He swats me on the rear. “Gentle voices only, sweetheart, or I won’t be so gentle next time I take you.” I hold back a moan as he lifts my hips, propping me onto my knees. “And keep the pressure off those pretty thighs for me. I don’t want your wound opening up again.”
Reluctantly, I keep my lips sealed while he strokes my back.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs, grabbing my waist. “So ready for me.” When he grinds his hips against my rear, I groan into the bedroll.
“Please,” I stammer. Virtue be damned, I want this for me. “Please, Tauren.”
“Hmm?” He doesn’t stop. “You haven’t earned my cock yet, Dahlia. That’s only for submissive princesses.”
My growl is murderous.
“Shh, greedy girl.” He grinds his hips against me until I moan. “Why don’t you start by apologising for running away? If you beg extra nicely, maybe I’ll give you a taste of it.”
“You’re an arsehole.” I fist the bedroll.
He pauses his hips, and I whimper desperately. “Sweet princess… You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He’s gone before I can stop him. When I lift my head, he’s sitting on the other side of the fire, watching me with a smirk.
Furious, I push myself to a kneeling position and avert my gaze, but I still feel his on my skin.
“Take off your corset.” His voice dances through the fire.
“No.”
“Take off your corset,” he says again. “Do not make me compel you.”
I glare at him. The brat in me wants to ignore his command and pout, but my hands have already betrayed me. Running my fingers through my laces, I strip off my corset and toss it to the side.
The look on Tauren’s face is worth more than a carriage full of gold.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathes. He’s upon me before I can reply, basking me in his addictive scent. Forcing me back against the bedroll, he pushes my thighs apart while teasing the skin of my breasts.
I shudder as his hands brush my nipples.
“I love how sensitive you are here.” He grins, pressing a kiss to my nipple. Dragging his hands away, he stays looming over me, propping his arms either side of my shoulders.
I feel so exposed beneath him, naked while he’s fully clothed. “I want to see you,” I say without thinking. “Please.” My hands lift tentatively to the buttons of his shirt, but he grabs my wrists.
He lowers them to my belly, placing my hands by my throbbing entrance. “Touch yourself for me and maybe I’ll let you see.”
I don’t hesitate. Slipping my fingers between my folds, I let out a soft moan.
“That’s it.” His pupils dilate. “Such a good girl.”
My back arches. I can’t believe it. I’m already so close.
“Careful. Don’t let yourself come. I decide when you finish.”
I bite my lip, suppressing a moan. It’s so hard to keep teasing myself like this. I want to press harder. I need?—
Without lifting his gaze from my lips, Tauren unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to one side.
I forget how to breathe. The skin of his chest is golden and toned. Thick muscles ripple over his front and shoulders.
“Satisfied?” He smirks.
My voice comes out all raspy. “It’ll do.”
“It’ll do?” he snorts. “The blush on your face says otherwise, little monster.”
