When we reached hisvoliki, he wasted no time in pulling me inside.
Not a second later, he had his hand around the nape of my neck and his lips were on mine. He kissed like he was starved for me and I could only clutch his broad, warm shoulders and surrender as he took what he needed with a ferocity that made me whimper.
“Vok,” he cursed, pulling away, nibbling his way down my jaw. I gasped when he suckled on the sensitive place just below my ear and growled, “You do not know how much I need you,rei thissie.”
“I-I have some idea,” I whispered, my fingers sinking into his shoulders as my eyes closed. A shiver raced down my spine and my scalp tingled from his kiss.
He dragged the pelt away from my shoulders, tossing it down onto the rugs, and I gasped when he pressed his lips down my neck, over the tops of my breasts.
His fingers tugged at the straps of the dress, pushing them down until my breasts sprung free of the silky material.
I hardly comprehended his roughened growl before I felt his lips on one pebbled, aching nipple.
“Ohh,” I breathed, eyes widening, my fingers digging deeper into his shoulders, shamelessly anchoring him to me. Because I never wanted him to stop kissing me there.
A small moan escaped me when he switched to my other breast, drawing it deep into his mouth and sucklinghard. Warmth flooded between my thighs and thevolikispun as pleasure washed over me.
“Seerin,” I cried out softly between ragged breaths.
He released my breast, tugging me forward forcefully by the material of the dress and capturing my mouth once more. I met his tongue when it slipped between my lips, acting purely on instinct, and he groaned deep in his chest.
“Want you,” he growled into my mouth. “Need you,rei thissie.”
His grip tightened but I wasn’t afraid. Instead, I found I was eager and excited and curious…because I wanted to explore this potent, heady desire with him. It was desire I’d never felt before him and it made me feel…powerful.
Surprisingly so.
His fingers tugged at the laces of my dress, but they were tightened in a complicated pattern and my demon king was impatient with his need.
I gasped when his claws raked through them in one smooth, quick motion. The next moment, he pushed the dress from my body until it pooled at my feet—until I stood completely naked in front of him, looking up at him wide-eyed.
“That wasn’t mine,” I whispered.
He growled, “I am certain the seamstress will not mind.”
His eyes were rapt on my body, trailing over my bared breasts, my waist, my hips.
When his gaze reached my sex, his eyes sharpened and focused…as ifthatwas exactly where he wanted to be.
He’d seen me naked before, but this felt different. This felt like how it should be…primal. He looked at me like a predator looked at its prey and I found that sensation erotic, not frightening.
I was up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his hips, before I took my next breath and he carried me over to the furs, lowering me onto them.
“I have dreamt of this,” he rasped against me. “Dreamt of you like this. I’d wakeachingfor you.”
He shifted his body until his head was hovering just between my thighs. His nostrils flared, his gaze still intensely focused on me, and then he was lowering his head.
My lips parted in realization when he pushed my legs wide open for him.
A strangled cry tore from my throat, my mouth dropping open as I watched his warm, wet, dark tongue lap at my clitoris.
Wicked demon, I thought in disbelief, my toes curling of their own accord as foreign sensations rushed through my body.
A rough groan rumbled from his throat. “Need more of you,kalles,” he growled.
Why did we wait so long to dothis?I thought in awe. Everything was so new to me and sosublime.
His tongue returned with vigor. With the tip, he flicked my aching bud mercilessly, transitioning from quick, vibrating movements to slow and languid and soft.
