Steam curls around me as Slade lifts me from the bath, his hands sure, steady, possessive in a way that feels like worship disguised as restraint.The towel is warm when he wraps it around me, but his hands are warmer—slow against my hips, guiding me back into the bedroom where candles flicker like they’re bowing to him.
He doesn’t rush—doesn’t speak. He just watches me in that molten, hungry way that makes something inside me unspool completely.
When he reaches me, he takes his time unwrapping the towel from my body, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor. His gaze drags down the length of me like he’s memorizing every inch, and his breath deepens—barely noticeable, except I’m watching him as closely as he’s watching me.
“Come here,” he murmurs, voice low, velvety, and threaded with something darker. Something inevitable.
He backs me toward the bed with unhurried steps, his fingers brushing up my sides as if he’s checking that I haven’t changed my mind—without actually asking. I don’t pull away. My body knows exactly what it wants.
He sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls me forward by the hips, guiding me to stand between his knees.
Then his hands slide behind my thighs. And the shift in him is immediate. His voice drops, roughened by want. “Piper… I’m done waiting.”
The words melt straight through me. Heat blooms across my skin. Every nerve stands awake.
Before I can answer, he leans in and kisses the inside of my thigh—slow, lingering, reverent. His fingers flex against my hips, urging me just a little closer.
Another kiss, higher. Another. Then his breath ghosts over the very place I’m aching.
I grip his shoulders automatically, my knees threatening to give out. “Yes, Gods, I want this.” Slade groans—a low, broken sound like tasting me is the first relief he’s had in centuries. And then he drags his tongue against my heat.
My breath hits the air in a sharpcry. I feel him smile against my skin, dark and pleased and utterly undone. “Slade—”
“Lie back,” he murmurs without lifting his mouth. “Now.”
The command threads through me like a spell, and I obey without thinking, sinking onto the bed as he pulls me to the edge, hands strong under my thighs.
Then he tastes me again. And again. Slow at first—deep, unhurried strokes that pull helpless sounds from my throat—then more insistent, more claiming, like he knows exactly how long he’s wanted this and has no intention of pretending otherwise.
His grip tightens when my hips arch.
“Good,” he breathes against me. “Don’t hide from me. Let me feel you.”
The dominance isn’t sharp. It’s velvet wrapped around steel. It makes me want tomelt into him, to open for him, to offer more without being asked.
His tongue circles me, deeper this time, and my hands fly to the sheets, twisting. I’m shaking by the time he finally pulls back, his mouth wet, his pupils blown wide.
He wipes his thumb along his lower lip, tasting me there too. “Piper,” he says quietly, intensely, “I’ve wanted that since the moment you summoned me.”
He crawls over me, caging me in without touching me fully, his breath warm against my cheek.
“And now,” he whispers, voice like dark silk sliding over my skin, “I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting.” He kisses me—slow, deep, tasting of me and hunger and the promise of what comes next. “And you’re going to take it,” he murmurs against my lips. “Every. Last. Bit.”
The room tilts, my pulse stumbling under the weight of him. Slade finally lowers his full bodyover mine, his arms locking mine above my head into place.
He nudges me apart with his knees, leaning back, spreading my legs wider before seating himself at my entrance.
I whimper, reaching to touch him—only to receive a sharp smack to my thigh.
“Tsk, tsk. I haven’t given you permission yet, little witch.”
I snarl, and he grins, running his hands along my body, cupping my full breasts before teasing the nipples with feather-light flicks that make my breath stutter. I squirm beneath him, crying out when he pinches one, then smacks the other.
“Yes,” he murmurs, satisfaction dripping from every word. “Let me hear you.”
I lift my head, eyeing his dick—because I absolutely did hit the luck department with Slade. I bite my bottom lip, and he instantly tracks the movement like it’s a spell cast just for him.
“Piper, be a good girl,” he warns, taking his thumb and circling my clit once in a motion that steals my breath. His tone drops to something dark and dangerous. “Or I’ll withhold your second orgasm.”
