With bare feet and exposed chest, Grim padded around me.
No, he stalked around me like a predator. His eyes were alight with a hunger that tripled the thrum of my nerves, but it was too late now.
“I want you to slowly run them down and over your breasts.”
He stopped behind me. My hands followed his direction, sliding over the soft swells of my chest and over the lace of the bra.
His hot breath fanned against my ear, causing goosebumps to rise along my neck. “Slip one of your hands inside your bra. I want you to feel the silken texture of your skin. The perfect weight of your breasts, that delicious peak I’m dying to wrap my lips around.”
My desire turned molten and pooled between my thighs.
“I want you to feel every inch of what an absolutely gorgeous creature you are.”
My mouth dried as he directed me, without ever touching me. Still, part of me wanted to stop this. I’d learned freedom was the most important thing a person could possess, and I’d just handed it over to Death himself.
My thumbs brushed over my straining peaks and a jolt ran through me, as though it were his fingers playing with me. Electricity raced along my skin. I didn’t know if it was his power or simply how I brought awareness to my own body.
Though the weight of his power pushed down on me, making it hard to speak, I managed to get a few words out. “This isn’t how I thought this would go.”
In the past, he’d used his power to command me into two of the most intense, out-of-the-blue orgasms I’d ever known. The first time he did it to demonstrate to me the potential perks of our blood bond. And the second time, it was to punish me for going commando in a form-fitting dress. We’d gone to the Wolf Club and I may have strategically bent over in front of him. His eyes blazed, focused on only me, even as people crowded around him requesting selfies and autographs.
Grim’s command had blossomed in my mind.Come.My arm had shot out to steady myself against the bar as my legs crossed to keep from falling to the floor. My vision went black as shudders of release rolled through me, leaving the insides of my thighs sticky. The throng of people around us paused as I convulsed but were none the wiser. Though Grim had claimed he felt bad and I wanted to be livid with him, it was…fun. But he knew how I felt about being controlled.
“You thought I was going to simply tell you to come for me?” Grim asked, bringing me back to the present. Warm lips pressed against my bare shoulder in a teasing kiss as he toyed with the strap of my bra. “That I would command you to fuck me like an animal?”
That’s exactly what I thought.
Slowly, he drew the strap down one arm, then the other. My fingers still massaged and played with my breasts. He hadn’t commanded me to stop. “If you are going to entrust your body, your will to me, I’m going to use it the way it was always meant to.”
Though he was speaking out loud, his voice also reverberated inside my head again. “Touch yourself where you want it most, over those sinful little panties you insist on wearing.”
My fingers skimmed down my stomach, following an invisible line, downward. Not that I’d ever tried drugs, but I imagined this is what ecstasy would be like. Every nerve ending was on high alert, noticing every tiny sensation, sinking pleasure and desire into my brain.
“I’m going to show you exactly how amazing you are.” He brushed the hair away from the nape of my neck and over my shoulder, somehow making me feel more exposed. “How responsive, how passionate you are. Make you desire yourself almost as much as I do.” He kissed up the back of my neck.
I reached the ache between my legs, the fabric already damp.
I shivered as he pushed the sheer cups of my bra down. The air hit my bare skin. The pressure in my nipples coiled tighter. Still behind me, Grim played my sensitive tips with an expert touch.
I choked out something incoherent. I wasn’t even sure what I was trying to say, but I knew I was desperate for penetration. My inner muscles clenched as I obediently continued to only rub through my panties.
Grim watched over my shoulder. I leaned against his strong, warm chest, my head rolled back onto his shoulder. My body turned boneless. Moans broke from my throat. I couldn’t think. I registered the stiffness pressed against my back from his erection.
“Look at what feeling you are capable of, Vivien,” he said. “Only you can do this. No one can make you feel anything you can’t already feel yourself. You are capable of such intensity, and I want you to feel all of it.”
Whatever he did next didn’t come in words, but I felt his power. A heat blossomed in my already-sensitive clit, a phantom pressure like I’d never known before. I bit back a gasp as his lips curled against my ear. More phantom tendrils licked down my throat, between my breasts, and down my stomach.
My fingers slid up and down against my wet center faster, pressing harder into the lace. Oh sweet fucking god, any moment I was going to lose it.
“But you will not come, not until I let you.” His words snapped like a cold whip.
His power yanked me back from the crest. I moaned in agony, and my knees shook.
“Do you know how long you could do this for? Stay on the edge, in this space between stimulation and completion?” His words were dark and dangerous. “Do you think I could keep you here for hours? Maybe days? Until you are dripping in sweat, melted between your legs, and out of your mind with need?”
His words would have sent me into orgasm alone, but his magic held me back.
“Pl-please,” I begged. I never begged, but that didn’t matter at this moment. Another phantom pressure against my sensitive bud left me gasping for air I didn’t need.
