“Forgive me, my lord, but we are on a deadline,” I breathed. “We don’t know when the tremors will start.”
I felt a smile curl his lips.
I was reasonably sure it was the first time he’d smiled without malice in my presence.
“Someone is eager.”
“I have been without a bedmate at all for three nights, and a woman gets used to the attention.”
Straightening, his hand was back on my breast, toying with my nipple. He did have a cocky grin on his face. “Oh, my dear, just you wait.”
I fisted his shirt and pulled him close. “I don’t want to wait.”
Both hands wrapped around me, and he found my ass. “Gods, that’s nice. I’ve wanted to get my hands on this since the first morning you crawled out of my bed.”
“Dorian?” I wrapped my hand around his erection, pumping him gently.
“Yes?”
“Shut up and fuck me. Deadlines.”
He pressed me against the wall and kicked my legs wide open. Dipping down, he slipped his cock between my lips to find my cream.
There was plenty of it.
Sliding back and forth, he coated his erection with my silk, but not only that—he nudged himself against my clit, sending sparks through me.
Holy crap.
“Kimber,” he breathed my name. “I am a bastard. We should be in my bed with Rilen and Roren.”
“Tell me we’ll get there, and give me an orgasm, and I’ll forgive you.”
“Oh, we will,” he breathed, nudging against my entrance. “Arms around my neck, little one. I need to be inside you.”
My arms twined around him, and as he lifted me, he slid deep inside me.
“Ohhhh.”
He was thick, and he cleaved me open, driving deep as he pressed me against the wall.
I hadn’t realized I’d harbored a fantasy about Master Dorian until his dick was deep inside me. The few passing thoughts I’d dismissed were only half-remembered dreams.
I had always found Dorian sexy. There was no way the littleno-oneacolyte would have a shot in hell at getting a temple master. He was out of my league.
Except, right now, he was very much in my league. Lodged right up to his balls in my league.
He hiked up one of my legs, resting it in the crook of his arm.
Once more, his lips were on mine, and I was his.
I spoke against his mouth. “Move, please. Gods, please.”
He did. He slid out until just his massive tip rested inside me. He held me there a moment and slid back in, his erection splitting me again.
“I am not going to be gentle,” he warned, his eyes closed, his head bowed.
“When did I say I wanted that?” I grinned against his neck. “Please, Master Dorian, fuck me hard.”
