growled against her throat. “Or maybe that you were trying to make me lose it. Either way, it didn’t matter.”
She moaned as I nipped down the curve of her neck, teasing around the strap of her tank top.
“It wasn’t on purpose,” she pleaded as I plucked and rolled one tight nipple through the fabric. “At least, not much,” she finally admitted.
“Did I say you weren’t in trouble before?” I growled, spurred on by the idea of her wanting to tease me. “There might have to be repercussions, babe.”
Capturing her mouth with mine, I ran my hands under the hem of her tank top, lightly traced my nails up her side, then swiftly pulled the thin barrier off her, leaving her bare to my eyes. “You’re in all the trouble you can handle now,” I promised, watching her pupils dilate and her breath start to catch.
Falling to my knees before her, I brought one nipple into my mouth, wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her close to me.
But with her moans, she made it clear she had no intention of going anywhere as her fingers knotted in my hair.
Her panting breaths turned into husky cries as I switched my attention to the other breast, dropping one hand to rub at that sweet spot between her thighs, pushing against the fabric, not surprised to feel her wetness soaking through.
“I want to do this until you scream,” I said, rubbing her clit in circles, teasing it. “But I want to taste you even more.”
Growling, I clawed at the stupid knot she’d tied in the stupid fabric belt holding the stupid coveralls up at her waist.
“Let me get it,” she said after a breathless moment. “We don’t have enough fabric if you tear this. Next time, you can shred things off me,” she promised, and I couldn’t tell if it was meant for me or herself.
Once the fabric was free, I pushed it down to her knees, too impatient to bother with unlacing her boots.
Fingers buried in the soft flesh of her hips, I pulled her mound towards me, lapping at her sweet nectar until she shouted, her cries echoing through the cavern.
But I wanted more.
Needed more.
Spreading her legs wider as she clutched at me for balance, I rocked her backwards until she rested on the makeshift mattress, then got rid of the boots and pants altogether.
Stripping off my own clothing, I gazed down upon her.
Glorious. Tough. Clever.
And only one word ricocheted through me.
“Mine.”
Yasmin
He was going to drive me mad with need.
“Please,” I begged, but Hakon continued his slow path up my thighs, licking and nipping until I trembled, and shattered again.
But it wasn’t just his touch, nor the wicked, wonderful things he did to me with his mouth, nor the way that every move sent lightning through my body.
It was the sheer rightness of our being together. The magic that, despite everything else going on, despite the noise that was always in my head, always driving me on, I could let go.
Here, with him, nothing else mattered.
There was nothing but us.
When I recovered from being driven over the edge a second time, I reached for his strong shoulders and pulled him up to cover me.
Resting on his elbows, his dark eyes were warm, the danger more of a temptation.
“No more teasing,” I said, kissing that stern mouth that was now so sweetly irresistible. “I wasn’t that bad.”
The broad head of his cock nudged against my slick folds and I gasped.
“Maybe I can tempt you to be bad again,” he growled as he slowly drove into me.
As we locked together, pleasures chasing each other until it was a dizzying blur of heat and need, euphoria swept through me.
Frantic for more, I kissed and bit at Hakon’s neck until, with a roar, his strokes thrust even deeper, harder, until my eyes fluttered shut as frenzied nerves exploded, carrying me off to bliss with him, again and again.
I had thought that the constant light of the cavern, muted as it was, would keep me awake.
Hakon made sure I was too tired to care.
“Are we calling this morning?” I asked, sitting up bleary eyed, and looking for my clothes.
Hakon perched by the side of the makeshift bed and gently brushed my hair out of my face. “We’re the only ones down here, with no supplies and an untested comms link. I think we get to set the rules.”
“Great, then I’m decreeing I want a giant cup of kaf, and something chocolate for breakfast.”
“Could I interest