his hip. He held his breath as he got hard in a rush, his erection achingly close to where she was touching him.
Her body moved nearer to his, her breasts caressing his ribs, her core rubbing on his thigh.
Maybe she was still asleep.
And then she took him into her hand.
Wrath moaned, arching his back.
Her fingers were steady as she stroked him.
He went for her instinctively, craving what she seemed to be offering, but she stopped him. Rising to her knees, she pressed him down to the mattress with her palms on his shoulders.
“This time is for you,” she whispered, kissing him softly.
He could barely speak. “You still want… me?”
Confusion spiked her brows. “Why wouldn't I?”
With a pathetic groan of relief and gratitude, Wrath lurched for her again. Except she didn't let him get anywhere near her body. She pushed him back down and gripped his wrists, bringing his arms over his head.
She kissed his neck. “When we were together last, you were very… generous. You deserve the same kind of treatment.”
“But your pleasure is mine.” His voice was rough. “You can't know how much I like to make you come.”
“I'm not so sure about that.” He felt her shift, and then her hand brushed against his erection. He bowed off the mattress, a low sound rumbling up through his chest. “I might have some idea.”
“You don't have to do this,” he said hoarsely, fighting once more to touch her.
She leaned into his wrists forcefully, holding him still. “Relax. Let me be in control.”
Wrath could only stare up in disbelief and breathless anticipation as she pressed her lips to his.
“I want to do you,” she whispered.
In a silky rush, her tongue entered his mouth. Penetrated him. Slid in and out as if she were fucking him.
His whole body went rigid.
With each one of her thrusts, she got farther inside of him, into his skin and his brain. Into his heart. She was possessing him, taking him. Leaving her mark on him.
When she left his mouth, she moved down his body. She licked his neck. Sucked his nipples. Raked her nails gently across his belly. Tested his hip bones with her teeth.
He gripped the headboard and pulled, making the whole bed frame shift and creak in protest.
Waves of stinging heat made him feel as if he were going to pass out. Sweat bloomed over his skin. His heart hammered so hard it started skipping beats.
Words fell from his lips, a stream of consciousness spoken in the old language, a guttural expression of what she was doing to him, how beautiful she was to him.
The second she took his erection into her mouth, he nearly came. He cried out, body spasming. She pulled back, gave him time to settle.
And then she put him through torture.
She knew just when to bring it on, just when to pause. The combination of her wet mouth at his thick tip and her hands moving up and down his shaft was a one-two punch he could barely withstand. She brought him to the brink over and over again until he was reduced to begging.
Finally, she straddled his hips and hovered above him. He looked down between their bodies. Her thighs were wide open over his swollen, throbbing erection, and he almost lost it.
“Take me,” he moaned. “God, please.”
She slid him inside of her, and his whole body felt the sensation. Tight, wet, hot, she enveloped him. She began to move in a slow, pumping rhythm, and he didn't last long. When he came, he felt like he'd been ripped in two, the bursts of energy creating a shock wave that went through the room, shaking the furniture, blowing out the candle.
On the slow float back to earth, he realized it was the first time anyone had ever taken such care to pleasure him.
He wanted to weep that she would still have him at all.
Beth smiled in the darkness at the sound Wrath made as his body rocked under hers. The force of his orgasm took her over the edge, and she fell onto his heaving chest as her own delicious waves took her breath away.
Afraid that she was too heavy, she made a move to get off him, but he stopped her, holding on to her hips. He spoke to her in a beautiful tumble of sounds she didn't understand.
“What?”
“Stay just where you are,” he said in English.
She settled onto his body, relaxing completely.
She wondered what he'd said to her as she'd made love to him, but the