your lips as I make you come.”
“Yes.” I bucked into his touch, riding his hand with shameless abandon. “Please.”
“Again,” he murmured into my ear.
I obliged, saying his name, over and over, until it turned into a keening cry of pleasure as my climax rolled through me. He wrung every last drop of ecstasy from me, then petted me down with exquisite care.
Catching my breath, I tilted my head and sought his mouth. The kiss was surprisingly tender, a thing of fragile beauty and quiet affection, pulling at something soft and neglected inside me. Our breaths mingled in the steamy air, and I half-turned in his embrace. My hip brushed over his hard length, and I bit my lip, my hand already halfway toward grasping his cock when he caught my wrist.
“In my bed,” he said roughly. “I want you in my bed.”
He rose and pulled me up with him. The water splashed as we stepped out, the light of the candles dancing over the raw masculine beauty of his honed body as he grabbed a towel and rubbed me dry with lightning in his eyes. The intensity of his focus made me shiver.
With quick, unassuming efficiency, he toweled himself off too, and the next second he’d hefted me up and was already carrying me out of the bathroom, through my room and into his own. He laid me down on the mattress with unexpected gentleness, given the tension humming in his energy. As if I were something precious, delicate, and his hunger for me in need of tempering lest he break me.
Well, now, I had no intention of tempering anything, least of all him.
When he set a knee on the mattress and started for me, I lifted one leg and stopped him with a tap of my foot against his chest.
He raised a brow in a question.
“Lie down,” I said.
Narrowing his eyes, he paused.
“So suspicious,” I muttered, curling and flexing my toes against his pecs in the hint of a caress. “One might think you don’t want my tongue on you.”
His gaze heated, one corner of his mouth tipping up. “No flying necessary?”
“Not this time.”
He sprawled on his back, arms crossed behind his head, one leg bent...displaying the full splendor of his package without a touch of modesty. Lips twitching, I crawled over to him.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” I warned, “or I’ll stop.”
His eyes flared. “A challenge?”
“You have a way of...distracting me.” I leaned over his chest and placed a kiss on his heartbeat. “But I want to explore you.” Another kiss, this one on the hard muscle where his neck met his shoulder. “And you’ll let me.”
“I’ll let you?” His voice was a low rumble.
“Mhm.” My mouth on his throat, his pulse jumping against my lips. “Because I think, for once, you’d like to let me do the pleasuring.”
“Hm.” He watched me with hooded eyes as I straddled him without sitting down.
“And I think,” I murmured, leaning down to brush my lips over his, “you’re curious and want to see what I’ll do when you give me free rein.”
If he gave me free rein. The jury was still out on that one, judging by the glint of feral hunger in his gaze. Everything I knew about him said taking and maintaining control in all aspects of his life was as intrinsic to his nature as breathing. To lie there and keep his paws off me while I took my sweet time to lick every inch of him would be akin to torture for him.
I so couldn’t wait.
Keenly aware that his restraint might snap at any second, in which case I’d be flat underneath him with him buried deep inside me in the blink of an eye, I kissed his jaw, licked down his throat to the hollow between his collarbones. The muscles in his throat worked as I let my lips glide over his skin, his power a prickling charge pressing against me. A thousand tiny taps of his energy on my body made me gasp with my mouth over his heartbeat.
“I said no touching.” I cast him an arch look.
“No, you said to keep my hands to myself.” His expression was all feigned innocence as he wiggled his fingers where his hands rested on the pillow above his head. “This is me with my hands to myself.”
Devious demon.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I kissed his left pec, licked around his nipple—and lightly bit it.
His power washed over me in a wave of electric sparks. The bed rattled.
Insanely