Worse, still, when he repeated the action on the other side.
He made slow work of hiking her skirts, pausing just before she was bared to him and settling back.
“Please, Brand,” she whispered, hardly knowing what she was asking for. She’d take anything, at this point, so long as he touched her.
“Mmm.” His fingers dug into the inside of one thigh, just shy of painful. “So different from the minx whotookwhat she wanted.”
A hot blush crept over Lunara’s skin. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sor?—”
“No.” He latched onto her hips and dragged her closer, light rippling up his arms. “Never apologize for your pleasure.”
“Oh… my…”
“Your fulfillment is my fulfillment. I crave it. Only, now I’d like to know how to please you myself.” At last, Brand exposed her, and Lunara’s back arched under his gaze, her body seeking him out. His breath left him on a ragged exhale as he stared, his tongue peeking out before he bit down on his bottom lip. “I can’t decide whether to touch or taste you first.”
Honestly, she couldn’t decide either. All of it, probably.
Her hands moved of their own accord, tracing up her sides and heading for her breasts. For the peaked nipples she felt scraping against her dress. She couldn’t take it anymore, needed some kind of contact, even her own.
“Stop.”
Lunara froze just shy of her goal. The word had been softly spoken, but there was no denying the command in his tone.
Just as there was no denying the heady reaction of her body at seeing the approval written across his face. Stars above, what was he doing to her?
“Unbutton your dress, then put your hands above your head.”
As if he controlled them, those hands moved, fingers shaking and slipping as she worked the tiny shell buttons apart. Herdress gaped little by little, the cool air hitting each inch she exposed like a caress.
Brand watched her with a focus that might have been unsettling, if it wasn’t for the sawing of his breath and the obvious satisfaction it brought him to see her do as he bade. When he rubbed a palm down the sizable bulge in his trousers, stroking his hard cock through the dark fabric, she understood.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight. He was huge above her. Primal. Power in every controlled inch of him.
And he was right—shecraved it.
The last button popped free and the backs of her hands hit stone, arms stretched upwards.
“Yes.”He was on her in an instant, tongue dragging up her sternum as he parted her dress fully and cupped her breasts.
She cried out as he sucked one blushing peak into his mouth, pressing the other to the side of his face with a groan. The hairs of his beard were a sensation she’d never experienced. Tiny sparks that concentrated and shot straight to her core like a white-hot lance of need.
“Hmm,” he rumbled against her, tongue lashing out, something wicked in his gaze.
Propped on his elbows, Brand palmed her breasts and forced them together, until her nipples stood side by side between his fingers. Close enough to… to…
She couldn’t breathe for the waiting. The anticipation.
Sweet, shitting stars. He can’t mean?—
Brand drew his tongue over them, teeth scrapingbothin glorious tandem before he devoured the tips.
“Ah!”
The cry echoed, bouncing around the cave like ten of her were shouting. It wasn’t enough to express her shock. Her wonderment. Lunara had never imagined such a thing. Wouldn’t have thought it possible. Could hardly believe itwas happening, even as she turned molten beneath his ministrations.
She nearly sobbed when he broke away and rasped, “Noted.”
He gave her a squeeze and settled in at her side, head propped in one hand.
