fast. Doesn’t make any sense.” Spoken softly, but not low enough. 
    With both hands, he caged in my face and laid his forehead atop of mine. “Because you’re my other half, Nora. Simple as that. There’s no need to over analyzing something that’s as normal as breathing. You were made for me…taken from my rib.”
    Blue eyes searched his hazel ones for any trace of a lie. There was none. Looking into his eyes was like coming home. He provided a level of comfort I’d never encountered before.
    I couldn’t help but to mirror his smile. Carefree and boyish. Mirrored the unexplainable emotions I felt.
    Lust.
    A dose of fear.
    Pure, carefree happiness.
    “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
    Reaching my hands up, I stretched the tightness out of my shoulders. “Really good. Relaxed.”
    “Good, now I need you to behave…” from my shoulders and down to my waist, he ran soothing circles over my skin “…let me see what kind of damage you’ve done.” With both hands on my hips, Jackson tilted my hips up a slight bit. Pulled me over the edge of the stretcher and held me there while he took his place on his knees. Hazel eyes watched my every move while his lips hovered over my clit. Tufts of warm air toyed with the sensitive nub.
    My nipples tightened further. Almost to the point of pain. The muscles in my stomach coiled; clenching and unclenching as I lay there in wait.
    “Spread for me, Nora.” Was all he said after a few minutes of silence, communicating with me through his eyes. They spoke loud and clear. Expressed his desires. Doing as asked, I opened just a tiny bit further. “More.”
    “Can’t.” Fuck, that damn tone of his rendered me useless. I’d lost all concentration when I settled my eyes on his lips and watched as he mouthed the word. Jackson Reed could read me the self-help manual on how-to grow tomatoes and I’d find it arousing.
    Once again I tried, but it still wasn’t enough. Not that I had much room to begin with inside the restraints he’d put me in.
    He parted them himself roughly, followed by a quick tap to my thigh in warning. However, I didn’t take it as such and moaned low. Each time he corrected me in some way it heightened the pleasurable pulses being sent to my every nerve ending.
    “Never lose focus.” My nipples were suddenly plucked hard, bringing me back to the present. When had he gotten to his feet?
    “Shit!” The sudden stinging from his touch caused me to hiss out. It made me feel as though I’d been shocked—the jolt of a thousand tiny pin pricks all over my body. The sensation could be described as exquisite.
    “Pay attention, Nora,” he spat, a mixture of anger and disappointment over his features. “Never lose focus of what we are doing. Of the pleasure only I will ever gift to you.” Sharp and commanding, his words cut through the hazy fog of lust