Laurann Dohner - Fury

“I am sorry I made you angry.” He gave her a sincere look. “Now let’s have make-up sex. I heard it’s the best.”

Ellie cupped his face with her palms and grinned. “You’re bad. Do you know that?”

“I’m good. Do you know that or should I remind you?” He dipped his head and nuzzled Ellie’s face aside until his lips brushed her throat. His tongue darted out and licked the sensitive spot under her ear. His hot breath fanning her tickled. “I could take you right here.”

Ellie laughed. “Bedroom.”

Fury straightened his head and his voice deepened. “Here.”

“Bedroom. We prepare food on the island, Fury.”

His eyebrows rose as he released her and inched back. He reached for her shirt and unbuttoned it. Ellie held her breath as Fury opened it and tore it off her. He unfastened her pants next and moved his body out of the way. He pulled her down from the island until her feet were back on the floor and then bent in front of her, going to his knees, and helped her out of them.

“I guess the kitchen is good,” Ellie whispered, totally getting turned on.

Her heart raced as she kicked her pants away and reached for the front snaps of Fury’s pants when he rose. He yanked his shirt over his head, just tossing it aside.

“Very good,” Ellie muttered as she brushed against his body. Her tongue traced his nipple.

Fury groaned and he shoved down his pants, kicking them down his legs. Ellie’s hands ran across his flat stomach and surfed lower, slipping her fingers into the waistband of his briefs. She raked his hips with her fingernails. Fury pushed his hips forward against Ellie’s body. His arousal pressed into her stomach where he became trapped between their bodies.

“Honey,” Ellie whispered as she moved her mouth to his other nipple.

“Sweetness,” he growled.

Ellie smiled and pulled back from his chest. “I want honey from the cupboard behind you. It’s up to the left. My left.”

Dark eyebrows rose slightly. “Honey? You want to eat right now?”

She grinned. “I want to lick it off you.”

His fangs dented his bottom lip when he groaned softly. He twisted his body and stretched to retrieve the honey from the cupboard in record time to hand it over to her. Ellie twisted off the cap. She glanced at him once, assured he was into it, and turned the plastic container upside down above one of his nipples. She let the golden treat drip onto his chest and over the other nipple. She heard Fury take a sharp breath but he didn’t say a word. She set the container on top of the island next to them.

Ellie arched up on her tiptoes and started to lick his skin where the honey droplets stuck to him, following each one with her tongue. Fury groaned deeply. Ellie moved lower, to his nipple, and lapped at the honey there, teasing the hardening bud. She covered his nipple with her mouth and started to suckle him. Fury’s hands tangled in her hair but he didn’t try to tug her from her task.

“That feels amazing,” he growled.

Ellie nipped him with her teeth. He jerked from the shock of the sudden jolt it created. His cock thumped against her stomach and it had grown more rigid when he ground his hips against her softer belly. She released his nipple and slowly moved across his chest. Her tongue and teeth cleaned away the sweet drops slowly, teasingly. Then she pushed him back against the counter. Fury moved to lean against it.

His black, passion-filled gaze met Ellie’s when she looked up at him. She’d noticed when he had become really turned on, his eyes darkened. She loved it and him. She moved forward and started to go for the drops of honey that had rained down on his stomach. One by one she found them and licked them off. She paused at the waistband of his briefs when she realized she’d run out of drops. She smiled up at him and then slipped her fingers into the band to tug them down. Fury’s cock had grown so hard that she had to actually put the elastic of his briefs to the test to free it from them.

Fury made a groaning sound when she kissed his hipbone and turned her face, studying his impressive erection up close. She couldn’t avoid a turned-on Fury. She smiled and ran her tongue along the side of the hard, hot flesh that stood at full attention for her—trailing up his shaft to the head.

Fury snarled and then grabbed her upper arms, jerking her up to her feet. Shock tore through Ellie as she stared into his face. He looked angry. She frowned.

“Don’t you want me to keep going? I was just getting to the good part.”

He hoisted her up until Ellie found her ass planted on top of the island again. Fury turned away from her and yanked open drawers, looking for something.

“Fury? Did I make you angry? What”

“I can’t let you do that. I’m frustrated as hell but not mad at you.”

“Why not? I want to.”

Fury turned, revealing he had a roll of silver duct tape in his hand. He walked over and gently flattened his palm over her chest. He pushed until she ended up flat on her back on the cool surface. He leaned over her.

“My cock swells. Remember? I’m so damn ready to come right now that I wouldn’t last a minute. Can you imagine if I swelled inside your mouth?”

She stared at him with dawning comprehension. “Oh. That probably wouldn’t be good, considering you’re already pretty big. I think it would be okay though as long as I stick to the top. You swell near the base.”

His features relaxed as some of the tension melted away. “Yeah. I’d love for you to do that but don’t turn me on so much next time, the first time we try something. I’m a shooter, Ellie. You can feel me inside you when my semen releases, can’t you? I’d shoot so hard and so much, I’d choke you. You can do that to me later if you’re up for a second round. Now I need to calm or it won’t be good for you.”

She stared at the tape with confusion. “What is that for?”

He grinned. “Give me your wrists.”

“Why?”

He grabbed a dishtowel. “Now.”

She hesitated but she trusted him enough to lift her arms. Fury smiled and wrapped the dishtowel around them and then used his teeth to pull tape free from the roll. It astonished Ellie when he wound tape over the dishtowel and bound her wrists together. She lay there and watched him pull more tape, leaving it still connected to the roll and her wrists.

He rounded the island to stand at her head. She looked up at him until he squatted down out of her line of sight. She heard more tape being pulled and then he slowly tugged her wrists above her head with the tape until her arms stretched. She heard him doing something at the side of the island before he stood. He’d gotten rid of the roll.

Ellie pulled on her wrists but couldn’t bring them back down. Her gaze flew to Fury. He looked damn amused. “What are you doing?”

He lifted up the honey and shifted her legs, bent over the island until his hips wedged between her thighs. “I want to eat some honey too.”

Ellie bit her lip and shivered. Fury turned the bottle over and dripped honey over her lower stomach and lower still, until drops hit the inside of her thighs. Fury moved his hips, pushing hers farther apart, and Ellie closed her eyes when more drips landed on her spread pussy.

Fury sat the honey bottle on the edge and then bent over her. His hot mouth and tongue licked her as he lapped up each sweet drop. Ellie wanted to touch him but her hands were secured over her head. By the time he reached the inside of her thigh she burned with raw need.

“Fury,” she begged.

“Easy. I’m getting there.”

“Now, Fury. Please? Do that later but I need you. Please? Take me.”

He growled. Ellie opened her eyes and met his. He rose and gripped her inner thighs, moving his hips closer to hers. Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her a few inches down the island to the edge a heartbeat before he entered her body. Ellie threw her head back and cried out in pleasure.