One second she was on her knees before him, the next she was in his muscular arms and, with a handful of steps, tossed onto her bed where she bounced.
“Hey!”
The door slid shut. She panted, breaths coming fast as she watched him standing at the end of the bed, looming over her.
“Your eyes…” she whispered.
“What about them?” His voice was deeper than she had ever heard it.
“They’re changing colors.”
He grunted in reply before easing a knee onto the bed and dropping to all fours to crawl toward her, agonizingly slowly. “You are a siren.” One arm moved closer, his hand near her knee. “A temptress.” The other hand moved to the bed near her hip as her legs fell open of their own accord. “Your hips are made for my hands to hold as I slide into your slick heat.”
She whimpered as his other hand moved to cage her in between his chest and the bed, but still he didn’t touch her. “Your breasts for my lips to worship.” He eased closer, his chest so close to her that if she arched off the bed, they would touch. “Your mouth,” his head dropped to the side of her neck, his hot breath sending shivers through her, “is made for me to devour.”
Krystal couldn’t take it any longer. With every sinuous movement of his body over hers, with every word she had flooded with arousal. She had never been so turned on in her life. She arched up to press herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck.
“Do not misunderstand my intentions, Krystal. The things I want to do to you.” He groaned, pulling his head back when she would have kissed him. “I want you in the most depraved ways.”
Krystal whined in frustration. She actually whined. “I want this. I want you.”
T’arq's smile was predatory as he looked down at her. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes flashing an even darker purple. “Tell me what you want from me, little mouse.”
“I want you,” she pleaded, winding her fingers through his hair. The locks were longer than when she had first met him, and she enjoyed the feeling of the soft strands on her fingers.
“No.” His voice deepened as he drew out the word.
Her fingers stilled; brows drawn together in confusion. “No?”
“Tell meexactlywhat you want from me.”
“Oh.” She flushed bright red. She could feel the color spreading over her. “I can’t.” She whispered, looking away, and drawing her hands back from where they had rested around his neck.
Long fingers gripped her chin firmly to turn her face to look at him. “If you can’t ask, you get nothing.”
Krystal wriggled, desperately seeking… something… trying to push herself against him. T’arq took her hands above her head and held them against the mattress in one big hand.
“Tell me.”
Panting, she writhed on the bed underneath him and whispered. “I want you… to… fuck me.”
“Louder.”
She cleared her throat. “I want you to fuck me.”
“You can do better than that, little mouse. Look at me.”
Thankful that the rooms were well insulated against noise, Krystal let loose. “I want you to fuck me!” She finally managed a volume that met with his approval.
“Good girl.” He purred, sliding one hand down her neck to gently caress the dip of her waist. She didn’t think she could get any more turned on, but at his words she whimpered, heat pooling low in her belly.
“What do you want first?” He smirked, obviously enjoying himself immensely.
“I want you naked.” She tried to hide her face as she spoke.
He laughed. “Whatever you wish, little mouse.” He eased himself away from her and she felt the loss immediately, reaching to cover herself with her hands. “Don’t,” he said, and she let her hands drop away to lie sprawled on the messy bed covers in just her briefs and tank top. That had cartoon animals on them. Again. He didn’t seem bothered by that, thankfully.
She watched, transfixed, as he straightened to stand by the bed. He stared at her intently, his expression serious, breath coming in deep pulls. She shifted on the bed and he jerked a hand to stop her.
