“One dance. I’ll have you back in your seat before he returns.” Perfidious met her gaze, held it, adding a bit of mind control to ensure she didn’t reject him. He wasn’t entirely sure it would work on a Fae, so imagine his surprise when a bright smile beamed back at him.
“I hope you’re a good dancer,” she said as she slipped her long, delicate fingers in his hand.
“You have no idea, gorgeous.”
She smelled like roses, a sweet scent that went right to his head, made him wonder what she’d look like sprawled naked on a thousand red petals.
The DJ was making his way back to his fancy setup as Perfidious tugged Asmia toward him.
“Looks like we’ve got some seduction taking place right now,” the DJ announced. “How about something sinful?”
The crowd cheered as a rousing beat began.
Bodies embarked upon the dance floor as Perfidious drew Asmia to him, one hand flattening against her lower back, the other sliding into her hair as he brought her cheek to his.
“Such a lovely creature,” he whispered against her ear, enjoying the way her long, lithe body molded to his. “So hot and eager.”
With his fist in her hair, he pulled her back so he could meet her eyes.
Deep inside her, there was an urge to resist him, but Perfidious maintained enough control to override it. Ensuring she understood he was in charge, not her. He held all the cards, made all the rules. It was ultimately his decision as to whether or not she would succumb to his advances.
And she most definitely would.
Eventually.
Asmia whimpered, her hands gliding over him as she gave in to the subtle nudges he gave her mind.
Perhaps he was indulging a bit more than he intended, but Perfidious was unable to banish the thought of feeling her skin on his. Not since the night he’d met her. Every thought he’d had since was plagued with raunchy thoughts of the two of them together. Now as she ground sinfully against him, her body seeking the pleasure of his, he knew resisting her was no longer an option.
“I don’t even know your name…” She moaned softly, her body moving intimately against his.
“Perfidious,” he whispered into her ear. “Say it. Say my name.”
“Perfidious,” she purred, her legs spreading as he slid his thigh between them.
He was tempted to take her to a dark corner, to lift that sexy little black dress and push deep inside her lush heat, but he resisted.
It was all about the build up, after all.
“You can feel me, can’t you?”
“Yes.” Asmia sighed, tipping her head back, exposing her long, sleek neck as the seductive sounds moved through and around them.
He grazed her skin with his lips, caressing her with his tongue.
He’d waited so fucking long to get his hands on her, his mouth. Her taste went right to his head, made every minute he’d spent thinking about her worth it. But it was too difficult to maintain the control on her mind when she was driving him to the point of insanity, which was the only reason the connection broke.
She lifted her head, met his eyes, and he could see the concern. Taking back control was easy enough, just a little push on her mind, assuring her he was the male she wanted to be with. As long as she was looking at him, she couldn’t refuse him.
“You want me, Asmia. You want what only I can give you.”
Her hips rolled as she ground her sex against his thigh, desperate to get closer. Perfidious fed her need, cupping her ass, holding her to him as she sought the release the friction promised. He wanted to see her face when she came, to hear his name on her lips. It became his sole focus. One song blended with another, equally as dark, just as alluring.
Asmia remained in his embrace for long minutes. Every time she came close to orgasm, he refused her, maintaining the control he had on her body and her mind.
The male she’d been with reappeared near the bar, drawing Perfidious’s attention. He was searching for her, eyes scanning all the bodies. It wouldn’t take but a minute for him to locate her, and for now, Perfidious intended to keep his presence a secret. This game they were playing was far too intense for him to out himself yet.
Turning his attention back to Asmia, Perfidious connected with her mind once more. “When you walk away from me, you won’t remember this moment. You’ll forget you were in my arms, but you’ll crave me. Your body’ll burn for mine. When you touch yourself, it’ll be my fingers you feel.”
