“You have no idea how wrong you are about me, Miss Daphne.”
I stood before him, nearly naked. My nipples rubbed against the thin silk. His scent—night rain, smoke, wildherbs—was laced with something darker now. Something male. Feral. It made my mouth water. I leaned down, my hair tickling his face, and I kissed him again. I kissed him slowly, deliberately, sensing his control crumble. The muscles of his neck tensed, his breathing became erratic, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips.
He pulled me onto his lap with a low, dangerous rumble. My slickness dragged over his hard length, and I whipped my head back and moaned. His lips trailed the curve of my neck, licking and gently nibbling, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My petticoat dropped to my waist, revealing my breasts.
“Daphne,” he said, more beast than man. “The devil would blush at the things I want to do to you.” He cupped a breast, his hot tongue circling my nipple before he gently sucked on it. The pressure of his hardness against my soaked slit was increasing, and I shamelessly rubbed against it, the pleasure curling my toes. The dark stubble of his face scratched my skin as he continued his onslaught on my breasts. “You’re such a perfect angel, little thief,” he murmured while I was gliding against him. “You’re really going to be the death of me.”
Some hunger rose inside me; it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. As if I were thirsty, and he was water. I wanted to drink and drink until I couldn’t anymore. The world narrowed down to the spots where his hands and lips were touching my body, to that maddening friction over his cock. I gasped as he lifted me.
“Let’s see what you’re hiding from me, little thief.”
His voice was low, reverent—hungry—as he carried me to the bed.
He laid me down gently, the sheets soft and cool against my back.
Then he paused, hovering above me, eyes dark and searching—
As if I were the most precious thing in the world. “Show me,” he begged, his pupils so wide that his eyes appeared black. With some twisted pleasure, I lifted my petticoat over my waist and let my knees fall open. The warm air tickled the slickness between my legs. Emrys’s throat bobbed. “I will taste this delicacy now, Miss Daphne. I will feast on this even if the world burns around me.” Heat curled deep in my belly as he dropped to his knees. I bit my lip to muffle a scream as his hot mouth closed around my most sensitive spot.
Sweet heaven—nothing I ever imagined came close. My eyes rolled back, my body unraveling beneath his mouth. His tongue was trailing along my slit, exploring places nobody had ever touched, then circling back around my clit. The need was building up, slowly and gradually. I was aching for release, but didn’t want him to stop his sweet torment at the same time.
My fingers curled in his hair and I pulled him even closer to my opening. “I want—” I moaned, trying to form a coherent sentence, but alas. I could sense his sinful lips stretch into a smile. Then this sinner plunged his tongue inside me, slowly drew it out, flicked it around my clit, and dove it in again—faster and faster until some feral tension started building up inside me. Lifting my hips to meet each thrust of his wicked tongue, I was moaning in synchrony with his moves.
Until something snapped inside me.
A tidal wave of pleasure drowned all my senses, made me shiver in his arms, which were the only things anchoring me to this world.
“That’s it, Miss Daphne,” he purred. “That’s how I wanted to see you since I laid my eyes on you—undone in my hands.”
“You—” I licked my lips again, trying to get my thoughts together. My body was still shuddering, my breasts rising rapidly. “You were thinking of this?”
“Tell me you didn’t.” He grinned. “I dare you.”
Damn him.
He towered above me, mystical symbols twirling in hypnotic spirals across his muscled chest. Inky strands clung to his brow, and he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked down at me, his gray eyes nearly black now.
“You’re so beautiful, Miss Daphne. It’s been so long since I had something like this.” Something vulnerable flashed over his face. Sadness.
My hands trailed over the hard plane of his stomach, the runes on his skin shimmering faintly under my touch. My breath caught at the sight of the massive swell in his pants.
He stood still above me, his lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. “Are you sure you want this, Daphne?”
If I wanted this? Heavens, I’d scream if I don’t get it right now. Yet there was that little voice inside me, the one that grew louder with each punishment, with each insult. Was I good enough for someone who was a god once? Did he see me or his lost Branwyn when he held me?
No.
I had spent enough time alone in the dark. I wouldn’t let it ruin this moment.
Instead, I put my hands on his waist and smiled. “Isn’t it obvious enough, Emrys?”
Something feral rippled his face, and a muscle in his jawline twitched. He started unbuttoning his pants, his dark, heavy gaze never leaving mine. “Just make sure you tell me if it gets too… intense.”
My eyes widened as he released his thick length. Some instinct made me reach out and close my fingers around it—well, tried to close them, as he was too thick for my grip. He whipped his head back, the veins on his neck bulging. Gently, I slid my fingers up and down his cock.
“You’ll be the end of me,” he growled. My heart was about to leave my chest, so arousing was the contradiction he was: something dangerous and wild but aching to be tamed at the same time. My clit throbbed in anticipation—how would it feel to have him inside me, stretching me to my limit?
He must have read my mind because he settled on his elbows and aligned himself to my opening.
