“New plan,” she said breathlessly. She sank down in front of him.
For hours, she had paced and panicked, powerless. Well. Not anymore. She wanted him wild. Wanted to watch him lose thatiron controluntil he abandoned every thought except her.
His member jutted thick and flushed. Her mouth watered.God, she loved how he responded to her. She would make him beg. As punishment and pleasure all at once. She knew how much he enjoyed the hot velvet of her mouth—and she understood his cues a lot more, now. Such as when he grew closer to release.
Tonight, she’d wring him dry.
“There.” She let her voice sink, low and husky. “Precisely where I want you.”
Shocked dark eyes met hers. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” She trailed a finger along his hot flesh, and it jerked even under that faint touch. “Don’t you want this?”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and let his head tip back to give her a full view. Balanced on his elbows, his legs spread with her kneeling between them, he was the very picture ofdebauchery. His shirt hung open, revealing the lean muscle of his chest, the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. His breathing had gone shallow, stomach flexing with each inhale.
And she was a vital component—she wouldundohim, piece by piece.
“Are you hoping for an apology?” he asked through gritted teeth as she blew across his engorged head.
“I know better than to expect that,darling brute.”
He grunted something that might have been a laugh if she had not taken that opportunity to lick him from base to tip. The sound broke into a strangled moan.
Oh,yes. This waspreciselywhat she wanted from him.
“That’s better,” she murmured. “Now, you be quiet. Stop me if you get too close.”
His hand wound through her hair, but he made no attempt to guide her; he merely cradled her as she licked him again, long and drawn. As always, his skin was heated underneath the press of her tongue.
She was going to enjoy this.
She brought one hand and wrapped it around his base, then sank her mouth all the way down on him. He groaned, hips jerking, and tensed as he forcibly stilled himself. She gave him a moment to regain control before moving, following the path of her mouth with her hand. He was so hard now, it felt almost painful, and she could taste his musky arousal from the moisture that beaded at his tip. When it came to her, he was always so eager.
She adored it.
Especially now, when she wanted to feel in control.
She rested one hand on his muscular thigh, a light reminder that she wanted him to remain still—yet he could overpower her any second, and slid her mouth down on him again. As she did, she used her tongue, experimenting until she found something he liked. A swirling motion across his head. She did it, again and again, until he groaned something unintelligible and his hand on her scalp tightened.
She withdrew her head. “Not yet,” she ordered him, a little sternly. “Don’t you dare…”
His head fell back as he gave a ragged gasp. “You will be the death of me, shepherdess.”
“Good.” She curled her tongue around his head, feeling the way he swelled in her hand. “Then you know how I feel about the way you left me before.”
“I know—I know. I’m sorry.” The hand in her hair relaxed, and he caressed her. “I truly didn’t know you would be so…” His voice petered away as she applied herself to him again. “Concerned.”
“Then you ought to have known better,” she pressed as she resurfaced.
“I know… Next time—”
“There will be no next time.”
His breath shuddered. “Aurelia—”
“Therewill beno next time.” She used her teeth to gently graze down the side of his shaft, and his thighs trembled from the force of keeping still. When he throbbed, she raised her head. “Did you hear me?”
He watched her, half rueful, half in awe, his eyes luminous and deep. “What monster have I unleashed on the world?”
