Morgan looked down at him kneeling before her, hands gripping her hips. “Me avoiding you? You have been so angry at me, and I know I deserve it.”
“I hate so much of what you’ve done to me. You are my undoing. My weakness. And never is that more obvious than when I am pining for you to give me even a morsel of your attention.”
The honesty on his face stung. He was speaking the truth. Free from games and tricks.
“Rylo,” she whispered as she tugged on his shoulders, pulling him to his full height. “I’m so sorry I’ve hurt you.”
He pressed his thumb to her lips, tracing the shape of them. “I have never tolerated such insolence in anyone,” he said, shaking his head. “That is what makes you so dangerous.”
He parted her lips with his thumb and she sucked it into her mouth, gently biting the tip.
“Abyss damn me!” Rylo rasped as he wrapped Morgan into his arms and brought his mouth to hers. His warmth and tenderness took her by surprise. She came here expecting anger, teeth and tongues clashing. A violent need that fulfilled her deepest desires for him. Instead, he kissed her with such a softness that when his tongue glided to hers, it was a pleading invitation to accept him.
Rylo lifted her into his arms before he placed her into the soft folds of the bed. He stood over her, a heated gaze taking in her body in the diminishing fae lights. “Kingslayer. That’s what you are, you know? Slaying my worthless heart into shreds for you. It may be the worst punishment I could receive.”
“Do you really hate me? I never meant to do that to you,” she said in a whisper.
Rylo began making small circles along her arms, working toward her chest. “My hate for you is deep, but it’s nothing compared to my need for you. My need for you, pet, is a bottomless sea of desire.”
He worked his nimble fingers over the lace that clung against her breasts, nipples already peaked from the fire set by his touch, his gaze, and his words. His hot hands on her cool breasts made Morgan suck in her breath and lean greedily into his touch. The friction of the lace on her skin felt delicious.
“Maybe your desire will go away after you’ve fucked me. Then you can just hate me,” Morgan taunted, but it was just empty words. She didn’t want that at all.
Rylo smiled, that kissable dimple shining. “No Morgan, I fear this may be a lifetime affliction.”
He let his robe slide off, revealing his sculpted chest and narrow waist, his legs covered by loose-fitting pants. How doesa man who spends most his day reading and drinking tea even look like this?
The bed shifted with his weight as he slid beside her, leaning down and pressing his lips to her breast. His tongue teased and sucked through her lingerie, increasing the friction against her skin until she was moaning with a desperate need for him to touch her at the aching place between her legs.
Rylo looked up at her with a knowing grin as he slid his free hand down, skimming across the delicate fabric. He grasped the scrap of lace at her mound in his hands and ripped it in two, just as he lightly bit down on her nipple. Morgan cried out, the edge of pleasure and pain mingling. Cool air hit the heat of her core, but was replaced by Rylo’s hot hands grazing her entrance.
“Ah,” Rylo said, propping himself on his elbow. “I believe I’ve found the only hot place on your body.”
He sunk his fingers into her depths, as Morgan closed her eyes and moaned out, “Don’t tease me right now, Ry.”
“Ry?” he said, the word husky on his lips. His fingers filled her with a steady, tantalizing rhythm that had Morgan squirming under his touch. “I wouldn’t dream of teasing you. No, I want to unravel you and break you down just as you’ve done to me.”
At that, he pressed her thighs further apart and angled himself between her legs. All the time, he continued drawing his fingers in and out, in and out of her, as she barreled closer to her release. With a wicked grin, he brought his lips down to her clit and sucked hard enough that it sent her spiraling over the edge. She came so hard that her shadows bucked out of her with her release, writhing and twisting around Rylo, his wings outstretched, shielding them from the darkness overhead. She screamed Rylo’s name so loud it was probably waking the entire Towers up. Rylo didn’t relent as he kissed and licked her most sensitive places, his clever fingers working in tandem with his tongue and teeth.
Finally, so agonizingly slow, the crescendo of her pleasure began to retreat, her shadows fading and she felt like she could finally speak again.
“Congratulations. You’ve unraveled me,” she said, breathless from the pillow. He let out a huff of a laugh as he sat up between her legs.
“Oh pet, we’ve only begun.” He slipped off the bed, leaving her exposed and boneless on top of the covers. She watched as he worked the ties on his low-slung pants, his cock tenting the front and the V of his abdomen making her bite her lip.
When his pants fell to the floor, Morgan couldn’t stop the purr that escaped her lips. His body was like a marble statue, all hard edges and rippling muscles, and his cock—Morgan had never given much thought to what a truly beautiful cock would look like, but this was it. Thick and just the right length to make her mouth go dry with need.
She sat up, pulling the torn lingerie over her head and letting it fall to the floor. Rylo came to her side, palming her breasts.
“Is this really what you want? To feel me inside of you?”
“I came here with that as my sole objective,” Morgan whispered.
Rylo kissed her neck, working up to her jawline and over the scars on her cheeks to the corner of her mouth. “And if I had rejected you?” he asked against her lips.
She sucked in a breath at the heat of his lips, the warmth of his sun-kissed skin against her cool flesh. He was going to make her catch fire, to burn to ashes with his touch.
“You would have broken me, but I would have deserved it,” she said honestly as her heart thundered. He still could reject her. If his goal was to make her ache, make her feel his hatred, this would be the way to do it and she wanted him to know that truth. To give him that option. After all, hadn’t she been taking his choices from him over and over again? She needed him to knowthat she’d accept his rejection, if that is what he really wanted. “Isn’t that what you want to do?”
