His tongue soft and warm and invading.
He wound me into a needy puddle, and the only thing I could do was pant and squirm beneath him.
He picked up a trail going south.
My jaw. My neck. My right breast.
My nipple sucked into his sinful mouth.
My belly.
The tops of my thighs.
His lips adoring every inch as he kissed lower before he scooted all the way off the end of the bed.
He knelt to untie his boots, then he rose high.
Towering over me, his stare unwavering as he popped the button on his jeans and unzipped the fly.
He shoved them down and off his ankles.
And Silas Mercer stood in front of me bare.
Completely naked.
In a way he hadn’t since we first started pleasuring each other.
If I thought he was intimidating before…
I pushed up onto my hands so I could take him in.
His cock jutted for the ceiling, gleaming with the rod that pierced his tip.
His abs trembled and his heart rolled.
Depravity dripped from the demons that crawled across his flesh. A warning of who he really was and what he was capable of.
And I knew what I was asking for. What I was surrendering to. Offering this wickedly dangerous man my body and soul.
“King.”
With the way I breathed it, I knew it said everything.
“Wildfire,” he grunted.
The connection that had drawn us together from the beginning twisted around us as he climbed back onto the bed and wound himself between my thighs.
A storm that formed at the ends of the earth and gathered to consume us.
His skin skimmed mine.
A stoking of the flames.
Magnifying the severity.
Warm, whiskey eyes were pinned on mine.
“Saw your pills on the counter, and I’ve been tested. Want you bare,” he grunted.
