This chapter contains mature content.
"I have something special planned for you tonight," Ethan whispered with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "You've been my rock during this recovery, and I want to show you how much I appreciate you."
His words piqued Olivia's interest, her curiosity dancing in her eyes. "What is it, Ethan?" she asked eagerly.
"Give me about ten minutes," he replied, his mischievous gaze lingering on her. "Then come upstairs."
A soft giggle escaped Olivia's lips as she nodded in agreement. "Alright," she said, imagining the surprises he had in store.
After Ethan left, Olivia hurried to her bathroom, her heart fluttering with anticipation. The warm water cascaded over her skin, carrying away the remnants of the day and leaving her feeling refreshed. She carefully selected an outfit, opting for a sleek dress that draped elegantly over her figure, a hint of her favorite perfume adding a touch of allure.
As she made her way upstairs, Olivia's steps were light with excitement. She paused outside the door, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart before pushing it open. Soft music greeted her ears, its melodious notes filling the air with romance. Candles flickered, casting a warm glow that danced across the room. Ethan stood by the window, a bottle of wine and two glasses at the ready. Ethan had gone all out to create a romantic evening for Olivia with wine and candles.
"Welcome," Ethan said, turning to face her with a delighted smile that warmed Olivia's heart. "I thought we could have a quiet evening together."
Olivia's eyes sparkled as she approached him, the candlelight reflecting in them. "It's perfect," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation.
Ethan poured them each a glass of wine, the rich aroma filling the room as he handed one to Olivia. Their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of warmth through her.
"Is it safe for you to drink with your medication?" she asked him cautiously. "It's just a little bit," he reassured her. As they settled on the couch, she noticed a tray set out with cheese, crackers, and fruit.
Ethan smiled and whispered in her ear, "You always know how to take such good care of me." He nuzzled her neck and continued, "I've been going crazy today just thinking about you. All I want is to hold you close like this." His arms tightened around her. "I couldn't stop picturing you in my mind, and it's been driving me wild all day."
Olivia's heart raced as Ethan's fingers trailed up her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe how much she wanted him, even though he was still in recovery. She knew it was too soon for anything physical, but his touch was so tempting.
"Ethan," she managed to gasp out, "I don't think you should overexert yourself. It's too soon."
But he had a determined look in his eye as he leaned closer to her. "I'll be careful," he promised before pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
As they continued to kiss, Olivia's body responded to his touch, the heat between her legs intensifying with each passing moment.
"Olivia," Ethan said in a low voice, "take off your clothes."
She blushed, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks at his command. But there was no denying the intense desire that consumed her as she quickly removed her clothes.
Ethan admired her naked form before pulling her into his embrace once again. He kissed down her neck and chest, eliciting moans from Olivia's lips as she ran her hands through his hair.
With every touch and caress, they both forgot about Ethan's injury and just focused on each other's pleasure.
Ethan walked towards his bedroom, promising to return shortly, instructing her to stay put like a good girl. Olivia squirmed on the couch in anticipation. After a few minutes, Ethan reappeared with handcuffs, his expression playful and mischievous.
"Yes or no, Olivia?"
"Yes," she responded, barely able to contain her excitement as he approached her.
Shivers ran down her body as the cold metal of his handcuffs touched her hands, binding them together above her head. He whispered, "So perfect," as he trailed his fingers down her skin.
"You are mine," he said in a low voice, his breath hot against her skin. He traced the letters with his fingers, each movement causing a ripple of pleasure to course through her. Olivia shivered as he trailed his fingers over her collarbone, feeling the words etched into her skin.
"Yes, I am yours," she whispered. She felt wanted and owned – not just physically but emotionally, too.
Ethan's eyes darkened with hunger as he gazed upon Olivia's exposed body. He playfully began placing cheese cubes on her chest and then slowly down to her thighs, savoring each one with exaggerated moans. Her skin tasted like honey, and the cheese cubes added a savory flavor to the mix. Ethan's lips on her skin were like fire, searing her with pleasure.
He was a glutton for her, devouring her with his touch, his teasing caresses causing her to melt and moan with desire. She was a feast for his senses, and he reveled in every bite, savoring the taste of her pleasure on his tongue. The power and hunger in his gaze were tangent as he claimed her as his own and fed her every whim.
Olivia couldn't handle the sensations and let out a low moan of her own. "Ethan," she gasped.
He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into her navel, causing a trail to form down to her vagina. She let out a moan as the liquid mixed with the already present moisture between her legs.
As he lapped up the sweet nectar from her navel, his hands roamed over her sensitive clit. "You're so wet for me," he murmured in appreciation. With skilled fingers, he slid two inside of her and began thrusting confidently.
Ethan effortlessly guided Olivia's hips, alternating between shallow and deep strokes, each one eliciting a desperate cry from her lips. He was determined to pleasure her fully, and his eyes burned with intensity as he watched her writhe beneath him.