Lyra felt her core tighten at his words.
“You can’t possibly have any energy left after that,” she muttered, burying her face against his chest, which was still wet and tacky with sweat.
His grip shifted, hands tightening on her hips. “Are you doubting me?”
The rough edge of his question sent a thrill through her just as he pushed her onto her back and hovered over her. Lyra blinked up at him, dazed, breath still coming in short, shallow gasps.
Jake’s eyes burned into hers. “Hands over your head.”
She was slow to respond, caught off guard by his sudden roughness, her limbs heavy and weak from two crashing orgasms.
Jake didn’t wait. He moved her arms roughly over her head, grabbing the tie that lay discarded beside them on the bed. He bound her wrists again, then grabbed the second ti
