His seeming appearance as my very own sacrificial lamb was deceiving.
A tiger more like.
Dangerous.
A delectable treat.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband at my hips and wiggled the panties down, kicking them away. All the while I watched him watch me. My heavy breasts ached with need as he stared with a hooded gaze at the shadowed place between my thighs.
Pressure built within my core and my clit swelled, a thrum of heated desire rushing outward to curl up my chest and down my legs when I remembered what it was like this morning with my thighs clamped around his head and his bossy lips buried between my sex.
I straddled Graysen’s lap and eased downward. Our closeness made hyperawareness skitter all over our skin like a summer rainfall, startlingly hot and a welcome respite.
It was a slow descent. The barest glide of my nipples against his chest had me biting back a moan. I placed a hand on his shoulder, my fingers squeezing taut muscle as I lowered myself into a kneeling position, my ass seated on his thighs, facing him. A position that favored me with advantage. A position that put me in control. One of strength and power.
“What are you doing?” he finally asked, his voice uneven.
What did I want, was the better question.
I cupped Graysen’s jaw, the smoothness of his cheek like hot silk beneath my palm. I leaned forward to breathe him in. His gaze softened, tempered with lust. He smelled like a sinful treat. Warm amber and cedar. His pupils dilated fully, and his body tensed beneath mine. His rigid cock throbbed stickily against my belly. He was barely breathing, watching and waiting for what I was going to say and do.
“I want more ofus,” I whispered back.
The words rumbled from Graysen’s chest and reverberated through mine. “More ofus?”
I whispered a truth. “Maybe I want to indulge myself. Maybe I need you.”
A flash of worry lit his eyes.
“Maybe all I want tonight is for the both of us to burn together.”
It was mesmerizing how his want for me coiled tighter, sharpening every inch of him, as if he barely held back a storm.
Letting go of his jaw, I pressed a single fingertip to his shoulder, following an inky line of fire that twisted like a serpent to the wyrm branded above his heart. I traced along the ruined flesh before leaving it behind to follow one of his conquests written in flourishing Ukkenskrit to the ripple of abs, lower still, to stop at a patch of skin dusted lightly with fine hair just above his throbbing cock, stretching angrily, yearning for my hand or mouth.
“Gods…” he moaned, his lids lowering over a smoldering gaze.
I stroked back up in a straight line and rested both hands on his shoulders. As I placed an innocent kiss into the hollow of his throat, a sharpcreakof the wooden slats he clenched with a fierce grip speared through the dimly lit room. He wanted to touch me back but was willing, for now, to wait until I gave him permission.
Rising on my knees, the position had us perfectly aligned, and the tip of his cock parted the wet folds of my sex. I swallowed down a groan as need twisted through my core.
Graysen’s jawline clenched tight, and carnal desire darkened his gaze. There was strain in his arms, in his entire body, as if he were trying to stop himself from rolling his hips to push inside. “Fuck.” His eyes squeezed shut briefly, and a rough laugh escaped his throat. “Why am I letting you do this to me?”
Because he craved me with every cell in his body.
Because even I distantly acknowledged there was something inside that black heart of his that held me in much deeper regard than base want.
My lips hovered barely a breath away from his. His eyes blazed with longing, and desperation churned like a dark, angry storm in their depths. He parted his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked out to wet the bottom lip, glossing it with eagerness.
And yet I remained poised where I was.
He let loose a gruff growl. A sonorous, low note from the very depths of his soul. A bassline of animalistic need. One that threatened to trip me up into the mindlessnessswaywith its resonating rich timbre. It was a golden rush of elixir, a venomous bite of lust that pierced my flesh and coursed through my veins.
My heart beat a steady rhythm ofmine, mine, mine…
I steeled myself against the tamer. The temptation to lose my senses in the feel of his body. His warm exhale whirled against my cheeks as I erased the distance between us. But I waited, purposely fraying his patience, before skimming my lips from one corner of his mouth to the other. His lips hunted, mirroring my movement, starved and hungry for me to claim him with a kiss. Feminine strength flowed like quicksilver through my bloodstream when his brows slanted upward and he begged,“Little bird. Fuck. Please…”
I gave in. Easily. Because I wanted it too.
