He smiles, and my heart feels like it might burst from pure joy. I’ve forgotten what that felt like. When his mouth is on mine again, it’s a kiss borne of need and desperation. Our tongues dance and twist, fighting for dominance, neither wanting to concede to the other.
I need him.
All of him.
More of him.
My fingers move lower, and I toy with the edge of his tunic until I find an opening. I slide my hand under it, up his taut abs to the firm planes of his chest. He’s so warm underneath my touch. His hand is on my jaw, my neck, then my dress.
“How do you get this thing off?” he asked, briefly pulling away.
“I don’t know.” I reach around, fumbling with the ribbons I can reach and tug. “They’re just getting tighter.”
“Turn around.”
I spin, then wait as his fingers trail down my spine. My skin shivers in delicious anticipation. What I wouldn’t give to feel him pressed against all of me.
“It’s stuck.”
He pulls on something and I squeak, the dress even tighter now. “Please get it off, I can’t breathe.”
There’s a sound of tearing fabric, then he turns me around and rips the bodice so it’s wide open, my breasts spilling out. I take a full breath.
“Hold on, I just need to get this knot and the dress will be off,” he says.
“I need you now.” I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stumbles, rights himself, and we both laugh.
“So fucking eager,” he murmurs as his lips and tongue tease my breasts.
I moan, reveling in the sensation.
We’re moving, then I slam against a wardrobe, my legs still wrapped around him. How did we get here? His mouth is on mine again, hot and desperate and claiming. All questions tumble from my mind. I don’t care about anything other than the feel of his lips against mine.
The wardrobe doors cave and I fall. Brevan catches and carries me away as the entire wardrobe tips to the side and crashes to the ground. With a gasp, I cling to him, but he’s already at the foot of the bed, dropping me onto the soft mattress. I scoot back until I’m in the middle.
He climbs on top of me and I reach for him, desperate to feel him inside me.
“Not yet, princess.” He grabs my wrists with one hand, then leans so close our noses nearly brush. “I’m going to savor every second of this.”
I suck in a jagged breath, and my thighs clench in anticipation. With a feral grin, he produces his belt and binds my wrists together before securing them to one of the wooden posts of the bed frame. I give it a tug and when it holds, a rush of heat goes straight to my core. With anyone else, I’d panic, but I trust him.
He trails kisses from my wrists, down to my shoulders, and up my neck. I turn my head to grant him better access, moaning softly as he continues his teasing down my sternum to my breasts. When his lips close around a nipple, I gasp. I try to reach for him, but the restraints hold tight.
Frustration rises as I struggle against the urge to touch him. His hands caress my breasts as his tongue teases my nipples.
“Brevan, I want—” Thoughts tumble from my mind as he claims my mouth.
“I know exactly what you want, princess.” He moves to my side, then pushes the layers of fabric up around my waist. I arch my back in encouragement.
“So fucking needy,” he says as he pulls my thighs apart. “Gods, you’re soaked.”
He rubs his thumb over my underwear, circling my clit. Little breathy sounds I didn’t know I was capable of making, escape my lips. I want more. I need more. I lift my hips and try to grind against him, but he pulls his hand away.
“Patience, princess.” He removes my underwear, then tosses them aside. His thumb returns, but he adds his fingers, sliding up and down, circling, teasing, but never entering me.
My hips rise, and I bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out in frustration. As he increases the speed and intensity of his fingers, my eyes close and my back arches once more, pleasure building low in my belly. I’m so close…
Then he stops.
