Chapters (42)
- Cover
- Painful
- Books By S.C. Stephens
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Her cheeks were flushed, but she bit her lip and nodded. My eyes traveled over her face as I trailed my fingers down her arm; she shivered under my touch. Her lips parted as her eyes stayed locked on mine. Intently staring at her, I slipped one cuff around her wrist, gently closing it. A soft gasp escaped her, and my body surged with need. Damn… Still intently watching her face, I took the other cuff…and closed it around my own wrist.
Her brows bunched as she looked down at what I’d just done. “I’m no expert, but I don’t think this is how it’s supposed to go,” she said, a little breathless.
My grin widened as I studied her. “If you’re going to be locked to anything, I want it to be me.”
She gave me a soft smile, then shook her head as she looped her free arm around my neck. “You’re absolutely ridiculous,” she told me, interlacing the fingers of our locked hands.
I nodded as I bent to find her lips. “I know.”
She laughed as she sat down on the bed. I laughed as I had no choice but to follow her. Our bodies collided, and we stretched out in my bed—in our bed. With one pair of hands locked together, I could only explore her with the other. It was a fun challenge, one that eventually led to her begging me to take her. I kissed her as I pressed inside her, and she moaned in my mouth. Her locked hand jerked away from me, like she wanted to hold me, and I ripped the stupid thing off so she could. Her arms wrapped around me as our pace quickened. Her breath was fast in my ear, and I knew she was close. Then I felt her stiffen, and her fingers raked down my back. Fuck, I loved that. I was coming a second after her, groaning as the waves of bliss washed over me.
Kiera’s arms and legs were firmly wrapped around me as she recovered. “I think we cheated,” she murmured, briefly lifting her freed wrist.
A soft laugh escaped me as I kissed her collarbone. “I don’t fucking care,” I muttered.
She smirked at me, then grinned and shook her head. “I love you,” she told me.
Moving to her side, I pulled her to my chest. “I love you too,” I said, nestling into her warm, wonderful skin.