The only people who knew about his mum outside the town leadership were Cade’s family and some of the older locals. The fact that he’d shared that part of his past with a human gave him pause.
There was something different about Duchess, though, something he couldn’t name. Something that had him wanting to share all his secrets, to open his vault and adorn her in his jewels.
To add her to his hoard.
And how fucking messed up was that? He’d never had that inclination before. Sure, he’d adorned a few of his bed partners before - an anklet here, a bracelet or hip chain there. Seeing his treasures on a feminine form was sexy as fuck. But he didn’t just want to put a bracelet on Duchess, he wanted to see her covered in his treasures, dripping with his jewels.
Fucking hell. The thought of her trussed up in his precious metals and gems had him hard as a rock.
“Now, isn’t that a sight to behold?”
Damn, her voice was smooth as silk.
Asher glanced up from the shirt he’d just folded, his heart rate kicking up a few notches as he took in Duchess’s beauty.
She stood without a stitch of clothing on, her creamy skin boasting a healthy pink glow from the warmth of the bath. And the sensual smile playing on those delectable lips spoke directly to his cock.
“One could say the same for you.” He set the shirt on top of the pile he’d been folding for her. “You look edible Duchess.”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that.”
Asher could only watch as she approached, enamored by the way her hips shifted as she walked, her bare feet padding across the wood floor, the way her breasts lifted as she reached her jeweled hands up and untied the knot he’d made of her hair. The way her dark tresses cascaded over her shoulders as she came up against him. He tucked her hair behind her ears, loving how those diamonds on her lovely earlobes glittered against the backdrop of her silken locks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He murmured, dropping his lips to hers.
She opened to him, that oceanic scent of hers deepening as he explored her mouth. His hands traveled on their own, caressing the curve of her waist, her hips. She yielded to his touch, letting him lift her, wrapping those long legs around him as he moved.
It was with reluctance on both sides that he broke their kiss, her whimper beckoning him back for more. And fuck him, but he couldn’t resist.
Damn, he loved the way she kissed.
It was a wonder they made it to his room at all. But they did, landing in a tangle of limbs on his bed.
“Duchess,” he rasped breathlessly when they came up for air. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You already do.” She shifted her hips against him and he rolled them on the next kiss, loving the way she went with it and the feel of her atop his body. “It’s my turn now.” She grinned down at him.
Shit, she was incredible straddling his hips while stretching to the bedside table to grab one of the condoms he’d left out. Asher reached for the foil packet and Duchess pulled it away with a sexy smirk.
“I’ve got it this time.”
“Wait.” She cocked her head to the side, dropping her hands as he gripped her hips and sat up. “I want you to wear something of mine, Duchess. Will you do that for me?”
“Depends on what it is.” She smiled, but there was a wariness in her eyes and Asher cursed himself for breaking her mood. But he had to see this through.
“It’s in a box inside that drawer.”
He’d pulled it from his vault after he’d settled her into the bath earlier and couldn’t wait to see her face when she saw it. Hell, he couldn’t wait to see it on her, glittering against her skin.
Duchess eyed him circumspectly for a moment.
God, he felt nervous now. What the hell was wrong with him? What had he been thinking hand selecting for her like that?
“Okay, Darling.” She raised a dark brow. “Now you’ve got me intrigued.” She lifted off him, up onto her knees, as she leaned over to the table. “Ooh, I like the sight of this.” She cooed, pulling out the jeweler’s box. “I’ll have to be honest, though. I don’t care how gorgeous they are, if these are nipple clamps, they’re going right back in the box.”
“Not a fan of nipple clamps, huh?” He chuckled, suddenly imaging those luscious breasts of hers sporting gems and delicate chains.
“No,” she said primly. “And by the way, you didn’t ask my safe word. It’s plums.”
