Satisfied, she leans forward. “I told you I could do it.”
My eyes lock onto the glimpse of creamy breasts above her neckline. “Sweetheart, if you think I ever doubted you, you haven’t been listening to my prayers.”
I grab her hips, dragging her to the edge of the table, slamming her groin against mine. A pent-up gasp rattles up her throat, her breath fogging the steamy air. I finally free my belt with a sharpsnapthat makes her moan with desire.
She runs her hand up her velvet bodice, toying with the lace neckline, dragging her fingernails feather-soft over the rise and fall of each perfect breast.
“Fuck me,” she commands softly, her eyelids half-lowered.
Ready and willing, little violet.But, as I grip her thighs, a muscle twitches around my eye. This time, something feels different. I’ve always been the dominant one when it comes to sex, bending her to my submission with bound hands or sharp commands she doesn’t dare disobey. She’s always liked it. Begged me for it, even. But that look in her eye now?
She’staking charge.
Not that I mind, exactly. Hell, she could command me to crawl after her on my hands and knees like a dog, and I’d thank her for the pleasure. But…that gleam in her eye is a power play I don’t recognize.
During the Gloaming, I gave her everything—followed her lead, moved at her rhythm, let her hunger set the pace. But now, I’m starting to wonder if what she needs isn’t just blind submission. If I submit, it might stoke the darker fae tendencies in her that crave power.
So, I purposefully slow the pace, taking my time unbuttoning my pants, drawing myself to my full height, towering above her. An anchor, grounding her before she drifts too far.She’sstill what matters here—her need. But maybe I can keep her from burning too bright.
She huffs, impatient, hips wiggling as she reaches for my pants buttons.
I cuff her wrist,tsk-tsking. “Such a hurry?”
In response, she rolls her hips against my groin with nothing but pure sin on her mind. “Don’t tease me, Basten.Touchme.”
“You’re getting bolder, little violet,” I say deeply. “But you’re stillmine. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”
She narrows her eyes, sly and sexy.
Slowly—testingly—I give her what she wants. A hand curled around the back of her neck, fingers twisting ever so slightly in her hair. My other hand drops between her legs, stroking her through the soaked fabric of her panties.
A moan tears out of her. She bucks against me, searching for more friction, and I test how much I can hold her back.
“Beg me for it,” I say softly.
Her eyes flash, her tongue snaking out in a way that shows her incisors. Sharp. Dangerous. “What if I don’t want to beg anymore?”
My heartbeat kicks up a warning.
I lean in close to her ear, plunging my thumb under her panties to tease the hot, slippery button there, and from the way her eyes roll back, I know I’ve brought her back tothis. This moment.
I growl, “Then I’ll fuck that pretty throat until you forget how to speak entirely.”
Her thighs tighten around my hips, as she runs her palms over my shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric, ready to rip it off. Buttons snap free under her newfound strength. It isn’t long before the shirt is forgotten on the floor.
Her fingers curl around my bare shoulders, her grip growing more possessive as it moves down my body to the bulge in my pants. Locking her eyes to mine, she unbuttons my pants and takes out my heavy cock.
She rocks her hips to line up with mine.
“I’m begging, Basten Bowborn,” she says, eyes locked on me. “For you to make me scream so damn loud every bird in the kingdom takes flight.”
A ripple of pleasure—and a twinge of surprise—rolls through me. Fuck, I’ve never heard such words on my little violet’s lips before. Filthy. Sinful. Far from the innocent virgin I took behind a waterfall, at least at first blush—but I’m not fooled. Even then, I saw the wildness in her.
I anchor one hand on her hip to hold her steady, still stroking and teasing her wet cunt with my knuckle. I keep at it, punishing her until her little whimpers arerealbegging.
As a reward, I take her in one thrust.
My cock slams deep inside her—and fuck, it feels amazing. Her head falls back, a gasp escaping her lips. With her hair loose down her back, I can’t stop myself from wrapping it around my fist, guiding her to arch her back more.
