Although she would not yield easily; the chase was too much fun.
“What does the wolf want with me now that he has me?” she asked with playful defiance.
“Such impudence from my prisoner.”
The feral glitter in Hawk’s eyes weakened her knees.
“Turn and place your hands on the altar.”
Shivering, she did. The stone was cool beneath her palms as Hawk undressed her. Her buttons and laces were no match for his inventor’s hands. He stripped her layer by layer until she was left trembling and bare. When he pulled the pins from her hair, the freed strands curled against the small of her back.
“Now face me.”
Goodness, she adored his firm voice. It made her want to do anything he asked. When she turned, his proprietary gaze made her feel even more exposed.
“Aren’t you going to undress as well?” she asked.
“You cannot resist giving orders, can you? Even though you are my captive,” he said sternly.
She slanted a coy look at the bulging placket of his trousers.
“Who is in control of whom, I wonder?” she asked in dulcet tones.
Amusement flitted through his eyes, but his expression remained implacable.
“I’ll have to find a better use for that saucy mouth of yours. On your knees, goddess.”
She knelt gracefully onto the bearskin rug. The fur was a sensual brush against her calves. She watched avidly as Hawk released the fall of his trousers, his erect member springing free. He pumped the huge, veined shaft, a bestial contrast to his elegant tailoring. Each slow and thoughtful stroke of his fist twisted her insides with excitement.
Until now, he’d focused on pleasuring her during their lovemaking. She’d loved it, of course…but now she wanted more. She wanted to touch him. To taste him. To be taught all the ways he liked to be pleasured.
“You may touch my cock,” he said.
She wasted no time, wrapping a hand around his shaft. He pulsed with hot vitality. She stroked him with care, mimicking what she’d seen him do, marveling at how his supple skin moved over the rigid core.
“You frig me so well,” he said in a guttural voice. “Now try doing it harder.”
“Like this?” She firmed her caress.
“Yes.” He inhaled sharply. “Now squeeze when you get to the tip…devil and damn.Exactly like that.”
Pride burgeoned in her as she saw the arousal staining Hawk’s cheekbones. She wanted to please her husband better than all his past lovers. Wanted to obliterate his memory of anyone else. Wanted to be his every fantasy—to be everything to him.
His cock throbbed against the confines of her grip, a bead of milky dew clinging to the engorged head. She looked up at Hawk. Holding his smoldering gaze, she leaned forward and caught the drop on her tongue.
Christ, this woman. She was going to be the death of him.
And I am going to die a very happy man.
“Did I say you could lick my cock?”
With that admonishment, Hawk took his prick away from her. He frigged himself slowly, deliberately, drawing out their game.
“I suppose not.” Although Fiona looked abashed, her twinkling eyes gave her away. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Cheeky chit. Just because you are a goddess does not mean you get to disregard the rules.”
“There are, um, rules?”
