His fingers splayed wider, and tingles skated across my body. His thumb made a lazy circle below my navel. My lips parted.
“Try again?” he asked quietly.
I couldn’t speak.
“Or would you rather I do this?”
His hand sailed higher, achingly slow. Over my ribs. He skimmed the underside of my breast and I stilled, every nerve ending blazing to life.
I watched his hand, transfixed, as it explored me. Heat flooded my core. I didn’t want to pull away. Gods help me, I wanted him to keep going.
He froze. Then his chest expanded against my back and his thumb traced another circle.
His nose brushed my neck. “You smell…so perfect. Like honey.”
“What?”
“Your…scent. Fae senses. We can…” He inhaled and breathed out slowly. “Fuck.”
I didn’t move. I had no idea what was happening.
“Aelie,” he said in a strained voice. “Don’t get worked up.”
The arm around my waist tightened. He was hard everywhere. His cock jabbed into my hip.
“You should—” He drew in a shaky breath. “You should be grateful I have any restraint left. Because if I didn’t?—”
He cut himself off, tensing.
“I’d have you on your back,” he said, strangled. “Your thighs spread for me. My mouth—my mouth between them.”
I turned in his arms.
His eyes had darkened, pupils blown so wide barely any amber remained. The civilized mask he always wore cracked, leaving something wild and ancient staring at me.
I dropped the dagger—damn.
He pressed his forehead against mine. “Say the word, and I’ll drop to my knees and show you what it’s like to be worshipped.”
He didn’t resemble Kairos anymore. There was no trace of the controlled fury in that black stare, just hunger.
My skin felt too tight and hot.
His arms began to shake. His fingers dug into my waist, and a desperate ache bloomed under his grip.
What the hell?
A low sound rumbled from his chest, and my thighs clenched. The noise went straight to my core, making me gasp. He needed to snap out of whatever had seized him. We both did.
I stared at his arm, the ink curling over taut skin.
Make him furious.
I leaned in, my mouth brushing his tattoos. He shuddered violently as I parted my lips, my teeth grazing him.
Then I bit. Hard.
His head fell back, and he hissed a curse. I sank my teeth harder.
