His hand slid up my thigh, bunching the fabric of my dress as he went. I arched into his touch, wanting more,needingmore.
Varythchuckled darkly, his teeth grazing my pulse. “So responsive.” His breath was hot against my throat. His hand slid higher up my thigh, pushing the fabric aside.
My fingers trembled as I reached for the buttons of Varyth’s shirt, my breath coming in uneven gasps. I fumbled with the first button, and his lipscurled in a smirk, eyes flashing in amusement. But he didn’t move, didn’t help.Just watched.
The fabric parted inch by inch, revealing marble skin stretched overcoiled muscle, each ridge of his abdomen tight. My hands shook as they slid over the exposed flesh, knowing this male was built for war, for destruction, and yet here he was—letting me touch him.
“Keep going,” he ordered, his pupils blown wide with hunger.
I swallowed hard, reaching the last button, and the moment I flicked it free he shrugged the shirt off in onefluid, lethal motion. The sight of him stole every bit of air from my lungs.
Varyth’s hands found the laces at the back of my dress again, his fingers moving with a deceptive slowness, untying each knot, each binding, with a patience that sent a shiver through me.
The moment the fabric began to loosen, his lips found mine again.
Gods, his mouth.
The cool air of the room kissed my bare skin as Varyth pulled the dress away. The silken fabric whispered as it pooled at my waist, baring more of me to him.
A low, satisfied growl rumbled from his chest, and before I could even breathe, even react—his mouth descended, lips hot and ruthless as they burned a path across my stomach.
His tongue flicked, a cruel, taunting tease. His teeth scraped over my ribs, before he closed his mouth over the underside of my breast through the thin lace of my bra, sucking hard enough that I whimpered.
His hands spanned my back, his touch practiced. A sharp tug. A graze of fingers. My bra was gone.
And his mouth was on me again.
Hot, open-mouthed kisses dragging upward, devouring me inch by inch until his lips closed over my nipple, tongue swirling, teeth grazing.
A soft cry escaped my throat, my back arching, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.
“That’s it,” Varyth groaned against my skin, his breath scorching, his voice ruined. “Give me every fucking sound, Isara.”
Another moan slipped free, and Varyth bit down. A wicked nip to my nipple, a sting of pain licked away by his tongue.
My fingers fisted in his hair, tugging hard, but he didn’t let up. His mouth moved to my other breast, his lips wrapping around the neglected peak with a possessive hunger that had me shuddering beneath him.
One hand slid lower, fingers digging into my waist, gripping like he needed to pin me down, needed to keep me right there.
Beneath him.
At his mercy.
Nowhere else.
His other hand found my breast, kneading roughly, his thumb flicking over my nipple, rolling, pinching. He smirked against my skin when I moaned.
Varyth’s mouth trailed lower, his hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in as he nipped at the skin above where my dress was bunched.
“Varyth.”
He ignored me.
Or maybe he just wanted to hear me say his name again.
Varyth’s hands moved with agonising slowness, his fingers catching my dress, dragging it down my legs, my underwear sliding with it.
The discarded garments hit the floor, forgotten before they even landed. He didn’t spare them a glance. His focus was solely on me. His eyes devoured me, gliding over my skin inch by inch. His pupils dilated as he inhaled, breathing me in.
