I held her for a long while, absorbing her love for me as she stroked my back, threaded her fingers through my hair. I was blissfully content. But then she started kissing me, first my shoulder, then my neck, and the fire returned. Her lips met mine, hungry for more. I kissed her until the kiss grew heated, until our breaths were heavy, until her fingers were repeatedly clenching my skin, until mine were clenching her hips. Then I reached over and grabbed the discarded handcuffs. “Okay, now I want to tie you to something,” I said.

She giggled as I re-cuffed one of her wrists. “Kellan…?”

I looped the other end around a post of my headboard, then gently brought her other wrist up and trapped her. She smiled at me, still giggling. “Kellan?” she said again.

Grinning, I shook my head at her. “What?” I said, kissing her neck. My lips traveled down to her chest, my tongue swirling over her nipple before I pulled it into my mouth. I saw her close her eyes as I peeked up. “It was your birthday request, if I remember correctly.”

She bit her lip as she gently pulled against the post and my grin grew. Oh yeah…this was going to be so much fun.

I ran my lips up to the base of her throat, then very gently, traced her throat with the tip of my tongue. She was panting long before I got to her jaw. Smiling, I kissed along her jaw until I got to her ear. She squirmed when I sucked on her earlobe, pulling harder against the post. “Careful,” I whispered in her ear. “You’ll break them.”

“I don’t care,” she murmured.

“I do,” I said, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. “It won’t be a proper present if you break them.”

She started to smile at me, but I ran my hands down her body and the smile quickly turned into her moaning my name. Her eyes were closed as I traveled south again, her lips parted, her breath fast. God, she was beautiful. I didn’t think I’d ever fully understand how I got so lucky. My mouth traveled down her abdomen, my hands sliding down her hips. I heard her breath stop when I started leaving soft kisses along the curve of her hip. It started again when I reached her inner thigh, and it was much faster than before.

I shifted her leg so I could taste her, but I paused to look up at her before I did. She was clearly struggling not to free herself so she could grab me. The forced restraint was intoxicating to watch. I ran my tongue over her, gently, teasingly, and she just about came unglued, crying out, bucking against me. It turned me on so much I reconsidered my stance on being teased versus teasing—both were exquisite torture. And I loved it.