“My love…” His voice cracked on the words, raw with restraint.
Dask. How do I say it?
“It’s too soon. We shouldn’t… your body needs rest—”
“I could always compel you,” she quipped, bold and unflinching.
“I would not defy…” He kissed her brow, rough with need. “…a direct order.”
When he swallowed, his gaze dipped lower, dragging over her body like fire.
“But if you’ll let me,” he said, voice dangerous, “I want to show you something.”
“Something?”
“Amerei…”
His mouth claimed her throat, tracing the curve of her collarbone with reverent heat. His hand slid down, pulling at the hem of his tunic that dared to cover her.
“You’ve let me hold you, be inside you—but now…”
His voice broke low, almost a growl.
“…I want to taste you.”
“Viktor—”
“I’ll stop the moment you ask.”
His lips grazed her belly, each word vibrating against her skin.
“But if you let me—dask, love, if you let me—I’ll worship you until you shatter. I'll show you—”
Her breath caught. “Show me.”
A feral smile curved his lips. He eased her thighs apart with one hand, anchoring her hard to the bed while the other stroked slow, relentless, up the inside of her leg.
“You’re trembling already,” he rasped, eyes dark, locked on hers. “Do you know what that does to me?”
“I’m not afraid,” she whispered. “I just—I’ve never—”
“I know.”
His palm swept possessively over her hip, shoving the tunic higher until she was bared to him.
“That’s why I’ll go slow. Not to spare you, but to savor you.”
He bent, kissing the ring at her navel, his voice breaking into a growl against her skin. “Dask, I love this. All mine.”
Her laugh melted into a sigh as her body arched, helpless to the invitation.
He went lower, his mouth just brushing her heat—tormenting her, teasing with unbearable restraint. She gasped, and his fingers tightened around her thigh, pinning her down.
“Patience, love,” he whispered, voice rough with hunger. “I’ll have you begging before I’m done.”
She moaned softly, hips jerking at the flick of his tongue.
A dark smile tugged at his lips.
