His eyes burn into mine. He keeps the side of my face pressed into the floor. I use what little give I can find to move my head side to side. I pray the small movement is enough to answer his question.
My body shakes as a tremor takes it over. I should’ve known he wasn’t going to take it easy on me.
“You have no idea what it does to me to see you like this.” His hands trace down my body. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks.
I try clenching them together, even though my body is truly his…every single inch of it. He spreads them apart, exposing me completely. “There’s no point in fighting it.”
His tongue slides between my cheeks, and my face burns. I love how he claims me, but I can’t stop my hips from tucking under, trying to pull away.
Smack!
I grit my teeth, my ass cheeks burning now.
His mouth is at my ear before I know it. “Although I love it when you try.”
He flips me onto my back. Shadows swallow the space around us as his wings stretch wide. His claws slide free as his fingers curl, leaving one claw waiting. He studies it with a quiet, satisfied smile, choosing where to touch me first.
He drags the tip from my navel to my sternum. A slow burn rises under my skin. My whole body stills, even my breath.
This isn’t metal.
This isn’t memory.
This is him choosing me.
His claw grazes my nipple, scraping over the hard peak. Aah! It burns. I scream out as wet warmth eases the pain. Pleasure swirls around the sensitive flesh with his tongue. My back arches off the floor as his hand slides under my shoulders, guiding me upright.
I sit on my knees, a little lightheaded.
He grips my jaw, thumb on my lower lip. I lean in, wanting to taste him. My hands rise, chains clanking while I brush the waistband of his pants, but his hand closes around my wrist. “Tonight’s about you.”
He releases my arm. They drop to the floor, my shoulders sagging a little. I want him in my mouth.
He crouches beside me again. Fingers push past my lips and hook behind my teeth. “My little mate looks so disappointed."
He tugs, pulling me forward. I catch myself on my forearms, knees braced against the floor. Saliva runs over my lips, spilling onto his knuckles.
His grip loosens. My tongue moves beneath his fingers, sucking when he pulls them out. The noise that breaks from him pulls a smile from me. I love that sound.
His palm trails down my spine, warm against my flesh. Fingers slip between my thighs. His slow circles barely skim where I need his touch. My hips move, trying to find more pressure, but he holds me in place. Damn him.
I don’t stop the growl that rumbles in my throat. He loves making me wait, making me want. I glance back over my shoulder, narrowing my eyes at him.
He laughs. “Cute.”
Ungh. I jerk. A sharp pinch startles me when he tugs my pubic hair. “Gods, I fucking love this.” He tugs again, harder this time.
His fingers are on my clit. Firm, circling exactly where I need them. Pressure builds as his other hand slides lower. Two fingers slip inside, curling over and over. My legs shake. I can’t hold still. My hips start moving, and he’s right there with me. His fingers work in the same rhythm. The pressure builds faster and faster. My breath is quick now. I lean into his hand. I need more.
His other hand moves away. “Rub your clit.”
I brace myself on one forearm, sliding my hand between my legs. My fingers find where I’m aching. Holy shit, I’m wet!
His fingers keep curling inside me. His other ones gather moisture, moving between my cheeks. I arch my back more, reaching for him. Why do I want this?
The first touch makes me tense. “Breathe, baby.”
I do, forcing myself to relax. He uses the tip at first, making my breath stutter. He pauses, but I push into it.
