like centuries. It’d only been eighteen years, according to Sethios. Yet it felt like so much longer.
She kissed his hip bone, her tongue touching the trickle of blood she’d created with the blade. His cock pulsed in response, making her smile. “This is the reason you wanted me to find the knife.”
“One of many,” he admitted, his fingers threading through her tangled strands. “Fuck, I’ve missed your mouth on me, Caro.”
A tingle worked through her at the need in his voice. He’d just gone down on her for the third time—which was when she’d found the knife—and yet her body was roaring back to life all over again.
He made her insatiable.
And she very much wanted to return the favor.
She guided the blade across his lower belly, hard enough to make him bleed. He flinched and groaned in response, his grasp in her hair tightening as she slid her tongue along the scrape.
More, he growled into her mind.
Make me, she said, wanting to feel his power wrap around her in that intimate caress only he could give her.
“Suck my cock, Caro,” he demanded.
She grinned at his directness, loving that he didn’t waste time with unnecessary words. He knew what he wanted, and he took it. That’d always been the way with Sethios. And she happily gave him what he desired, her lips wrapping around his thick head and gliding down as far as her mouth would allow.
A guttural noise left his mouth, his body spasming from the onslaught of pleasure her tongue provided against his shaft. She grazed him with her teeth, drawing a hiss from his lips.
“Fuck,” he muttered, arching into her.
She repeated the action, knowing he liked the danger of her potential bite. It was a game between them, a harsh dance of sensuality intertwined with unpredictability. He’d once told her he wanted to watch her go down on him just to see if she would bite.
She did.
Frequently.
But not today. She wanted to feel him come undone in her mouth too badly to prolong his sexual torment.
And he’d commanded her to suck, his words underlined in a healthy dose of persuasion that compelled her cheeks to hollow around him. She reveled in the energy coursing through her veins, the need pulsing against her tongue, and the connection thriving between her and Sethios.
It was perfection.
Made her feel alive.
Provided her with the history she needed to ground her in the present.
She set the knife beside them on the mattress and drew her nails up his thighs instead, needing to mark him and remind the world of her claim.
He cursed and his grip in her hair twisted, his hips pumping upward and forcing her to take him deeper. She hummed in approval at his dominant side coming through, her throat working to accept his thrusts as she continued to swallow around him.
“You’re destroying me, angel.” His words were gruff and riddled with agony, his body trembling violently beneath her, his mind lost to her ministrations.
She loved the warm energy flooding through her veins, the knowledge that while he might have compelled her to pleasure him, she was really the one in charge. Because she controlled the pace. Her mouth decided how hard to work. Her tongue chose how to stroke him. And her teeth dictated how hard she bit into his sensitive skin.
He jolted as she clamped down just a little more, then groaned as she sucked the pain away.
He was close. She could feel it in the way he pulsated in her mouth, and also through their bond. His breathing shallowed, his muscular legs tensed beneath her fingers. “Swallow” was all he said as he exploded onto her tongue.
There was no compulsion in that single word, but she drank him down because she had no other choice. She needed this as much as he craved it, his taste an exquisite flavor that was all Sethios.
Warm. Hot. Male.
Oh, she’d missed the potency of this position, the way he gave in to her entirely with each thrust of his hips. She owned him completely. Just as he owned her. And it was the most amazing power exchange, filling her with renewed vitality and joy.
She drew out the moment, licking Sethios clean, indulging in every drop, until he lay replete beneath her. And then she crawled over him to straddle his hips, her heated center exactly where it belonged.
He grinned lazily up at her. “You look quite pleased with yourself, angel.”
“I am.”
He chuckled, then grabbed her hips and rolled her beneath him on the