My grin curled slow and wicked against his skin.
“Oh?” I murmured, lips brushing over the line of his throat. I didn’t bother hiding the smugness, didn’t bother pretending I hadn’tjustbeen thinking the same damn thing.
I let the blankets slide with me as I trailed kisses down the carved lines of his chest, tasting heat and the ghost of a promise he hadn’t yet spoken but Iknewwas coming. His body shifted beneath mine, thighs parting just enough to let me settle between them.
Varyth’s breath hitched, the kind of sharp inhale thatfedme. That made me ache to unravel him piece by piece.
“Isara…” he warned. Or tried to. His voice was sleep-rough, but there was already that delicious edge creeping in. The one that said he knew exactly where this was going and was already fighting to hold on.
I glanced up through my lashes, all sugar and sin. “You said something about keeping me in this bed?”
His hand was in my hair before I even finished the sentence, fingers curling just tight enough to make my scalp tingle.
“Fuck, Isara.”
Gods, the sound of it—wrecked, already. And I hadn’t even?—
I took him in my mouth, lips wrapping around the tip of him like it was a secret I intended to savour. His hips jerked, a curse tumbling from his lips that turned into a half-growl as I dragged my tongue along the underside, tasting him like I meant to memorise every inch. As if I hadn’t already.
His free hand fisted in the sheets.
“Shit—Isara,fuck?—”
It was adesperatesound now, tight and ragged, and I felt him throb against my tongue as I sank down deeper, humming just to feel the way his whole body bucked beneath me.
Gods, he wasn’t ready.
He was always the one in control, the storm behind his eyes perfectly leashed—but like this, with my mouth on him and my name falling from his lips like a prayer—he wasmine.
I pulled back slow, letting him slip from my lips with a wet, obscene sound that had his fingers tightening in my hair like he might lose what was left of his grip.
“Did you planthistoo,” I purred, licking my lips. “Or was this just a happy accident?”
He looked down at me like I was a goddess and a fuckingcurseall wrapped in silk and teeth.
“Get back here,” he growled. “Now.”
Ismirked—gods, I couldn’t help it—and took him back into my mouth like I’d beenstarvingfor it.
His hips bucked helplessly, that beautiful, brutal body of his already vibrating with tension like a bowstring pulled too tight.
I hollowed my cheeks, dragged my tongue along the underside of him and let my hand curl around the base to hold him still.
His thighs were shaking. His grip in my hair went from possessive tobrutal, like he didn’t know whether to pull me off or push deeper. I moaned around him, and that was it.
That was the moment hesnapped.
One second I was worshipping him with my mouth, the next I was hauled up withzerowarning, the blankets kicked down and my bodyflippedlike I weighed nothing.
My knees hit the bed. Hands braced against the headboard. And then—fuck—his chest pressed to my back, heat and fury and need wrapping around me like a goddamn vice.
“You think you can just—” he snarled against my ear, one hand clamped over my hip, the other fisted tight in my hair. “Teaseme like that? Drive me out of my fucking mind and expect me to justtakeit?”
His voice was pure gravel now, wrecked and wild. Every word came out rough-edged, like he was struggling to keep fromdevouringme whole.
His hand pressed flat between my shoulder blades, forcing me down until my chest kissed the mattress.
And then he slammed into me in one brutal, claiming thrust.
