Lust and invitation filled her voice.
Thus far, their desires had been in accord. No doubt, she’d follow his lead—right into the heart of the desires he’d vowed to conceal.
“What I want isn’t done,” he spoke honestly. “Not with fine ladies.”
She considered him for a long time. “I am not a fine lady.”
He searched her eyes for hesitation, but found only trust. One by one, he drew her hands above her head and then pinned her wrists beneath his palm. She was not in the least afraid.
“I want to ravage.” His voice cracked.
“Ravage? You’ve already thoroughly plundered.”
“You think you’ve been plundered?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Not.” Her forehead. “Even.” Her ear. “Close.”
“Would just any woman do?” she asked, breathless.
His throat dried. “No.” This wasn’t a game. Not this time. “May I ravage you, Alicia? Will you permit me every desire?”
He traced her beautiful, expressive face, waiting like a coiled snake for her reply.
The sharp-edged promise in Ash’s tone daunted. Daunted...and excited.
“Alicia.”
On his lips, her name became a bind that could not be loosened. Not by time. Not by separation. Not by the laws of man.
The gentleness in his caress belied his strength. His grip on her wrists remained tight. If she accepted his sensual demand, he’d reveal the hidden eroticism she’d sensed—the razor thin line where pleasure met pain.
He bowed, resting his brow against her chin. His warm spicy scent filled her lungs, splintering hesitation.
She wanted to absorb all the force he could give, to carry this part of him forever, a memory forged in the light of dawn.
“Plunder and ravage, Ash,” she said. “I offer anything you want.”
Some kisses tasted light and sweet, some brimmed with passion and need.Thiskiss was a kiss of fusion, a vow for the present, and a promise of everything to come.
He crushed her body into the pillows, securing her with his weight. Then, he took her nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue in a slow, aching tease. She sucked in as he rolled the point through his teeth, ending in a soft bite. Desire stabbed, acute.
He released the bud and the chilled morning air dissipated the pain, leaving a residue of heat. Their gazes locked. His was a wolf’s, and his short, swift breath hinted at hunger yet unrevealed.
“Please,” she said.
His pupils expanded, darkness devouring light, but he failed to yield to her plea. His hands manacled her wrists, thwarting half-hearted attempts to be free. She arched, forcing an animal sound from his core.
“If you must move, wrap me with your legs.”
She hooked her ankles behind his back, resting them on the curve of his ass. His hot skin sizzled against her inner thighs.
“Alicia.” He slid his hand beneath her hips. “Alicia.”
His chest blocked her view, but she didn’t need sight to know she was poised for him to enter. She shivered as his member’s tip brushed against her intimate folds.
“Alicia.” He inhaled. “I like the feel of your name.” His cock teased her entry. “I like the sound of other words, too. Common. Forbidden.”
“Oh?” she rasped.
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Let’s make a beast with two backs, shall we?”
