as if it were actually happening to me. I felt the warmth and tingling of a mouth sucking my nipple, and it was so real. In one scene, I was on all fours while a man pounded me from behind. His hands were on my hips, controlling the rhythm. Suddenly I was in another scene where I was a man lying on my back while a woman sucked on the head of my cock. I could have never imagined what that felt like, but now I knew. The throbbing ache, the sensitive nerves, the wet warmth all around. Then I was riding on top of a man made of muscles and chest hair. I could smell his sweat and feel the coarse hair between my fingertips.
As I chased my orgasm, I realized I was never going to get there. No one climaxed in the fantasies; it just kept shuffling from one sex act to the next. Frustrated, I opened my eyes to Christian in the corner chair, watching me. He gripped the armrests, his fangs fully extended and his eyes hooded.
I whimpered. This pain was never going to go away.
“Open your legs,” he growled. “Wider.”
His textured words moved across my sensitive skin like the tassels of a whip. I bent my knees.
“Pinch your nipples,” he said next.
A pulse of desire shot through me like white lightning when I did as he commanded, and I realized it was his voice I needed to hear. It was his face I needed to see. His smoldering eyes, his sharp cheekbones, and the raven tattoo that spread across his arm and chest like a cloak. My belly dipped at the sight of water glistening on his chest.
“I want my tongue… right there,” he growled. “Remember what it feels like, Raven? My tongue inside you, and then the secret bite that makes you scream.”
My breath hitched at the memory. The chair creaked beneath his grip as he steadily watched me. Tiny bursts of light shimmered around me, and I surrendered to them as my whole body tensed.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing,” he said, his voice rough and sexy. “Stroke it for me. That’s the way. Keep coming, Precious. The things I’ll do to you later you can’t imagine.”
I rode out my orgasm for as long as I could until all the energy melted away to nothing.
And that was only round one.
For the next two hours, Christian sat in the chair, coaching me through dirty talk, one orgasm after another.
Christian sat on the edge of the bed and melted me with his warm eyes. “Do you feel up for coffee?”
I squinted at the light invading through the top of the heavy drapes. “What time is it?”
He crossed the room to the counter and fetched me a cup of coffee. “What happened to your Mage clock?”
“I think it’s fried after last night.” I propped pillows behind me and sat up. My robe was wide open, so I closed it and tried to comb my hair with my fingers. “How did you know I was awake?”
“I know the sounds your body makes when you sleep.” He approached the bed and sat to my left, the coffee cup in his hands. The way he was holding it would have burned anyone else’s palms.
I gripped the handle. “Hello, darling.”
“I know you like it black.”
I breathed in the delicious aroma before slurping it. Not exactly gourmet, but it was exactly what I needed.
“I never really understood the term blue balls until now,” he said matter-of-factly.
When I remembered every sordid detail, a blush heated my cheeks. “Why didn’t you take care of yourself?”
He shook his head. “Wouldn’t have been right.”
I set the cup down on the nightstand. “I’m sorry.”
He jerked his neck back. “For what?”
“All that ugly stuff I said to you. Hitting you. I didn’t mean it.”
“Cast your fears aside. I know that wasn’t you talking.”
“Can you open the drapes? Not all the way—my eyes are sensitive.”
Christian stood up and squinted when he pulled back the drapes. A stream of light spilled across the bed, and I reached out to draw healing light through my fingertips.
When the wound on my arm sealed, I touched my eye to make sure the swelling was gone. “Why didn’t you give me your blood last night?”
He closed the drapes and returned to the bed. “Had I done that, I wouldn’t have been able to control you. Not in that condition. You would have forced yourself on me.”