“Tell me,” he barked.
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
Now he seemed to have gotten a taste for his power over me, and a wicked smirk crossed his face. Still holding me down with one hand, he said, “Call me ‘my lord.’”
I rolled my eyes as the romance faded a little. “Severn…”
“Say it.”
But I complied. “My lord.”
“Look at me. Now call me ‘master.’” He ground his hips against me again, making me gasp.
I met his gaze. “Master.”
Pressure was building between my legs, and I wasn’t sure what would happen if he didn’t relieve it. I felt like I was in danger of fracturing apart. He tore at my shirt, ripping the thin straps, pulling it inexpertly off my body. And then he fumbled with the zipper of my shorts, never taking his eyes off mine.
He tugged my shorts partway down over my hips and then plunged his hand down them, finding my panties. He stroked my core through the thin fabric. I squirmed and moaned in exquisite pleasure.
“I don’t care if you hate me for this,” he murmured as his hand started to move faster. “I can’t get you out of my head. Since that kiss at Locke’s party. Then the island. God, that nearly killed me. It’s taken all my strength not to shove you up against a wall and take you. You taunt me with your short dresses, your bare skin. Don’t you know how tortured I’ve been? Seeing you but never getting to touch? Craving your smell? Your taste?”
As if to prove it, he kissed me again deeper than he had before. I shuddered with pleasure. But at the same time, the terrible pain of unfulfilled need was tormenting me.
He pulled back, holding my gaze, as he tugged my shorts the rest of the way off with one hand and then began unbuttoning his own pants. After some adjusting, he poised himself above me.
“And this won’t be enough, Willow. After I get this taste, I’m only going to want more. Fae hunger is never satisfied. I’m warning you.”
I felt myself nodding—I would have agreed to anything then to keep his lips on me. He lowered his hips a teasing inch, and his bare erection pushed against my hips. I gasped. My muscles contracted, already wanting to pull him closer. He released my wrists and sat up on his knees. He grabbed me by the waist and tugged my hips closer to his.
He pushed my legs apart. They trembled in anticipation.
He took a moment to appreciate my body laid out before him. There was a gleam in his eyes that made them turn one shade darker.
“You’re beautiful,” he muttered. “Perfection.”
Then he leaned over me again, gripping my wrist with one hand while he bore down on me with his hips. His cock rubbed against my entrance, teasing me. Every nerve he touched sparked and sizzled. I writhed under him, desperate to have him fill me.
“You’re so wet,” he purred into my ear. “Ready for me.”
I gasped as the tip of his cock continued to tease my outer edges. He positioned himself over me and began to push between my legs. The pressure was both painful and exquisite at the same time. I might have been a virgin, but I was also a progressive virgin—I’d had a vibrator for years, and my body was used to being toyed with. But it had never been filled by a man. Certainly never a man like Severn.
With every inch that he pushed into me, I threw back my head and breathed heavily. His grip tightened on my wrists, holding me down. His hair, loose and wild, brushed against my face and mixed with the sweat dripping from his brow.
He grabbed my chin to jerk my face toward his. “Look at me. I want to watch your face while I claim you.”
I opened my eyes, but they were in danger of rolling back in my head. With a grunt, he thrust himself into me, filling me entirely. I cried out weakly. It quickly turned into a moan. The pain was nothing compared to the delicious weight of Severn on top of me. He gazed down at me with eyes clouded over with lust, buried to the hilt between my legs. The sounds of the city felt impossibly far off, and I couldn’t believe that we weren’t in some dream. This couldn’t be real.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Good girl.”
He eased out and began pushing in again with slow, slick thrusts. I heard the sounds of our bodies sliding together and thought it was the most arousing thing I’d ever heard. I began to move my hips in rhythm with his. He closed his eyes like he was overcome with sensation and thrust harder, faster.
“Say it again,” he ordered. “Master.”
“Master.”
He thrust with a grunt. “Again.”
“Master.”
