The steelin his voice had her moving.
She turned toward the bed,bracing herself against the tall post at the footboard. The cool air kissed her bare skin, but she hardly noticed. Not when she felt him come up behind her. Not when his hand slid up her back, then back down, his fingers splaying at the base of her spine.
“Ye’venay idea what ye do to me, do ye?” he murmured. “But ye will, lass. Ye will.”
He kneeled behind her,and the warmth of his breath hit her skin a second before his mouth did. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as his tongue traced a path along her lower back, his teeth nipping softly at the curve of her rear.
His hands gripped her hips,anchoring her, and she shuddered when his mouth traveled lower.
“H-Hector…”
“Aye,”he said, his breathing ragged. “Say it again.”
She opened her mouth,but all that came out was a whimper.
And then hishands gripped her thighs, and she parted them.
“Good lass,”he said. “Stay like that.”
His mouth found her again—lowernow—and this time, he didn’t hesitate. The first stroke of his tongue over her slick folds made her cry out, sharp and breathless, her hands fisting into the sheets as her knees buckled. He licked her slowly at first, savoring her, his tongue parting her with deliberate pressure.
She hadn’t knownit could feel like this. Like he wasn’t just tasting her body, but claiming her soul.
Every nervein her body was alive, raw, straining. She wasn’t sure if she was shaking from pleasure or fear. Fear of how much power he had over her. How easy it would be to lose herself if she let go.
A deep,hungry groan tore from his throat as he pressed his mouth harder against her heat, the vibrations making her entire body jolt. Then, he found that aching little nub and latched on, his tongue flicking it—light at first, then with more precision, more rhythm, teasing it in circles, sucking on it until her legs trembled and she thought she might shatter.
Her hips bucked against him,helpless, desperate. But he held her still—one hand firm on her thigh, the other gripping her hip like he owned her.
“Hector—oh God!”
“Aye, ye feel that?”he rasped between strokes. “That’s what it means to be worshipped.”
His thumb replacedhis tongue for a moment, rubbing slow, controlled circles as he stood behind her. She barely registered the sound of fabric shifting, the thunk of his belt hitting the floor, until his bare chest pressed against her back.
She felt him—hard,thick, hot against her thigh.
“Doye ken how close I am to takin’ ye?” he growled in her ear, his teeth grazing the shell. “But I willnae. Nae until ye say it. Nae until ye ask me, beg me.”
He turned her around then,quick and rough, and lifted her into his arms like she weighed nothing. Her thighs locked around his waist on instinct, and as her body pressed against his, she felt his member—hard, thick, and straining against her.
His manhood throbbedwhere it pressed against the slick heat between her legs, and her breath caught in her throat. There was no mistaking his size, no pretending that she didn’t feel how ready he was, how badly he ached for her. He was rigid, pulsating, the head of his member nudging her entrance. And yet he didn’t move.
He just held her there,breathing hard against her neck, his length sliding through her folds with slow, torturous control.
“I could take ye right now,”he growled in her ear. “Ye’re open for me, burnin’ for it… and I’m so damned close I can barely think straight.”
She whimpered,her nails digging into his shoulders. Her hips shifted of their own accord, chasing the friction.
But still,he held back.
“That’s what ye’re missin’,Gabriella,” he said, sliding his length between her folds once more, the pressure deliciously unbearable. “That’s what ye’ll get… when ye ask me for it.”
He loweredthem both onto the bed, never breaking eye contact.
“I wantto see yer face when ye fall apart.”
His hand sliddown her body again—over her breasts, her stomach, between her thighs. And then he was touching her again, his fingers dipping in, then circling, coaxing. She arched against him, her moans growing louder.
