“Oh, I think you will.” I keep hold of her until we reach the pavilion in the centre of the maze.
It’s empty, thankfully. A daybed covered in blankets and pillows sits below the tall wooden structure. Lanterns swing from the beams, illuminating Dahlia’s scowl as I lower her onto the bed.
“Manhandling a lady is not how you win back her affection.” She pouts.
“Good thing you’re not a lady. You’re a dirty, bratty princess.” I crawl over her as she shudders beneath me. “You like being chased, don’t you?”
“No.” She won’t meet my gaze. I wish I had my whips here, or my ropes. I’d punish her for such a blatant lie, but I’ll make do with my tongue tonight.
Besides, if anyone here needs punishing, it’s me.
“I’m sorry for what happened in the throne room.” I push up her skirt, sliding her bloomers down her legs. “It was cruel of meand selfish. I didn’t think about how it would hurt you.” Casting aside her bloomers, I part her thighs.
Fucking heavenly.
Her chest heaves. “Keep apologising.”
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know how truly sorry I am.” I drag my tongue over her hot sex. She tastes sweeter than chocolate. “I was monstrous to you, but it won’t happen again.” I lap at her hungrily. “I’ll kill myself before I make you feel that way again.”
“I can’t…” She arches her back. “I don’t forgive you.”
“You will,” I whisper against her. Pushing two fingers inside of her, I swirl my tongue over her clit. “Tell me what you want, Dahlia. I can be sweet to you if you’d like that.” I kiss between her hips. “Or maybe…” A dark thought weaves through my mind. “Maybe you want me to be cruel. You liked it when I whipped you before.”
“Don’t talk about that.” She frowns.
“Would you like me to tie you up in my dungeon?” I hear her breath catch. “I can keep you there like a pet and use you as I please.”
“That’s the last thing I want.” But her cheeks are flushed, and I can feel she’s close to finishing.
Unfortunately for her, I’m nowhere near done.
Grinning, I slide my fingers out. “I know what you’d like.” Pushing up from the daybed, I help her up onto her shaking legs.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
My hands stroke her waist before tugging on the laces of her bodice. “Undressing you, sweetheart. I don’t want my pet wearing clothes.”
Her lips pop apart, but she doesn’t stop me as I ease open her corset, the silky fabric spilling down her?—
“Fuck,” I breathe. I have no words. All I can do is stare as her gown falls away to reveal a sight too divine for my demon gaze.
Lifting my hand to one of her breasts, I squeeze softly. It fits perfectly in the palm of my hand.
So fucking perfect.
“I get it. They’re too small. You don’t have to rub it in,” she snarls.
“Dahlia.” My brows draw together. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Do not ever think that there is anything wrong with any part of you.”
She rolls her eyes, scoffing.
“Dahlia,” I warn. Pulling her closer to me, I lift her chin. “You are beautiful. Is that clear?Theseare beautiful.” My fingertips skim the delicate skin of her breasts.
She shudders as her nipples harden. Grinning, I take one into my mouth, kissing it softly.
“Tauren…” she moans.
“Hush,” I breathe against her. Somehow I find the strength to pull my lips away and return to the daybed. If I don’t stop now I’ll end up taking her here against the grass.
