His gaze was molten as he stalked toward me, and I fought a shiver at the predatory intent swirling in his silver-gray eyes. His magical tattoo undulated on his chest, and my mouth went dry as I drank him in.
His upper arms and shoulders were all taut cords of muscle, and his abdominals rippled as he stopped on the topmost step.
He was power incarnate, and my own body hummed in response as my gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants.
“Like what you see, little huntress?”
An embarrassing whimper slipped out of me, and my heart skittered with the urge to be nearer.
As if sensing my need, he took another step, and I stumbled backward into the ladder. I couldn’t look away. He was devastatingly beautiful with his dark hair in disarray and his full lips swollen from our kiss.
Crowding me against the rungs, Kaden gripped the ladder rails, effectively caging me in. My skin tingled as he looked me over, taking in my disheveled clothes and my peaked nipples.
He leaned in, and I shivered as his nose brushed against the edge of my jaw. “It’s been too long,” he rumbled, his hot breath tickling my skin. “Andgods, have I missed you.”
I made a soft sound of agreement, groping for the top button of his trousers, but Kaden reached down and captured my wrist.
“Not yet,” he murmured, though his voice sounded strained. “I need to taste you first.”
And then his mouth clamped around my breast, sucking on my nipple through the thin fabric.
I cried out at the sensation of delicious wet heat and the light pinch of his teeth. With his free hand, he squeezed my other breast — hard enough that my cry turned into a moan and my spine arched back.
Releasing his hold on me, Kaden’s hands found the part in my shirt and ripped it open with a snarl. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging over the landing as his tongue lashed out to taste my bare skin.
I shrieked as his stubble scraped against the sensitive flesh, a stark contrast to the softness of his mouth.
My hands roved over the swells of his shoulders, down his arms and torso. His skin was like velvet over the hard ridges of muscle, which shifted and bunched beneath my touch.
Dropping to one knee, Kaden looked up at me through disheveled dark locks, a clear question in his gaze. His injured wings were spread behind him, a dark backdrop to his smoldering eyes.
The sight of such a powerful male kneeling before me made my core throb with desire, but then he reached behind him into the waistband of his trousers and produced my witchwood blade.
“I haven’t even gotten your clothes off, and already you drop your guard?”
His voice was rough, like two stones scraping together, and the raw male need in his gaze was undeniable.
I swallowed, searching his eyes for any trace of the demon king, but all I saw was Kaden.
Slowly, carefully, he reached up and took my hand, fitting my fingers around the hilt.
I gripped the dagger tightly, heart in my throat, as he hooked his fingers in my waistband and tugged my pants down.
I shivered as cool air kissed my bare flesh, and a slight flush crept up my neck at my sudden exposure.
Kaden’s gaze turned ravenous as he took me in, but hismovements were slow and measured as he peeled my trousers down my legs and helped me step out of them.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned as his hand slid up my thigh.
My breath hitched as he skimmed his thumb down my center, dragging it through the wetness between my legs.
“Kaden,” I gritted, squeezing my eyes shut as my whole body shook.
A low chuckle rumbled through him, and I opened them again to watch with breathless fascination as he grasped the underside of my knee and hooked a leg over his shoulder.
The movement threw me slightly off-balance, but I braced myself against the ladder.
“So wet for me,” Kaden mused, his voice soft as he brushed his thumb over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
