“I literally threw myself at you earlier,” she reminded him.
He grinned briefly before his gaze darkened so leeringly that her thighs clenched. His tongue darted out over his lips, and he bent, hands wrapping beneath her bottom and squeezing. She groaned as his fingers grabbed her ass, and the next thing she knew, her feet were off the ground, and her legs were wrapped around his waist.
He leaned forward, their lips brushing. “I’m such an idiot.”
She grinned against his mouth, savoring the salty taste of him on her tongue.
Her eyes fluttered close at the feeling of his lips on her throat, the bite of his teeth tugging against her skin. She hugged his head into the crook of her neck, feeling herself growing wetter and wetter as he sucked on her flesh. His teeth tugged on her collarbone, and she threaded her hands in his hair, his hands gripping her thighs hard.
He pulled back briskly, leaving her to hold herself on his body as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her once more. She felt him move, hand traveling back down her body, and she heard her bed move, felt her body be leaned back against the mattress. Her fingers trailed his stern chest, and she allowed herself the liberty of memorizing the scars along his torso, the feeling of his mark beneath her fingertips.
But Nadir moved, and she gasped audibly when he pulled her breast from beneath the corset to suck on her hardened nipple. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. His hand was trailing her inner thigh, and she muttered his name beneath her breath just before he touched her folds over the fabric. She felt him smile against her skin, teeth teasing her breast, and she heard a low chuckle emit from his lips.
“Hello, Princess,” he mocked.
She heard a laugh leave her, and she grabbed his face to pull him up to her lips once more. She reached between them, barely able to concentrate as he teased her, and she felt his hardened length beneath her palm.
“Hello, Commander,” she groaned.
She groaned into his mouth, and she felt his body exhale into her as though he were sighing out his submission. She pushed him back, rolling them so that she was over him, and he grasped her thigh in his hand to pull around his waist. Her hand moved, and together they unbuckled his pants, freeing his length from beneath it as he shuffled the trousers to the floor.
She nearly gasped at the size of him in her petite hand, but she didn’t have a moment to consider it. He was kissing her again, his hand threading around her exposed bottom. She groaned into him, and he pulled back, a soft smile on his face.
“Do you like that?” he asked as his grip tightened. She bit her lip and nodded, hips pushing into his. He slapped her ass hard then, and she couldn’t help but whimper delightedly. His smile widened as he leaned into her throat and bit her skin.
“Tell me you like when I spank you, Princess,” he teased.
“Yes,” she managed.
He pulled back, mouth catching hers in a needing kiss, and his hand rested over her throat. “Oh, you’re going to be so much fun,” he smirked, that thumb brushing her trachea.
And the wickedness in his eyes caused her heart to skip.
“Has anyone ever played with you before?” he asked.
“What… what do you mean?” she managed.
His fingers trailed over her hip and dared to delve between her thighs. He pushed her underwear to the side, and she jerked when the pad of his middle finger tickled her folds. “I mean…” His words ceased as he dipped his finger lower, and he cursed out loud. As though he hadn’t expected her to be as wet as she was.
Bewildered wonderment rose in his eyes as he looked at her, and she gently rocked into his hand. “All this for me?” he whispered, almost a neediness in his tone.
Her eyes fluttered at the deliberation of it, how slow and teasing he was… as though he were restraining himself from delving in all at once so he could watch her reactions.
Architects, she wondered if she was dreaming… if perhaps her fantasy from earlier was playing out in her head and not in real life. But as he paused and she inhaled his scent, she realized this was real.
Nadir was in her bed, and he wanted her.
“Tell me I can take you, Princess,” he said, voice dropping. “Tell me you want this. Tell me I can play until you scream and forget your name. Tell me that for the next two days, you’re mine.”
Nyssa swallowed as he lifted to hover over her. His digit pulled from between her thighs, and he wrapped his hand on her hip as though he were waiting on her to agree before he went any further.
“Tell me, Princess,” he asked, voice straining.
He wasbeggingfor her.
“Tell me I can have you,” he almost pleaded.
Her breaths jagged as she met that desperate gaze, jaw trembling in anticipation.
