“Why?”
I glance back at him, meeting his golden-eyed gaze. “You’re a stranger to me, Sevrin. We’re in a bed together. We’re barely clothed. I’d have to be a fool to trust you.”
He leans up a little, our lips inches from each other. “Then be a fool, Harper, because I’m never going to hurt you. I’m never going to touch you unless you want me to touch you. I don’t see you as my possession. I don’t see you as my property. I seemyselfasyourpossession. I seemyselfasyourproperty. And I think that you just allow yourself to be mine as long as I makeyou happy, but that I could lose you if I ever failed to worship you the way you deserve to be.”
Well, now I just want to jump on him and fuck his brains out.
He presses a featherlight kiss to my lips and says, “Go to sleep, My Heart. You’ve had a long day, and you need to heal. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
I nod and look away, swallowing around the lump in my throat.
He adjusts himself against me, and his massive erection is right there between my thighs, making itself known. I force my eyes to close, but I’m burning up for this man. Aroused and frustrated. I know it can’t be Ebron, because he’s not near his mates, so this arousal is all for him.
For Sevrin.
I open my mouth, trying to decide how best to tell a man that I changed my mind and want to be fucked by my sensitive, overly caring, new husband, but I can’t seem to find the words. Frustrated, I close my mouth again and tell myself it’s time to get my mind out of the gutter, but I keep seeing him naked, drenched, with a cock the very gods would write about.
Fucking hell.
3
Harper
I swearto the gods that I’ve been awake all night, and that Sevrin hasn’t ever once softened, even when he was fast asleep. I’ve tried shifting away from him, but he’s kept his arms tightly around me, keeping his hard length pressed between my thighs. By now, I know I’d have soaked my underwear, if I was wearing any.
Sevrin stirs behind me. I glance back at him. His chiseled good looks are impossible to ignore. The hard lines of his jaw that look like statues carved of the gods, the dark lashes framing his eyes, his perfectly shaped brows… it’d be enough to get my thoughts going, but then there’s his body. His fucking perfect body.
“How did you sleep?” he asks, his voice groggy from sleep.
“Terribly,” I say grumpily.
“Why?” he asks, looking confused.
“You were hard all night.”
His eyes widen. “I’m sorry. Being near you is just so… challenging. I just kept thinking about all the things I want to doto you. Even in sleep, I was thinking about what your tight, little body would feel like.” He straightens. “But don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything. I will respect your need for space for as long as you need–”
“Shut up.”
He looks confused.
I turn around and face him. “Just… shut up. Okay?”
He nods, and I lean in and kiss him. Hard. So hard that I can tell I take him by surprise. So hard that when my tongue darts into his mouth, he groans, shifting to get closer.
I push him back, then climb on top of him. I rotate my hips, and he breaks our kiss long enough to let a string of curses leave his lips. His head falls back, and his hands clench my thighs, pressing me harder against him as I continue to rotate.
“Harper,” he pants. “I need to go outside. I’m not going to be able to control myself much longer. You’re going to make me explode. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
“Maybe I want to make you explode,” I tell him, biting my way down his neck.
He growls. “Harper, don’t play with me… I can’t handle it. It’s been several years since I last–”
Reaching between us, I push down his cotton pants and let his cock fly free. My hand grabs ahold of his ridiculously long and thick cock, and I start stroking him. He’s cursing again. His hands are no longer on my hips but on his face, rubbing it as if trying to keep himself together.
I can’t wait any longer. I reach for the hem of my nightgown and pull it off. Adjusting his cock, I level it at my folds and then drag myself along his length.
“Harper!” he shouts.
