“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask of you,” he replied.
From the way he rocked his arse back and forth atop my cock, I thought I knew exactly what was coming from his request. I slid my hands up to rest them on either side of his hips, keeping the momentum up. “I have a pretty good idea actually, but ask away if that makes you feel better.”
As Hector pondered my bratty tone, I ran a tongue across my lower lip, delighting in the taste of him. I’d missed a note before—vodka hissed beneath the sweet note of cranberry juice. It was fresh and sharp, two contrasting tastes that worked perfectly.
And I wanted more, so much more. I wanted every inch of him… nothing spared.
“Make love to me, Arwyn,” Hector commanded, eyes not blinking for a second. “I want you to claim my body and do with it as you wish.”
If it was even possible, my cock grew larger… harder. I groaned, balls aching with the need of release. There was a chance I wouldn’t even make it to the ‘naked’ stage without coming, hands free.
“Say something,” Hector persisted, reminding me I was just staring up at him like a weirdo.
I cleared the pesky lump in my throat his words conjured. “I don’t think I can begin to explain just how much I have craved to hear such sentiments leave your pretty little mouth, Hector.”
He leaned in closer, his blush lips just an inch away from mine. “If you’d like, I could put this pretty little mouth to work?”
A fire already burned in the pit of my stomach, but his question turned those flames into a world-ending inferno. “Yes,” I gasped, barely able to get that word out from the lump formed in my throat. “I’d like that. A lot.”
“Struggling for words?” Hector whispered, mocking my fumbling reply.
I shook my head. “No, I have an abundance I could share with you, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
“Try. I dare you.”
Fuelled by the undiluted need in Hector’s blue eyes, I rocked up fast, spun his body around and laid his back out on the floor. He released a chirp of surprise that turned my need for him up to boiling.
“That’s better,” I sang, peering down at him. “Hector Briar, laid out on his back for me, now that’s a sight I can get used to.”
Hector was breathless from the sudden shift of positions. A small giggle escaped his parched lips, the sound enough to make me cum on demand. “I’d tell you to take a picture because it lasts longer, but I don’t think Bahmet has digital cameras in a place like this.”
“Let’s keep the demon’s name out of this for now, okay? I don’t think my boner will last if you mention it again.”
“Noted.”
Hector tried to reach for my face, to lay gentle fingers across my cheek. Normally, I would’ve let him. Instead, I gathered his left wrist up, and then his right. In my one hand he was so small and delicate, even though I knew that what lurked beneath his smaller frame was far from something to disregard.
Hector didn’t fight me as I gathered both his wrists up, guided his arms over his head and forced them into the cold stone ground. “Before we continue, I want to understand your intentions,” I said.
“Are they not clear enough already?” Hector asked, lifting his hips off the floor and forcing his groin into mine. “From the way your body is reacting to me I think you already know the answer.”
A growl ruptured out of the deepest parts of me. Hector smiled, enjoying every second of the power he held in that moment. “I need to hear you consent to me, with your words, Hector.” There was a slight shake to my voice, one that Hector noticed and enjoyed. “Plain and clear.”
If he told me that this would be nothing more than a passionate kiss, a slow step on the path from enemies to lovers, then it would be enough for me. However, if Hector said he wanted more… I would throw myself off into the abyss and let him have everything and more.
“So be it.” Hector’s eyes narrowed to sultry windows into his soul. “I, Hector Briar, would like nothing more than for you to flip me on my stomach, strip me down to my skin, and bury your cockdeepinside of me.” Hector spoke with clear inflexion. Not a single syllable was wasted. “Does that work for you, Arwyn? If not, I know a little Greek. I could try to say it in?—”
I pressed my lips back atop his, silencing Hector’s sarcasm.
His soft groan forged into my throat as my tongue explored his. At first, the kiss was slow. It was soft and gentle, the other side of the coin we always seemed to flip. I’d craved Hector in ways I couldn’t even begin to explain to myself. Ways in which only his company would be enough to satisfy me. But this, the proximity, the intense emotion that seemed to be shared from our mouths alone, was more than I could’ve ever believed possible.
His teeth nipped at my lower lip, drawing blood. I gasped, pain and pleasure forming one new and exciting emotion. I pulled back, enough to lift a thumb to my mouth. When I drew it, the pad was coated in bright red blood.
“What was that for?” I asked, secretly wanting more.
Hector looked seriously up at me, his smile no longer gracing that beautiful mouth of his. “Never lie to me again. Okay?”
“Of course I won’t,” I panted, feeling the weight of his request crash into me like the pounding of several fists. “Never. Ever. Ipromise.”
