“Shh.” His mouth trailed up my sternum, his tusks scraping lightly against my collarbone as his fingers hooked into the lace andtugged. The sound of fabric tearing as he pulled off the bra was obscene, and I should’ve been shocked, but I wasn’t.
I was free, and my heart was thundering against my ribcage in anticipation.
The dress followed, slipping down my legs until I was standing in nothing but my ruined panties. Brakkor stepped back, his gaze raking over me, and I forced myself not to cover myself. Not to hide.
“A fucking work of art,” he murmured, his voice rough with awe. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
I swallowed, my heart pounding. “Then what are you waiting for?”
His eyes flashed, and with a growl, he scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced against the mattress, gasping, but before I could even catch my breath, he was over me, his big body caging me in. He was still fully dressed—jeans, boots, that damn shirt that smelled like leather and something darkly spiced—and the contrast of his clothes against my naked skin made me even more aware of my own sensuality.
His mouth found mine again, his kiss desperate enough to be almost bruising, before trailing down my throat, my collarbone, the valley between my breasts. His hands were everywhere—cupping, squeezing, owning—and when his lips closed around my nipple again, I arched off the bed with a cry.
“So responsive,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “I love that.”
His free hand slid down my stomach, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I was soaked, and when he groaned, I caught my breath, torn between arousal and shame.
“Fuck, Kitten,” he rasped. “You’re stilldrippingfor me.”
His fingers slid lower, parting my folds, and I gasped as he found my clit. He knew, somehow, exactly what I liked, circling the sensitive nub with just the right pressure, his callused fingers rough against my slick flesh.
Then he slid a finger—twofingers inside me, stretching me, causing me to moan in need. “Brakkor?—!”
“So tight,” he growled, his mouth moving to my other breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple as his fingers curled inside me. “Gods, you’re ready to come already, aren’t you?”
I could do nothing more than whimper in agreement, because, yeah. I was already close, my body wound tight, my hips rocking against his hand.
And then—oh God—he curled his fingers inside me, pressing against that spot, the one that made my vision white out, and I came with a surprised gasp, my back bowing off the bed.
Pleasure crashed over me in waves, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t stop, his fingers stroking me through it, drawing out every last shuddering pulse of my orgasm.
When I finally blinked back to reality, my cheeks burned with embarrassment. He was still looming over me, fully clothed, his fingers buried inside me, his dark eyes locked on my face.
“I—I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice shaky.
His brows furrowed. “For what, Kitten?”
My face flushed hotter. “For coming without you?—”
His expression shifted to something between amusement and disbelief. “That’s the whole point, Joss.”
His fingers slid out of me, glistening with my arousal, and before I could react, he brought them to his mouth andlicked themwith a satisfied sound.
I stared, mortified and ridiculously turned on.
“Godsdamn,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “You taste even better than you smell.”
When he opened them again, his gaze wasferal.
He sat up, his hands going to the hem of his shirt, and I watched, mesmerized, as he peeled it off, revealing a chest covered in intricate tattoos and one pierced nipple. My mouth watered.
I reached for him, but he caught my wrist, pressing a kiss to the inside before guiding my hand to the bed. “Not yet, Kitten.”
Before I could protest, he was settling between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart. I froze.
“Brakkor, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” His voice was a dark promise, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “Fuck, Joss, you have no idea how much I want to. How much I’ve wanted to taste you, since?—”
