He chuckled darkly. “How do you know about blue balls and their effect, dragonfly?”
“Is that what you call them? Do they actually turn blue?”
“Mine have never done so, and I hope they never do. I take myself in hand when attention is required. Now. Enough questions.”
She gave him an arch look, but slid her hand behind his neck. “Now that my curiosity has been satisfied on so many levels, resisting you should be easier than slicing pie.”
“I don’t think I’m the only one who’s overconfident in my abilities,” he murmured.
“I’ll never fathom why you believe yourself so irresistible,” she murmured back.
“I don’t think I’m irresistible,” he confessed. “At least not to everyone. But I am to you, just as you are to me. Because we both feel this thing between us.”
“This thing?” She asked with a mischievous smile and dropped her other hand to his waist. “This thing?” She repeated, and stroked the length of him behind his trousers.
He bucked against her touch, all of his senses suddenly alive. “You’re playing with fire, dragonfly,” he warned.
“Not if I’m the only one who holds the matches, miner,” she said as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Her eyes shone and she licked her bottom lip as she stared at the way he was reacting to her presence. She slid a single finger along his waistband. “There were other illustrations in the books Arie showed us.”
“Other illustrations?” He asked, his voice strangled and hoarse.
“Yes,” she said with a purr. “Other illustrations. Illustrations of things I’ve thought about doing to you. Illustrations of things I think will make you beg for your relief against my tongue and my mercy.”
Cadoc closed his eyes. If she was proposing what he thought she was proposing, he didn’t trust himself to hold onto even the barest vestige of control. He looked down at her, and his breath caught in his chest. Her eyes were more green than gold, and her lips were the dusty pink of the sunset and all he could think about with every atom of his being was what her face would look like when she took his cock in her mouth. “Do it, dragonfly,” he entreated. “Make me beg.”
She stroked his length through the fabric again, her eyes a trifle hazy on his. “I don’t know if I should. I don’t think you’ll be able to remain silent. There’ll be no shouting or groaning. We wouldn’t want to arouse more suspicion than we already have.”
Her teasing would be the death of him. He held her gaze as he unbuttoned the placket of his trousers and shoved them to his hips. His arousal rose strong and proud between them and he watched as she licked her lips again. He barely stifled his groan.
“Show me how you want to be touched,” she commanded.
His hips bucked toward her of their own accord as all the dreams he’d kept buried from the night before flooded him. Cadoc set his hand to his cock and gave it a tight, firm stroke from root to tip. Her eyes glazed even further and she sighed.
“Just like that,” she said.
He stroked it again and she leaned forward so he rested against her mouth. When her tongue emerged from her parted lips and she licked around the head of his cock, he surged again and groaned.
“I said you have to be quiet,” she remonstrated as those dusty pink lips wrapped around him.
He lifted a fist to his own mouth and bit down on his knuckles as he tangled his other hand in her hair to hold her fast to him.
“Mmmm,” she throatily exhaled, and he felt the vibration of her approval all along the length of his throbbing shaft.
Cadoc looked down at her again, her mouth full of his cock, and her eyes on his full of wicked intent, and he surrendered to the sweet suction as she drew him against the roof of her mouth. In that moment, Cadoc knew he was lost and there was no turning back. The knowledge of how wholly he was hers was like an inescapable anvil that weighed him down as he thrust into the warm cavern she offered him.
“I think it is I who will emerge the victor, this time,” she said as she leaned away before she took him again.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jessclosedhereyesand stroked the flat of her tongue against the slick steel of him and knew that she was the one who held all the power. His eyes had closed and his head was tipped back and his fist was in his mouth to stifle the growls he couldn’t quite smother. In this, he was wholly hers and she knew she was more than the victor. She was the bloodied conqueror who left ravagement and chaos in her wake.
This was his surrender and her conquest and she relished the sense of triumph. He was truly, irrevocably at her mercy. Just as she had been at his in the library the night before. The sharp knife of joy she suddenly knew was love, slashed through her. Whatever the future held for them, even if it was nothing more than the knowledge he was helpless at her hand, was enough to fill her with a fierce joy she couldn’t contain.
His thrusts became more forceful, and she widened her mouth and gripped his cock with her hand before delicately stroking the testes that knocked against her chin with every surge of his hips.He was wild and unhinged and savage and taking from her and falling under her spell at the same time.
“Fuck, dragonfly,” he groaned around his fist.
