A smirk rose to his lips. “But perhaps you like that idea. I already know being restrained makes you drip for me.”
I couldn’t deny it. Not after what had occurred between us in that closet.
“I’m not a virgin,” I told him, fingers itching to reach out and trace each firm line of him.
His nostrils flared, expression darkening. “How many?” The words bit out of him.
“A few,” I whispered, though the fury radiating from him made it feel like a confession of a sin.
The muscles of his neck bulged. His fists tightened in the sheets. “Then I will have to erase each one from your mind, little fugitive. Because you belong only to me.”
With a low, feral sound, his lips crashed into mine, all teeth and violent tongue. I kissed him back, our bare chests brushing. More of his power flared between us, and our bond crashed open like it could no longer contain the flood of our desire.
His every need—to control, to protect, to claim—slammed into me, stealing my breath.
With a furious jerk, he pulled back, mouth going to my breast and biting. A cry tore out of me, only to be tempered when he licked over the sore spot. With undeniable expertise, he swirled my nipple into his mouth. Wetness seeped from my center as he dragged his teeth along the sensitive bud.
“Vaeron,” I panted, trying to rise but unable to shift from how the glow cradled me.
“I do love hearing you say my name. Especially like that,” he groaned, moving to the other side and delivering an equal measure of sensual sensation.
Once I was a quivering mess, he relented, straightening to his full height. With a twist of his hand, he had me completely flat on his bed, my entire upper torso restrained.
His fingers skimmed my ribs, then hooked in the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips in silent permission to removethem. In one smooth motion, he did, and then I was completely bare to my mate.
I dropped my knees out wide, showing him how drenched my center was. A rough curse slipped out of him. More white leaped forth, binding my legs to the blankets.
Never had I felt so vulnerable with Vaeron. Never had I been more aroused. Yet no shame rose. No despair. No guilt.
I’d made my choice, and I was owning it.
When he shucked off his pants, revealing all of himself to me, my mouth watered.
Goddess, he washuge. Long, with a head shaped to perfection and already weeping for me. A slight curve that promised untold pleasure.
I wasn’t inexperienced in the ways of sex. I knew what I liked. But never had I been with someone of his size.
And with his body?
I’d be ruined for all other males after this.
He returned to the mattress, stormwood and smoke filling my nostrils as he scooted toward me. Two fingers tugged on my lower lip, then trailed from my chin to my sternum, where our magic coiled. “All mine,” he growled, the possessiveness in his tone rolling a shiver down my spine.
My power leaped to the surface, meeting his touch. Our bond purred in contentment.
With a featherlight caress, he trailed lower until his fingers rested mere inches from where I so desperately wanted to be filled.
He inhaled deeply. “Your scent. There is nothing in all the worlds like it.”
His praise pooled molten heat in my center.
He gripped himself then, lining up with my entrance. His head swiped through the slickness, eliciting a groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
“Please,” gasped out of me as he circled my clit, sending sparks scattering through my veins. His gaze dragged up my body like he was searing each piece of me into his memory. When our eyes collided and he stilled, so fucking close to pushing inside me, I ceased breathing.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he ground out through whatever restraint remained. If I hadn’t been pinned down, I would have already lifted my hips to meet his.
“I will,” I panted.
