‘How about I kiss you, Freya?’ he said, but it didn’t sound like a request, more like a demand.
She breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Yes.’
But instead of capturing her lips with his, he bent his head to lick the thundering pulse in her neck, igniting a firestorm of need.
‘You taste sweeter than honey, Freya.’
He nibbled and sucked at the sensitive skin, until her breath was sawing out in harsh, ragged pants and the hot spot between her thighs ached. The friction where her breasts were flattened against his chest only added to the sensory overload.
‘Put your arms around my neck,’ he demanded.
Her arms were heavy, feeble—but somehow, she managed to do as he asked. And his marauding mouth landed on her lips at last.
He lowered one hand to cradle her bottom, and tuck her tight against him, until she could feel a thick ridge in his trousers.
‘Delicious…’ he growled, the playful tone gone. ‘You’re so damn hot I might die if I don’t devour you in the next two seconds.’
She shivered, stunned by the urgent tone—the cynicism and amusement stripped away until all she could hear was the need. Power rushed through her, making her light-headed. Her core clenched and released as she squirmed against the hard length, already desperate to feel it inside her.
Grasping his rough cheeks, she yanked his mouth back to hers as naked need consumed her and whispered against his lips: ‘Don’t wait another second, then.’
He grunted his approval. Then his lips slanted across hers, capturing her panting breaths, taking her mouth with an urgency, a purpose that only increased her need.
A loud bang made her jolt. But the bright shimmers exploding in the night sky and showering them with colour and light were nothing compared to the thrilling sensations as the fabric panel gave way. His tongue tangled with hers, dancing and retreating, making her moan and shudder, her fingers fisting in his hair, while his thumb brushed her exposed nipple.
She gasped, sensation rocketing down to throb and gushing into her panties. She threw her head back, sucking in air, the fireworks cascading over them somehow inside her.
His lips found the aching tip of her breast. He circled her nipple with his tongue, the sensations in her sex winding tight, so raw, so rough she could barely breathe.
He captured the engorged peak, trapping it against the roof of his mouth. She bucked against his hold, scared now by the intensity of the sensations gripping her. She cried out, the coil tightening, until she felt as if she were on the edge of a terrible abyss… Desperate to cling to that high wide ledge, while also desperate to plunge over and discover what was on the other side.
‘Yes… More.’ Her hoarse pleas came from a million miles away, piercing the vicious fog of pleasure he controlled so effortlessly.
He grunted as her fingers tugged the silky locks of his hair. She had to cling on. But his mouth kept working her tender flesh, her exposed nipple raw with sensation. His large hand gripped her thigh to hook her leg over his hip.
With her back braced against the cold marble, the huge ridge in his pants pressed at last against the aching spot in her panties. She writhed, struggled, to rub herself against the hard bar and relieve the pain.
He tugged on her nipple with his teeth, forcing her higher still, while his thumb worked the other tip, which also begged for his attention. The raw heat rose like an inferno building from the throbbing spot trapped against his rigid erection.
Another crashing bang had lights exploding all around her. And showering her with sensation, just as the exquisite pleasure burst free—surging and soaring through her—and wrenching her apart. She shuddered and shook, crying out, riding that endless crest, and plunged head first off the ledge.
CHAPTER FOUR
‘Damn,didyoujust come?’
Theo cupped Freya’s chin to raise her face to his. She was shaking, but then so was he.
What the hell? One minute he’d been teasing her, enjoying her bold demands, the fierce rebellion in her eyes… And the next his hunger had overwhelmed him. The hunger he never allowed to get out of control—that fierce, feral desire that he had learned to keep on lockdown to prove he was no longer that desperate boy who had consumed anything he could grab hold of before it could be ripped from his grasp.
He could still smell her arousal, still feel her nipple swelling against his tongue, still hear her moans as he’d rocked the painful erection against her as if he were humping her like a dog.
She blinked, those wide eyes as dazed as they were dazzling. The final firework shower reflected in the mossy green, making them sparkle like emeralds in the dying light.
‘I… I think so,’ she said, as if she didn’t know.
‘Mr Caras?’
He glanced over his shoulder to find one of his assistants standing on the edge of the trees not far away.
