He tugged at the ruined remains of my dress. The shredded silver fabric Tarsus had chosen. The one I’d worn while being displayed.
“I hate this dress,” I said against his mouth.
“Good.” He tore it open. The fabric gave. “I’ve wanted to rip it off you since the moment I saw you wearing it.”
The dress pooled at my feet. I stood in front of him in nothing but torn undergarments.
His eyes went dark. Hungry. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the universe that mattered.
“Beautiful,” he said. Not polite. Not charming. Raw truth.
“Your turn.”
I reached for his shirt. He caught my wrists. Pinned them gently against the stone wall behind me.
“Not yet,” he said. His voice was rough. “I want to taste you first.”
Heat flooded through me. “Brevan?—”
“I’ve been thinking about this for days.” He kissed my throat. My collarbone. The raw skin where the collar had been. “Wondering how you’d taste. What sounds you’d make.”
His tongue swept up my neck to my pulse, and a dizzying jolt of pleasure shot through me, making my knees weak. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a chemical. The euphoric agent from his saliva I’d read about. It was a predator’s tool for seduction, and it was working, making every nerve ending feel hypersensitive.
His mouth found my breast. Hot skin against hot skin. Sucked. Sucked. The sensation made me gasp.
“That sound,” he said. “I want more of that.”
He cupped me with his rough hand, then took my nipple into his mouth. The first touch of his tongue sent pleasure straight through me. Sharper than it should be. More intense.
My hands fisted in his hair. Careful of his horns but needing something to hold onto.
When he dropped to his knees in front of me, I nearly stopped breathing.
“Brevan, you don’t have to?—”
“I know.” He looked up at me. Red eyes burning. “I want to.”
He hooked his fingers in my underwear. Dragged them down. I stepped out of them.
Now I was completely bare. Exposed. Vulnerable in a way I’d never been with anyone.
He pressed a kiss to my hip. My thigh. Then higher.
The first touch of his tongue against my center made me cry out. The euphoric effect of his saliva combined with his mouth created sensation that was almost too much.
He licked. Slow. Thorough. Learning me.
My legs trembled. I braced myself against the wall.
“You taste perfect,” he said against my skin. The vibration of his voice sent more pleasure through me.
Then he really started.
His tongue circled my most sensitive point. Licked. Sucked. Found a rhythm that had me gasping.
When he slid one finger inside me, I almost came apart right there.
“So wet for me,” he said. “So ready.”
