She swallowed. He was big. Almost intimidatingly so. What if—
His finger curling beneath her chin redirected her gaze up.
‘Too damn slow,’ he rasped, his tone full of hungry gravel.
With his other hand he knocked her fingers out of the way. Then the whip of his belt sliding free whistled through the room, sending further shivers racing through her. Somehow, beingdeprived of watching him complete the undressing heightened every last sizzling nerve. Or perhaps it was the slow morphing of the shadows and ice to pure fire and hunger that held her in thrall.
Whatever it was, she couldn’t look away from him as he propelled her back into the wall and commanded her to ‘Stay.’
Then Valenti proceeded to undress her at his infuriating leisure, entirely contrary to his own demand.
Lotte felt every stitch teased off her body, every maddening, shiver-inducing pause as he inhaled sharply, his own fingers lingering over her clavicle. Her inner arms and wrists. The upper slopes of her breasts. The outer curve of her hips.
But with each caress, she realised he was gauging her reaction. Studying her gasps and moans the way he observed every private and public interaction.
Seeking signs of a change of heart? Or taking ownership of every crumb of her pleasure?
She gasped when without warning, he dropped into a crouch before her. Insistent fingers hooked into her lace panties, and with his eyes still on her face, Valenti slowly drew them down and away.
Only then did he conduct a thorough inspection of her body, leaving her even more exposed and naked than before.
She’d wanted to be seen. Now there was nowhere to hide. Inside or out.
‘So maddeningly breathtaking,’ he muttered, almost to himself. ‘Is this what you wanted,querida? Incite that beautiful chaos so I end up at your feet?’ he demanded thickly, while showing zero signs of subservience.
In any other being, she would’ve been truly puzzled as to how he could be on his knees and still command so much power and presence.
In Valenti Domene it came as naturally as the royal blood running through his veins. She imagined that even shackled and blindfolded, he would still command armies.
‘Only if that’s where you want to be.’
For some reason, her hushed response made his nostrils flare, his eyes darkening and pupils dilating.
‘Alas, it seems as if I have very little choice,’ he stated with that customary solemnity that made her heart lurch.
Before she could dig into what that meant, he was lifting her leg. Tossing it over his shoulder in an utterly masterful move that bared her sex to his intense gaze.
‘Dios mío.Very little choice, indeed,’ he said throatily. Then fused his mouth to her slick flesh, tasting and devouring while she cried out in sublime unparalleled pleasure.
Every bone in Lotte’s body melted as her fingers dug through his lush hair, gripping tight as he spun sorcery around her senses. ‘Oh… God!’
He eased the pressure, teasing mercilessly with his tongue so she remained dancing on the edge as he rasped, ‘You like that?’
‘Ja!Please, more,’ she pleaded. ‘I want… I want…’ Despite the very carnal act, she couldn’t quite articulate her need, her face flaming as he shamelessly explored her.
‘You’ll get what you deserve,mi preciosa,’ he promised darkly.
Another minute was all he required to crack her wide open, to push her over the edge so she could drop straight into unrivalled bliss. Lotte was wrapped tight in her climax when he rose, her pliant body draped over one shoulder as he headed to the bed and tossed her onto it.
The sublime drug of her release was nowhere near dissipated when he plucked a condom from the bedside drawer and catching both her hands in his, urged her to draw it over his engorged cock.
Her senses reawakened to eager life as she watched his head drop back, a starkly sexy grimace catch on his face as she moved her hands over him.
‘Enough,litla norn,’ he bit out on her third stroke.
A saucy smile curved her lips, delight still dancing within her. ‘I’m a little witch? Does that make you a sorcerer?’ she mused.
Dragging her exploring hands above her head, Valenti braced himself above her, then took her tempting lips in another kiss, his obvious hunger feeding hers. When the need for air drove them apart, he kissed his way to her throat, then bit her earlobe. At her gasp, he laughed, low and deep.
