She was in his arms and it felt so right, so good. Curling closer, tighter, seeking to fit herself completely against his long had body. His arms wrapped around her urgently, almost violently, while his mouth devoured hers. They wanted, needed, right now. She was so soft against him, her breasts pressed to his bare chest, her pelvis cradling his own.
Growling low, he slid his hands down to her backside, and cuddled her even closer, layers of silk slipping beneath is palm. He murmured her name, his breath hot against her. She pressed her face into his throat, and shuddered. She opened her mouth against him, taking a soft but greedy bit at his throat. He gasped, and backed her towards the bed.
At the bed's edge he stood before her, reading to peel away a layer of silk. As he grasped the belt of her robe, ready to pull it free, she caught his wrists. His gaze went to her face and he revelled in the heavy sensuality he saw in her eyes, the flush at her cheekbones, the soft panting of her breath that marked her desire for him.
She licked her lips, her eyes meeting his, and huskily voiced her request. "Bind my wrists." Not a question, or a demand, but a plea. For a long second he steadily kept her gaze, before releasing the knot in the belt, and pulling it free, a naughty smile touching his lips.
He tossed the belt onto the bed, and slipped the robe from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. He gently pushed her back to lie on the bed. She moved upward until her head neared the soft pillows. He is above her, his thighs straddling her waist, her chemise bunching up beneath him. Her eyes are drawn to the button of his jeans. She begins to reach for him, her fingers itching to flick the button free, and release him. To touch him. Before she can make contact, his strong hand closes around her wrist.
She groans with both frustration and relief, her eyes fluttering closed, waiting. And then she feels the soft silk of her belt looping around one wrist. A sigh, and then she opens her eyes, a small smile of daring on her lips, watching the expression on his face as he takes control.
Both wrists bound, the silk tie tethers her to the headboard. Still, he straddles her waist, watching her test the bindings, knowing that the exercise is both futile, and thrilling to her. She is his, but he will not take without giving.
He reaches forward, her hands cupped within his palms, and then trails his fingertips down her arms. The light, tingling touch reaches the sides of her breasts, still concealed by the silk chemise. He feels her burgeoning nipples against his palms, and she arches her back toward his hands, increasing the pressure. But he won't be hurried.