More. I needed more.
“Take me to one of those cots,” I ordered.
His mouth was on my neck, and I threw my head back, offering more skin for his lips to explore. When he responded, his breath tickled my throat, making me clench my legs tighter around him.
“Those tiny cots,” he whispered, panting against my neck, “will not suffice. There is not enough space… for the things I want to do to you, princess.”
Flames of desire and need coursed through me mercilessly. Shivering bones, this man drew out the most intense arousal I had ever experienced in my life. Nothing—nothing—had ever felt this potent, this violent. I was torn between shoving him onto a cot myself and begging for him to take me right here against this wall.
All I could manage was a small whimper, and I hated myself for it. It gave him power over me.
He chuckled, and his teeth scraped against my throat.
Oh, yes, I was done for. There was no point in fighting it.
My fingernails dug into his back, and he rolled his hips with a low growl. Encouraged by this, I raked my nails along his shoulder blades, rubbing my core against him. He moaned, the sound strangled, and I knew I was driving him mad, too.
We would undo each other completely. A frenzied collision that ensured mutual destruction.
Nothing sounded more appealing to me.
“Take it off,” I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as he ran his tongue along my neck. “Please.”
“What? Your clothes? Or mine?”
“Yes. Both. Everything.” I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was his hot tongue was gliding up and down my throat, andgood gods, it was the most intoxicating experience, to have him taste me so completely.
His mouth remained on my skin while his hands dipped just beneath my rear. He shifted slightly, and then his trousers fell to the floor.
And, blood and ice, he was there. Every glorious inch of his length was taut and pressed fully against me.
But he wasn’t finished. His hands were on my waist now, his fingers sliding beneath my trousers. He curled one finger down low, just above my center.
I gave a sharp gasp. He was so close, yet still so far from where I needed him to be. “Gods, Theron,” I moaned.
“You aren’t the only one who knows how to torment, princess,” he breathed. “Tell me what it is you want.”
“I want…” Shivering bones, I couldn’t think. Stars burst in my vision as his finger trailed lower. I bucked against him, my hips grinding. “Theron—” His name was a weak sigh on my lips.
“Mmm.” His mouth was on my throat again. “Yes, my queen?”
He had never called me that before, and I liked it a little too much. The desire to taunt him bled through the heated chaos of my thoughts, and I teased, “Icommand youto service your queen.”
“I believe that’s what I’m doing.”
I tugged on a fistful of his hair, jerking his head backward to look into his eyes. They scorched into mine, burning with intensity.
“Touch me,” I said. “I want you to do despicable things to me, hunter.”
A sly grin spread across his face. If one look could melt me, this was it. The way his lips curled upward, the glint in his eyes, the pink swollenness of his mouth from kissing me… All of it was enough to set me on fire.
“As you wish.”
He tugged on my trousers until they fell to the floor, leaving me half naked. His grip tightened around my thighs as he pinned me against the wall, then shifted me upward until my legs rested on his shoulders.
And then, he brought his mouth to my center.
I stiffened, the back of my head hitting the wall with a loudthud.
