Free RanchersHealingTouch by Arthur Mitchell

grabs her wrist just seconds before she comes. Her thighs hug tight around his knees, locking his unstoppable hands in her sex.
    Brax suppresses a smug smile, feeling her hand curl in his. But the tiny jerking sensation in her hands is nothing compared to the tremors circulating around his fingers.
    She comes hard, grunting and shaking like an animal. He strokes her clit harder – anything he can do to bring the Sadie-quake to its splendid finale.
    Eyes fluttering, she rides high, shooting up into the otherworldly realm only he can bring her to. The intoxicating pleasure steals her breath.
    Count the seconds. Hold it all in. Don't stop until you're bound to him forever.
    The voice within her is commanding and deep. She tries to follow its dictates, but she loses herself again, falling helplessly toward her waiting consciousness as the firestorm dies.
    “You like that, beautiful? It's just a warm up of what's coming next.”
    The corners of her lips quirk up. Brax knows it's his signal to get her prepared for the greatest sex of his life.
    The cowboy takes her across his knees and strips her dress away. Her fingers reach behind her to undo her bra as he takes off her soaked panties.
    Crouched on all fours, he guides her toward the headboard. “Put your hands right here. Grab the bar.
    Tonight we're gonna need more than just a belt to keep you in place.”
    What?
    Her returning senses burn with curiosity. He leaves her there and she feels him slide off the bed.
    A drawer opens and slams shut. When he returns, positioning himself close behind her, he runs the thick rope bundled in his hands along her back, tracing the length of her spine.
    “You feel that? There's no escaping this. Tonight, we're thinking with our hearts. Not our minds. Are you ready to give into that drumbeat coursing through your blood?”
    “Yes! I trust you, Brax.”
    “All I needed to hear, beautiful. Hold tight. This may be a little scratchy at first, but you'll get used to it.”
    The ropes bind her more fully than his leather belt. The expert knot he ties holds her wrists together, sealed to the wooden headboard.
    The thick, inescapable weight around her hands has a deeper finality than anything else. Their weight is impressive when she pulls, whispering a surrender rite that says, yes, it's going to happen. No ifs, ands, or buts.
    He lifts away and takes a deep breath. He steadies himself by eying the seductive hams of her ass, her thighs, the way her breasts hang below her like attractive pendulums.
    Sadie hears clothes shifting. Another sheen of wetness coats her inner softness, waiting and ready for him.
    A dull thud behind her signals the weight of his jeans and belt landing on the floor. Her body instantly hardens.
    “Hang onto that bar, beautiful. It's going to be a rough ride once I get going.”
    His words singe her eardrums. There's no time to recover.
    With one swing of his hips, he fills her completely. A wistful cry shoots out her mouth, the cry of a body starved for his touch.
    She can't see his eyes, but she can feel the fire of his gaze. Behind her, Brax's shoulders shift, hardening in rapture as her wetness cascades around his shaft.
    He holds himself in her without moving for a long time, sliding his hands down her skin, admiring the plump slopes of her ass. It's the look of a man evaluating his mate one last time, marveling at her perfection.
    Good hips. Damn good butt. The kind of hips built for breeding a big family.
    Brax tilts lower and kisses her, underscoring his heated thoughts. They're the last he'll have while he's inside her before the animal inside him seizes total control.
    When he raises his lips from her mellow warmth, the beast has come. His hips roll back and then strike forward. The old springs snap beneath them, groaning loudly into the night, matching the fevered pitch of their masters.
    He slams into her in slow, discreet waves. It's the dance of lovers drunk on intimate magic, a spell writ deep in the