Jenna moaned as Alec kissed her neck. In an instant, his mouth was on her breast, his tongue flicking at her with the same teasing strokes he’d lavished on her clit. Jenna felt the sensations all the way to her core where he pounded into her, another orgasm sparking to life before the aftershocks of the last had even subsided. She cried his name, begging him not to stop. He was merciless, moving to her other nipple, licking and nipping at her. Releasing her nipple, he roared a curse, thrusting into her as though their lives depended on them both reaching orgasm together. She was desperate to touch him, but even as she tugged on the silk straps that kept her bound and completely exposed to him, they didn’t give. The sensations inspired by his touch coiled low, a high-pitched energy that had every muscle in her body flexing with tension and anticipation. “Fuck, Jenna, I’m going to come,” he groaned against her neck. “Yes,” she pleaded, desperate to feel him let go. “God, Alec, yes!”
