96. Bound – Part 5

~ JESSE ~

“Cazz… please,” I hissed through my teeth minutes later, my head sinking back as I fought to speed him up, but he resisted.

He chuckled mercilessly—and breathlessly—holding my hips tightly and keeping the steady pace, lifting and guiding me, thwarting all my attempts to force him to move faster, digging my heels into his back, pulling him with my legs. But he was too strong.

He was fighting for control, though. I could see it. Feel it in him. His hold on the bond had slipped and I was feeling him clearly—I could measure the rising tide of his pleasure—which only increased mine—his determination to hold himself back, and his battle with the call of something primal in him that wanted to give me exactly what I wanted.

But so far, he was winning that fight.

Both our bodies were slick with sweat, and the only sound in the room that was louder than my ragged breath was his. As we moved together I could feel the glittering promise of another orgasm blinking on the horizon, but I’d