“You declared war.” My grip tightened, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat. “You best pray to whatever gods will have you that you are victorious, because if any harm comes to you, I will decimate this entire realm without sparing a second thought.” I leaned down, my breath fanning across her face. “You have no idea what you have unleashed.”
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t cower. Instead, her hands fisted the fabric of my tunic, pulling me closer.
“You stood before them like a godsdamn queen. My queen.”
My thumb traced the elegant line of her jaw as my grip tightened just enough to make her breath catch. The power surging through me was intoxicating.
“You want to know what I think?” she said, her lips curving into a maddening smirk. “I think you’re finally seeing me for who I am, and that terrifies you.”
I chuckled, the sound dark and ominous in the quiet room. “On the contrary, Temptress. I fucking welcome it.”
My free hand tangled in her hair, the silken strands wrapping around my knuckles as I yanked her head back, exposing more of her throat. The sight of her, vulnerable yet unyielding, sent liquid fire coursing through my veins.
There would never be a time when I didn’t crave the way my Temptress came alive under my dominance. The air between us crackled with tension, heavy with unspoken promises.
“Unbuckle my belt.” There was no mistaking the command in my tone.
Her fingers moved with deliberate slowness, maintaining eye contact as she reached for the leather at my waist. Her every touch was rebellion, carefully disguised as compliance.
She would obey, but on her own terms.
“You think this makes you powerful?” she said, her voice honeyed venom as the belt came free. “Having me on my knees at your feet?”
I tightened my grip on her hair, forcing her to tilt her head to look up at me. “I think you’re about to find out who holds the power in this room.”
Her mouth curved into that infuriating smile. She pressed her palm flat against my abdomen, feeling the tension coiled there.
“Maybe I am. But don’t mistake my desire for submission, Ryker. I bow to no one.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Her laugh was soft and husky. “Will we?”
I released her throat only to trace my thumb across her bottom lip, pressing into the plush softness. She opened her mouth, taking the digit between her teeth.
Her fingers continued their torturous path, working at the fastenings of my trousers. Each brush of her fingertips againstmy skin sent a jolt of electricity racing through my veins, making my cock painfully hard.
When she pulled my length free, a bead of pre-come glistened on the tip.
“Open,” I said, and her tongue slid out, ready and waiting.
I fisted my length, squeezing tight as I forced a drop of my come onto her tongue. She licked her lips as if she had just tasted the most exquisite meal, and my balls tightened at the sight.
“Lick it clean, Temptress.”
Cadence didn’t hesitate as she leaned forward, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. The wet heat of her mouth engulfed me, sending a riot of pleasure through my body. Her eyes never left mine as she took me deeper, her tongue sliding over my shaft with practiced precision.
“Fuck.”
She hummed around me, and the vibration made my thighs tense. Every one of her movements was deliberate, meant to push me to the brink of madness.
My Temptress knew exactly what she was doing. I was her conquest as much as she was mine. Even on her knees, she commanded. Even in submission, she ruled.
“Look at you,” I growled. “So eager to please.”
I thrust forward, testing her limits. Her throat constricted around my length, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, her nails dug into my thighs, leaving marks I’d proudly wear tomorrow.
“That’s it. Take all of me.”
