Christina’s POV
Hudson’s hands tore at my blouse, the fragile buttons popping off under his aggressive touch. My breasts spilled free, exposed to his hungry gaze.
"Hudson!" I protested, half-embarrassed, half-annoyed. "I still need to go out wearing this."
He pinned my arms down. "Don’t worry," he murmured, his voice rough. "I’ll be sowhat restrained tonight."
I opened my mouth to argue that he probably couldn’t even spell ’restraint’.
Before I could voice my thoughts, Hudson’s mouth crashed down on mine. His kiss was demanding, almost desperate, making gasp for air as his tongue invaded, exploring every corner, drinking in my essence.
I pushed against his chest, but might as well have tried moving a mountain. His hair was disheveled, all traces of the composed Alpha completely gone.
In seconds, my underwear joined my blouse on the floor. Hudson’s hands road everywhere, setting my skin on fire with each touch.
Lately, whenever I’m alone with Hudson, we always end up in bed. I crave everything about him, and he can turn on almost instantly. I don’t mind the sex—I just wish it didn’t keep us up so late every ti.
Hudson noticed my distraction and nipped my lower lip in disapproval.
I stopped resisting and began to respond to his advances.
With ragged breath, Hudson kissed and bit his way across my skin.
Soon I was completely naked beneath him, breathless, my skin flushed with desire despite being firmly pinned.
"You know what?" Hudson growled. "I think about you constantly. Dream about fucking you like this."
"Hudson," I scolded, blushing furiously. "Don’t be so crude."
He grinned. "I think we should try sothing different tonight."
Before I could respond, he grabbed his shirt and bound my wrists to the headboard. I squird beneath him, gradually losing all strength to resist.
Hudson’s kisses trailed down my neck, then his mouth closed over my full breast, sucking and licking before gently grazing and tugging with his teeth. My face flushed hot, and I gritted my teeth. "Hudson, that’s enough."
He continued his journey downward, kissing my chest, waist, navel, until his nose nuzzled against my most intimate place, his tongue teasing my sensitive bud.
My body jolted in response, neck arching involuntarily.
With my hands bound, I could only writhe desperately, trying to escape his touch. My helplessness seed to fuel his desire even more.
Hudson watched with fascination. "This view is for my eyes only," he whispered possessively.
Before I could reply, he lowered his head again, his tongue working relentlessly.
"Mmm..." I bit my lip hard, fighting to stay quiet.
Hudson knew exactly what he was doing, occasionally grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth, making tremble with a mixture of fear and pleasure. The delicious sensation of his gentle attention made my lower abdon tighten with heat, my face burning crimson.
When I least expected it, Hudson stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside . The pleasure was so intense I nearly scread.
He alternated between licking and thrusting, increasing his pace, adding his fingers to the mix.
Orgasm surged through . I scread into his mouth, my body convulsing wildly. Sothing released deep inside as I pulsed around his fingers, hot streams soaking his forearm.
He groaned deeply. "Chrissy, you’re squirting for ." His eyes blazed as he watched.
Hudson licked his lips. "Good?"
I stared back at him through hazy eyes, unable to form words.
Quickly, Hudson grabbed a pillow and positioned it under my waist, spreading my long legs. My entrance, thoroughly worked by his mouth and fingers, lay exposed to his gaze.
With my hands bound and thighs held apart by Hudson’s grip, I was completely vulnerable, displayed in a position so erotic it would make anyone’s blood boil.
I closed my eyes in embarrassnt.
Hudson kissed my eyelids tenderly. "You want this, don’t you?"
Face burning, I nodded slightly.
He sucked gently on my eyelid. "I want to fuck you until you can only moan my na, until I’m all you see."
Without hesitation, he drove his hard, thick length into my waiting softness.
I released a long sigh, caught between pain and pleasure.
We’d always been incredibly compatible in bed, each encounter morable for days afterward.
Hudson wrapped my legs around his waist and began thrusting powerfully, his hips slapping against my backside.
My body rocked with every deep push, and each ti I slid too far from the pillow beneath , he’d pull back—driving harder, deeper, more fiercely until he was completely inside. Like a wild stallion, he took with untad intensity, his rhythm so powerful and fast that my cries ca out broken and breathless.
Usually, I could contain my voice, but now the mingled pain and pleasure broke my control completely. My body lted under Hudson’s onslaught, moans escaping continuously.
Hudson untied my hands and held tightly against him, lifting onto his body as he thrust upward. I clung to his neck, our naked bodies intertwined, sweat sliding down smooth skin into the sheets, our moans and heavy breathing creating a symphony of passion.
The next morning, I didn’t get up.
On departure day, I was supposed to et Ysolde at nine.
I arrived thirty minutes late, walking like my joints had been replaced with chewed gum.
The drive to Elmridge took five hours.
We took Ysolde’s car with an agreent to take turns driving.
She volunteered to take the first half, but not before thoroughly mocking what she called my "post-coital expression."
I hadn’t even known that was a thing.
"Oh, it definitely is," she insisted. "Droopy eyelids, swollen lips, legs like Bambi, and that weird, blissed-out smile."
"I’m really looking forward to this trip," I said.
"I bet you are."
Her good mood lasted until we reached the Pan Continental Hotel.
A doorman was waiting, but so was Cassian Langford.
"You told him?" Ysolde turned to accusingly.
"No." But I’d ntioned the trip to Hudson, who might have told Cassian, since for reasons I couldn’t comprehend, he still considered Cassian a friend.
To make up for my carelessness, I offered to help her get rid of Cassian.
Ysolde shook her head. "Forget it. Just ignore him."
And she did.
Cassian never managed to get within six feet of Ysolde, with the porter on one side of her and on the other.
The porter was stocky, and I knew boxing.
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