“Don’t move,” I snarl against her shoulder, withdrawing my fingers abruptly.
She whimpers at the sudden loss. I shift, pulling her away from the table, toward the plush rug in front of the crackling hearth, guiding her to the edge of the low coffee table. I make her sit there, eyes wide and utterly confused.
Unbuckling my belt, the leather snaps. It’s a sharp, commanding sound in the quiet room. I let my trousers fall to the floor. My erection springs free, hard and demanding. I stand between her legs, spreading them wide, forcing her gaze to my rigid length. The soft light from the fire makes the sweat gleam on my skin. “You take this, Piper,” I say, the instruction a low, harsh breath. “You earn what comes next.”
Her hesitation lasts only a fraction of a second. The look in her eyes is hungry, desperate. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around me, her fingers surprisingly soft yet firm. She brings my length to her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine.
The immediate, scorching heat of her mouth is an electric shock. Her technique is practiced, greedy, and devastatingly perfect. She sucks me deeply, relentlessly, her throat working, her eyes glistening with tears of need and arousal. I clench my fists, digging my nails into my palms to keep from coming instantly. The sounds shemakes—soft mumbles, little gasps—reverberate through my core.
I lean down, my hands gripping the back of her head, guiding her pace, the rhythm of my control absolute. “Good girl. Take it all.”
I endure the exquisite torment for what feels like an eternity, every nerve ending screaming. When I know I’m on the brink, when the deep, shuddering climax is clawing at my control, I break away, pulling myself free with a wet smack of skin.
I lift her off the table, moving her swiftly to the floor, where I lay her back against the soft, fur-draped rug. Grabbing her ankles, I pull her legs up and open, draping them over my shoulders in a wide, utterly exposed angle.
I stare down at her, at the dark triangle I just uncovered, slick and throbbing, demanding my attention. My need to control, to claim, to worship is overwhelming.
I drop my head, burying my face in her.
The taste is intoxicating, musky, sweet, and wholly mine. I use my tongue like a weapon, tracing the delicate seams of her folds, then driving straight for the hot, swollen center of her desire. I lap, I flick, I suck, giving her absolutely no respite. I watch her face as I do it, making sure she knows she has nowhere to hide. That she is entirely at my mercy.
She begins to writhe, her fingers knotting into the deep fur of the rug, her breaths becoming ragged, panicked attempts to draw air. The sounds she makes are primal—unintelligible murmurs that turn into sharp, desperate cries.
I focus all my intent on the tiny, exquisite nub beneath my tongue, sucking her deep into my mouth with a demanding pressure.
Her body seizes. Her hips buck violently against my mouth, her back arching, Piper’s entire body rigid with pleasure. A long, shuddering cry tears from her, a sound of absolute, shattering release.
“SLADE!” she screams my name, the sound echoing off the high ceilings, a pure, unadulterated declaration of ownership and climax.
I don’t stop until the spasms fade into soft tremors. I lift my head, my face wet, my eyes locked on her dazed, sated expression.
I rise above her, grasping her knees, forcing her legs wide, and I position the tip of my erection at her entrance, slick and hot.
I don’t wait. I plunge into her, one deep, violent thrust that buries me to the hilt.
She gasps, a strangled sound of overwhelming pleasure. I lean down, covering her mouth with mine, absorbing her sharp cry as I begin to pound into her, deep and relentless. I roll us, flipping onto my back, still buried within her, but now she’s on top. I lift my head, admiring the view. I let my hand trace the curve of her waist.
“Ride me,” I command, moving her hips with my hands. “Show me what you want.”
With a moan of raw delight, she grinds against me, taking the dominance. She takes full control, swiveling her hips slowly, agonizingly so, until I’m buried deep again. She rises, dragging fire along my length, then descends, slamming down hard enough to make my teeth clench. Her eyes are half-lidded, glazed with power and lust.
She controls the flow—slow, languid circles that drive me insane with anticipation, then sudden, violent drops that steal my breath. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts, the sweat on her skin, the determination on her face. Her power, her willingness to take what she wants, is the most exquisite thing I have ever witnessed.
I lift my hands, cupping her hips and matching her rhythm. My throbbing pulse drives her harder, faster. The magic around us flares, a tangible rush of heat and energy, locking our bodies and souls together in one, final, ecstatic explosion.
I feel her collapse onto my chest, the warm weight of her body against mine. I’m breathinghard, the scent of her arousal and my own satisfaction filling my lungs, taking root deep within. I’m still buried deep inside her, the heat of our connection solid and undeniable. I have claimed her completely. She kisses my cheek, and nips at my ear, nuzzling the sensitive skin with her nose. My arm tightens around her as the realization settles deep within my bones…
I’mhome.
Chapter 37
Piper
Iwake to heat.
Not the wild, molten kind from last night—though my thighs tremble at the memory—but a softer, steadier warmth that sinks into my skin like I’m lying on the sunitself.
Slade is behind me, one muscular arm slung heavy over my waist, his breath a slow, controlled rise and fall against the back of my neck. The massive emerald duvet is tangled around our hips, half-dragged to the floor during what I can only describe as a marathon of worship and destruction. My body feels tender, used, adored. My every nerve is a hum of lingering magic.
