She was naked before him, every inch of her exposed to the firelight and to him, her skin alive with tingling anticipation, her pulse racing so hard she could feel it in her fingertips.
And he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Jakobav shifted forward, breaking his lazy sprawl as his hands found the backs of her thighs, tracing upward in a slow, possessive sweep, his thumbs pressing into her skin just enough to make her shiver. He looked up at her then, gaze burning like she was a prize he’d fought for and would never give back.
Ella leaned toward him, drawn by instinct, her lips parting in the faintest invitation, but his palm came to rest firm against her stomach, holding her upright, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice a low command that left no room for argument.
Her breath caught, the denial only fanning the ache inside her.
“Tell me you want to be here,” he said.
“Yes,” she breathed, the word falling from her without hesitation, despite the faint tremble of her thighs.
He didn’t break eye contact or rush. His grip only tightened, the unspoken message thrumming through her: she wasn’t leaving this space without knowing exactly what they were to each other.
He still didn’t kiss her. His mouth found the inside of her wrist instead, brushing a single warm line there, right over the black rose mark, barely enough to count as a touch yet enough to set every nerve alight.
She swayed closer without meaning to, evidence of the want pooling between her thighs, the wine still humming in her blood and dissolving the boundaries she never thought they’d cross.
“Good,” Jakobav murmured, his voice threaded with approval that sent a shiver racing through her. “Now spread your legs wider for me.”
Her breath stuttered.
His grip guided her knees apart, forcing her open before him, and she realized with a jolt of shock that she’d never obeyed a command so quickly, so eagerly. She prayed he might show her mercy and touch her soon, because the ache between her legs was already unbearable.
His fingers gripped higher on her thighs, anchoring her there, and then, without warning, one hand skimmed over the slope of her hip while the other slid between her legs. Heat seared through her at his touch, unhurried, exploratory, until at last he pressed one finger inside her, then two, finding a rhythm that tore a gasp from her lips. His other hand slid around andcupped her backside, but he didn’t let her go or let her escape that deep, relentless pressure building inside her.
The feeling was exquisite in a way that felt almost unbearable.
“You’re drenched for me already. The memory of that scent has been torturing me. I’ve thought of little else besides the need to taste it again,” he said, his voice pitched low and dangerous.
Gods, the way he said it had her rocking against his hand, fucking his fingers while he tightened his hold on her ass. His rhythm was steady and consuming, his thumb brushing the point of pleasure that made her shudder.
“Good girl.” His lips brushed her throat, his teeth grazing her skin. “That’s it. Bounce for me.” Then he bit her, just hard enough to make her shiver. He wasn’t rushing. Every movement was intentional, meant to keep her straining on the edge, as if he found satisfaction in the very act of denying her the release she begged for without words.
“Keep going. Just like that.” Jakobav’s tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek in a way that could have wrecked Ella forever.
“Let me feel you. Every drop of wetness, every tremor, just for me. I want to drown in your arousal.”
Before she could fall apart entirely, he pulled his fingers free and guided her onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips as she faced him. She ground her hips against his hard length, desperate for more friction. As if sensing where her mind had gone, he freed himself, fisting his cock lazily. Her lips parted without permission, a moan slipping free.
He watched her reaction like he could live on it.
One of his palms slid to her waist, then up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing a slow circle over the peaked center. His other hand dropped between her thighs, fingers sliding through her heat before pressing back inside her, deep, the movementcoaxing a gasp straight from her chest. Then he leaned in, taking one nipple into his mouth, slow and savoring.
Ella’s boldness sparked hot, and she reached for his cock, desperate to feel him inside her, but he caught her hand with the one that was cupping her breast, guiding it away with unerring control. His other hand never faltered—his fingers kept moving inside her, steady and devastating, as if nothing could break his focus.
Gods, this man can multitask.
“Not so fast, Ella. I want you dripping and so desperate you can’t stand another second without me taking you.”
She shook her hand free and gripped him in defiance, sliding her palm along his full length, her breath catching at the sheer weight of him. “Fuck,” she murmured, half in awe, the word slipping from her lips as she tried to take in what seemed impossibly beyond her grasp.
Before she could go further, Jakobav caught her wrist again and guided her hand up behind his neck. “Leave it here. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Another shiver coursed through her with a reckless thrill of temptation. For a heartbeat, she considered testing him. Instead, she curled her fingers into his hair right as he brushed her over her clit, circling the spot with unwavering friction, the combination so overwhelming her body chose obedience for her.
