"I've been thinking about you all day." He watched her face. The flush spreading down her neck, the way her lips parted, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "You think I was picturing you in silk?" He let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "I was picturing you exactly like this."
His free hand came up to her breast. He cupped the weight of it, ran his thumb across the nipple, felt her whole body jerk against the restraint.
"I was picturing my mouth here." He pinched, and she made a sound that went straight to his cock. "And here." His hand slid to her other breast, rougher now, less patient. "I made you a promise, didn't I? That I was going to spend hours on these."
Her breath was coming fast now, shallow, her chest heaving against his hands. The belt creaked as she pulled against it,not to escape but because her body was moving without her permission, arching toward him.
"I keep my promises."
He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
She cried out. The sound echoed off the stone walls, raw and unguarded, and he felt it in his chest like a second heartbeat. He sucked hard, used his teeth, and her hips bucked forward against nothing.
"Varek—"
He switched to the other breast. Bit down just hard enough to make her yelp, then soothed the sting with his tongue.
Her hands twisted in the belt above her head. The leather creaked. She wasn't trying to get free. She was trying to find something to hold onto while he took her apart.
He pulled back just far enough to see what he'd done. Her nipples were swollen, red from his mouth, glistening. Her chest heaved with each breath.
"Beautiful," he said.
She shook her head. A denial, automatic, worn into her by years of being told otherwise.
Varek bit down on the curve of her breast. Not her nipple. The soft flesh beside it, hard enough to leave a mark.
"Don't." His voice was a growl against her skin. "Don't shake your head when I tell you what I see."
He licked the bite mark. Moved to her nipple again. Sucked it into his mouth and held it there, working it with his tongue while his hand found the other breast and rolled that nipple between his fingers.
Her hips were moving now. Small, desperate circles against the air, searching for friction that wasn't there. He could smell her arousal, thick and sweet, and his cock strained against his trousers with every sound she made.
He didn't touch her there. Didn't give her what her body was begging for.
"Varek." His name came out broken. "Please. I need—"
"I know what you need." He bit her nipple, tugged it between his teeth, released it just to watch it spring back flushed and swollen. "You'll get it when I decide."
His mouth moved to the underside of her breast. Kissed the soft curve there, the skin so pale it was almost translucent, blue veins visible beneath the surface. He sucked a mark into that tender flesh while his fingers kept working her other nipple, pinching and rolling and pulling until she was gasping with every breath.
He switched sides again. Lost count of how many times. Her nipples were dark now, almost bruised-looking, and every touch made her whole body jerk like she'd been struck.
She was close. He could smell it, could feel it in the way her thighs were trembling, the way her hips had stopped searching and started grinding against nothing in tight, rhythmic pulses.
He closed his teeth around her nipple and pulled.
Her back arched off the bedpost. The sound that came out of her wasn't a word, wasn't even close to a word. It was raw and broken and it went through him like a blade.
He didn't let go. Kept the pressure constant, his teeth holding her there while his tongue worked the trapped peak. His other hand found her neglected breast and squeezed, hard, the nipple caught between his knuckles.
Her thighs locked together. He watched the muscles in her stomach clench, watched the color spread down from her throat to her chest to the soft curve of her belly. Her hands were white-knuckled around the belt, pulling so hard the leather groaned.
He sucked harder. Pinched harder. Gave her nothing but this, nothing but his mouth and his hands on her breasts while therest of her body strained toward a release he wasn't going to help her reach.
She broke.
The orgasm hit her like a wave crashing, her whole body seizing against the restraints. Her hips jerked forward, once, twice, grinding against air while the contractions rolled through her. He felt them in the flesh under his mouth, felt the way her breast tightened and released in pulses that matched the sounds tearing out of her throat.
