I kiss him hard and quick, then scramble out of his grasp. I stumble toward my closet and dig into my underwear drawer. I pull out the box of condoms and rip it open with trembling fingers. I jump back into his lap with a fistful of latex and a bright grin.
Magic burns through my body, and I speak the words. “Take me to bed.”
Embers swirl around us. I’m buffeted with hot and cold air that thrums with our pounding hearts. And then, we disappear between the realms.
thirty
A Moment Frozen in Time
We land on his pallet of blankets and pillows with a fierywhoomph. Rhaz grabs the neck of my shirt in both hands and jerks it apart. The loud rip of material makes me jolt, my nerves alight with anticipation. The animalistic groan that escapes him when he sees I’m not wearing a bra is intoxicating.
He cradles my lower back as his lips trace my collarbones down to my breasts. His kisses scorch down to my soul. It dances for him. Only him.
I circle my hips on his lap, chasing the sensation his lips are building in my core. His tongue circles my nipple and I moan as I watch the forked tip slide over either side before meeting at the top. He squeezes them together, pinching me gently before moving his mouth to my other breast. I can’t look away, transfixed by this demon making easy work of an orgasm with just his tongue against my nipples.
He sucks the other into his mouth, hiding the delicious things his tongue is doing behind dark lips. His fangs graze me as he sucks, pulling more of my breast into his mouth. The sharp sensation is at the edge of too much, and my hands fly to his horns. The condoms scatter beside us and the ridiculousness of it makes me laugh.
A laugh that’s quickly cut off by another moan. One second I think I want to push him away, but the next he’s coaxing so much pleasure from the hurt that I don’t ever want it to stop.
I grind on him harder, earning satisfied grunts from my fiery ifrit. He cups my ass in his massive palms, guiding me faster. I can’t stand another second of the remaining clothes between us.
I grab his black tank in my fists and pull, just as he had done to me. The shirt rips down the middle and I keep tearing until he’s free of it. Frenzied desperation and a need for more overtake us. More skin, more pleasure, more pain.
He throws me off his lap and down to the bed. I bounce against the soft pillow with another giddy giggle. He towers over me on hands and knees as his tail works the button of my jeans. His presence is all-consuming. Powerful. But instead of shrinking beneath him, I grow. Bolder, stronger, hungrier.
I grab the waist of his pants, pulling him closer as I work the buckle of his belt. The leather snaps against my hand and some spark glints in Rhazan’s eyes. He grabs the belt from me and pulls it free.
Using his hand and his tail, he wraps the leather around my joined wrists, then pushes them overhead. He drops to his elbow and uses his other hand to pull down my pants.
“Why do you always want me tied up?” I ask, basking in his heat.
“So you can’t squirm away,” he murmurs, then gives me a languid kiss. When he pulls back, he has a sheepish smile.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I can’t have you touching me yet.” He squeezes the leather restricting my hands. “So I don’t end the fun before it begins.”
I can’t withhold my smile. I’ve never felt so adored or cherished. He wants to make this last and make it important. I want that too, but damn it, I wanted to get my hands on him.
“That frustration feels delightful,” he says, then kisses me again. “I like when you yearn for the control I hold just out of your reach. I like hearing you beg for it.”
“I want to touch you,” I whisper, hoping my plea will get through to him—but some part of me hopes it won’t.
I like not having the reins for once. I like being pressed against the bed, forced to come, chained and splattered with wax. I like when he takes control and lets me stop thinking so I can just enjoy what he’s doing. Whatwe’redoing.
“Let me touch you,” I say, forcefully.
“No,” he says with a smirk. “I don’t think I will.”
There’s a snap and the belt buckle pulls tight above my head. Fiery chains connect it to the wall, keeping me detained. He slides down my body and pushes my pants all the way off,revealing another new pair of cute panties. Nothing like the black silk and lace, but they’re red, like he is.
His eyes smolder as he stares down at them. Heat trickles up my spine as he moves his hands up my legs in slow, teasing motions. His talon hooks under the band of my underwear and he slips from one hip to the other.
“I like seeing you in red,” he says. “But I like seeing you in nothing more.”
He tugs and his sharp claw rips through the fabric. I gasp, trying to pin my knees shut to stop him, but his chest is in the way.
“Those were—
