His body was screaming with outright approval at her wicked impatience. He rarely bedded aggressive women, but the sight of Laylah perched na**d above him, her firm br**sts within easy reach of his mouth and the entrance to her body pressed tantalizingly against his fully aroused cock, was enough to make him grit his teeth against the looming cl**ax.
The slightest shift and this would be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of deal.
“Easy, my sweet,” he coaxed, his fingers cupping her ass as she squirmed against him.
“Easy?” She glared into his tightly clenched expression. “Do you know how long it’s been for me?”
He frowned, something primitive and possessive stirring deep inside him. He didn’t recognize the emotion, but it violently protested the thought of any hand but his touching this woman.
“The cur?” he demanded. He’d intended to leave Caine for Salvatore to kill, but if he’d had his hands on Laylah, then he would drain the bastard himself.
“A convenient partner in crime, but not in bed.” She shivered, her breath coming in tiny pants. “God, I … ache.”
His fingers tightened on her hips. “Hold on.”
She frowned with impatience. “What?”
“You’re not going to pretend you want me just because you’ve been going through a dry spell.”
“What’s wrong, Tane?” she taunted. “Did I hurt your fragile ego?”
“You shouldn’t challenge me, sweet Laylah,” he growled in warning. “Or what?”
A slow smile curved his lips. “I promised I would make you beg.”
“Not even in your wildest … oh … oh …” Her head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut as he released a jolt of power. Her nails dug into his chest, the tiny pain making his h*ps jerk upward in pleasure. “Dammit,” she muttered. “That’s not fair.”
Gripping her h*ps he stroked her over the hard length of his erection, hissing at the exquisite sensation.
“But you like it,” he said, his hand skimming up the curve of her waist to cup her breast.
“I didn’t say that.”
His smile widened as her soft sigh of encouragement filled the room.
“Your moans of pleasure gave it away.”
She sucked in a deep breath, her eyes opening to reveal a dangerous sparkle in the dark depths.
“Did they? Well, maybe we should discover what you like.”
Before he could guess her intent she was bending forward, deliberately rubbing her br**sts against his chest before brushing her mouth over his lips.
The caress was as soft as a feather, but Tane jerked as if he’d been punched in the gut. It was this woman. Her touch, her scent, her soft sounds of pleasure. It all combined to send his lust into hyperdrive.
Just as gently she parted his lips, running her tongue down the length of his massive fang. He groaned, wondering if she knew what the hell she was doing to him.
“Be careful that you’re not starting something you’re not prepared to finish,” he husked.
“I’m making sure you’re prepared.” She laughed, spreading kisses down his clenched jaw. Then, with an evil disregard for his shattered restraint, she forged a brazen path over his chest and journeyed southward.
His hands clutched the sheet beneath him as she tormented him with light nips and nibbles, touching him everywhere but where he most ached.
Sadist.
Lifting his head off the pillow, he glared down at his tormentor, his words of protest dying on his lips as he caught sight of her beautiful features intent as she concentrated on her self-imposed task and her brilliant hair shimmering like fire.
The mere sight was nearly enough to make him come.