straight down her spine.
“Please, what, mono mia?”
Oh, when he called her that… “More. I need more.”
He growled. Then his teeth sank into her flesh.
She cried out as pain streaked down her throat, then moaned in absolute pleasure as he licked the spot and suckled, the frantic motion of his tongue and lips and mouth sending shards of electricity straight into her core.
He was making her high. Each time his teeth pierced her skin, she felt as if he was injecting something hot and wicked into her system. When his tongue passed over the spot, it sizzled inside her. And when he growled, when he tightened his hold on her hair and pulled her body hard against his, whatever that was sparked, flared, then flashed like wildfire inside, igniting everything until she was sure it would consume her.
“Touch me.” Her fingernails dug into the muscles of his arms. She rocked her hips up, searching for his cock, aching to feel it against her. For any part of it she could reach. “My whole body’s on fire.”
“I want you hotter.” He jerked his hand from her hair, let go of her hip, and lifted his mouth from her throat.
Her head grew light. She tried to right herself. Swayed. Tried to focus. Couldn’t. His mouth closed over hers again in a blinding kiss, making her groan and lean into him. Then his fingers curled in the fabric at her shoulders and yanked.
Fabric tore. Cool air pebbled her nipples. He licked into her mouth as if he were starved, as if he couldn’t get enough, as if she were his sustenance.
She moaned and rocked her hips against his, growing hotter, growing wetter, needing more. Knew she should take control but couldn’t seem to get her limbs to catch up to her mind. Then his hands were on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, driving her mad. His fingers pinching and twisting the barbells through her tender nipples until she gasped with that familiar burst of pleasure and pain that told her she was about to come—hard.
“Oooh…” She lifted her hand to his nape, threaded her fingers into his soft hair, kissed him back just as franticly as he was kissing her. Electricity arced from her nipples to her sex, making her grunt. Making her groan. Making her so fucking insane. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed everything.
“Dios…” Her other hand dropped to his hip, shifted between them, searching for the button on his pants.
“You don’t say when, female.” He jerked back from her mouth, gripped her at her hips, and whipped her around to face the door. “I say when.”
She gasped. Her hands slapped against the hard wood. She sucked in a breath and shuffled her feet so she wouldn’t fall. Before she could orient herself, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt and yanked hard.
Fabric tore again. Cool air washed over her bare ass, prickling her skin. He wrenched the ruined skirt from her body and tossed it behind him.
Knowing he was seeing all of her now didn’t embarrass her. It aroused her. Made that electricity inside arc even higher. Made her sex gush in anticipation of what he would do next.
His warm breath slid down her spine. She closed her eyes. Trembled as he kicked her legs wider and moved in at her back. Blood pounded in her ears as his body grazed hers—close, but not anywhere near close enough.
Commanding fingertips brushed her shoulder, pushing her hair to one side, exposing her throat. Then his lips skimmed the sensitive skin near her ear again, and she shivered and leaned her head back, aching for his mouth, for his teeth, for his wicked tongue that made her forget everything but him.
“Don’t ever wear something that short and slutty in front of the silens again.” His open palm pressed against her stomach, drawing her ass back against his erection. His thick, hard, magnificent erection.
She groaned and arched at the contact. “Why not?”
His fingers slid lower. Into the curls at the top of her mound. “Because I was seconds away from torching the next one who looked at you.” His teeth closed over her earlobe, sending a tremor straight down her spine. “And had I known you were naked under that fucking skirt, every single one who touched you in that courtyard would already be ash.”
Overbearing, bossy males didn’t do it for her. Not at all. But this one… The possessive, greedy, shameless order she heard in his gruff voice pushed her from