Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344

The waterbed became its own kind of torture, every movement creating waves that traveled through my entire body, impossible to prec or brace against. I was seasick and aroused and disgusted with myself in equal measure, and through it all, Lucas kept up a running commentary that made me want to scream.

“Look at you, so wet for me even though you hate it. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.”

I wanted to tell him that wetness wasn’t consent, that my body’s reflexive responses meant nothing, but my voice had abandoned me somewhere between the third and fourth orgasm he’d wrung from me like he was squeezing water from a stone.

When he finally-finally-removed the blindfold, I had to blink against the sudden brightness, tears streaming down my temples into m hair. Lucas loomed above me, fully clothed while I lay naked and bound and utterly wrecked, and the satisfaction on his face made me want to die.

“There you are,” he said softly, reaching down to brush away my tears with surprising gentleness. “Did you miss me?”

I turned my face away, unable to look at him, unable to bear the weight of what had just happened.

My whole body ached-not from pain, exactly, but from the sustained tension of being held in one position for so long, from the relentless assault of sensation, from the exhausting work of trying to keep myself separate from what was being done to me.

Lucas made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat, then began unbuckling the cuffs at my ankles. When he moved to my wrists, I felt the circulation return in a rush of pins and needles that made me gasp.

“Come on,” he said, pulling me to sit up. The waterbed sloshed dramatically, and I had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Lucas studied me for a long moment, something flickering behind his eyes that might have been concern if I didn’t know better. Then he nodded once, decisive.

“Fine. We’ll use the other bed.”

He pulled back the covers and waited while I crawled in, still wrapped in my towel because I couldn’t bring myself to be naked around him for one more second.

When I was settled, he climbed in behind me, fully dressed, and pulled me back against his chest with one arm banded across my ribs.

“Sleep, Fia,” he murmured into my hair, his breath warm against my scalp. “We’ve got a long week ahead of us.”