He rolled to his side, adjusting his still-stiff member with his hand.
“Do you approve?” he asked.
“Shush,” she teased. “I am deciding how I wish to proceed.”
“By all means,” he stroked his length, “do what you will.”
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to unleash with those words, but he did not expect to be hit in the chest with voluptuous force. In one swift movement, she forced him onto his back, rendering him physically vulnerable in ways that might have roused fury if shock had not left him tingling.
Willfully, he stilled his body’s power—the same power he wielded against other lovers to restrain, and to ultimately pleasure. He had never—ever—allowed anyone the upper hand. Yet years of consummate control had earned him no reward.
She threw her legs astride his hips. Her weight, a mere nothing, was not what held him in place. What kept him pinned was his vision. She was radiant—her skin, lightly coated with a fine sheen of sweat; her nipples, dark pink and pointed. Her lids dipped over sultry eyes, drunk on pleasure and desire. She was intoxicated...with him. She’d come to him trembling in cold and fear, but now she was in command.
Rising onto her knees like an Amazon claiming her prize, she arched over him, took his face into her hands, and teased his lips with a tantalizing kiss.
Again, his muscles demanded control. Again, he denied their demand. Not tonight. Tonight, he would allow his lady to set the pace.
He concentrated on the pressure of her lips. Hers was a perfect mouth. Soft. Inviting. Tasting of sweetness, and promise, and light. Her lips traced a path to his chest. There she paused, pressing her ear against his heart.
A small gesture. Artless and honest and painfully poignant. It was all he could do not to clasp her there.
“What do you hear?” he asked.
“Strength.”
He did not deserve this angel. If he’d been a better man, he never would have coaxed her to come. If he were a good man now, he would set her free.
“I’m not good,” he said aloud.
“I know.” She rose onto her knees with a sinful smile. “That is precisely why I came.”
He drew her long blonde hair over her shoulder and then traced the undercurve of her still-swinging breasts. He relished that smile. That knowing, indulgent smile.
How much could a man resist? How much could he possibly take? Evil he may be, but he’d been taken captive by a Dionysian priestess who was ready to perform cultic rites.
“Take me inside you.”
Her brow furrowed. “On top? Like this?”
“Definitely like this.”
He would die if she did not. Expire. Right there.
His hands climbed up her thighs, guiding her into position. Then, he held his cock at the base, readying himself with an agonizing squeeze.
She lowered herself over his tip, and gasped. Uncertain, with a mild tremor, she looked to him to approve.
He grabbed her delicious ass, and drove up, achingly slow. Inch by inch her body sheathed his member. Wet heat seeped pleasure into his skin. Flashes shot through his sack straight to his toes.
In that moment, he would have sworn he’d never been with another woman. And he would swear to be loyal to her alone. He wanted onlythiswoman.
His fingers branded her soft flesh. If he held tightly enough, perhaps he could defy time. But no, the ancient drive won out.
Take. Her. Now.
He could not deny another demand, though he took nothing. She was the one who thieved. He kneaded her breasts, clutched her ass, met every drive with an upward thrust, but she remained in control. She rode him fast—conquering and triumphant; soft, yet hot; powerful yet pliant. She found her rhythm, using it to push him through a messy froth of pleasure, pain, and lust.
Then, she threw back her head and sighed.
