“That’s it,” he drawled, and let his head fall back. Both hands on my hips, watching, he drew me closer still. Slid me up his thighs until I bumped against that twitching length and knew the flavor of lust.
I took.
Feasting, drawn to the most vibrant parts of him, I latched onto the piece that burned the brightest. I exhaled through parted lips, and felt my entire body go taut and lax, all at once. Tight in the middle, I melted against his chest. Lulled by the gentle lapping of tiny waves as he guided my hips in a slow grind. Teasing us both, winding me tighter as I was made to rock against that twitching length.
“Do you feel it?” he murmured, and tangled his fingers in my hair. Pressing me closer as he flexed, as he strained against me in a single, lewd thrust that spread my lips around his girth and forced that little bundle of nerves to trace him from base to tip. “It could be like this all the time. You’ll never want for anything.”
I frowned, confused and panting through sagging jaws.
“Let me help you, Mila,” he whispered before I could protest, cupping my face so his thumbs could sweep the ridge of my cheekbones. A gentle caress that spun my fluttering heart into a knotted twist. “I can control the empath for you. Give it to me.” Muscles tightening, he strained against me. Fed me another wave of aching need that left me dizzy. Enthralled. “I can ease this burden. Make it so…sofucking easy for you…”
Wetting my lips, I flexed my thighs. Tried to squeeze my knees together to relieve that ache.
“Take what you want,” he hummed, tone a brand of seduction I couldn’t ignore.
I sucked a breath through slack lips, trembling. Caught on the edge of wanting and war.
One rough hand slid down, to trace the collar embedded at my throat. Long fingers almost touching at the back of my neck. But it was the other hand that pained me, for when it slid down—weighing my breast, pausing to tweak a beaded nipple—it was to trace the length of my arm from elbow to fingertips. He collected my palm, brought my fingers to his lips, and said, “Reach for it.”
A drop of sweat trickled down from my temple. And I watched when he drew my fingers between his teeth. Nibbling as those inky, gleaming eyes bored through my willpower. Every beat of my heart sending a pulse of soggywantto saturate my blood at his command.
“You don’t need permission. Not for this,” he said, and left himself wide open. Elite energy filling me without limit or boundary, he showed me the truth of that statement. “Take what you want.”
And I did.
Want.
Lost to everything but the lure of what lay hidden in sable depths, I pulled my fingers from his between his teeth. Tracing the shape of his collarbone, shoulder to throat, I edged over bronzed skin to gather droplets of beaded moisture. Mesmerized by the way they fell, tricklinglower. Over the ridges and dips of muscles I simply did not possess.
He groaned, tilting his chin back to expose his throat. To watch me from beneath a fan of dark lashes, even as he fed me a wave of virile confidence that dared me to stop.
I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
Not even when the hand collaring me shifted anew, when his thumb found the hollow at the base of my throat and his fingers guided my head down. To see where he jutted from the water. Red and angry and soincrediblyswollen with need.
For me.
To touch.
Take…
Breaths coming hard, I watched a pearly drop swell at his tip. Bubbling from the tiny slit where it ached for relief.
I swallowed.
Watching my hand move, inching closer until the heel of my palm brushed flesh that lurched. Living steel.
He sucked a breath between his teeth, fingers growing tight on my nape. Silent, even as he urged me on. Driving me to be bold when I might have fled.
Wrist turning in, my fingers folded around his girth and my thumb swept up. Along a thick vein that ran down his length only to settle in the notch where his knob formed a tightV—just beneath the flare.
His hips bucked, and I gaped as he glided through my fist. As skin moved over his length and he strained against me, my pinky finger nestled in dark curls around the base. Where he was thicker. Where his pulse throbbed.
It was the most obscene thing I’d ever seen.
Everdone.
