“I do endeavor to please you, my lord,” I said dryly.
I thought he might say something witty, but he was too busy nibbling at my lips. His breeches were soft against my thighs. I experimented with the sensation and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him against me with the strength of my legs.
“Yes.” His low moan did wicked things to the pulsing deep inside of me. It was all he said, but the word was full of unsaid things. The deep, low moan emanated from his chest, full of want and need and desire… for me.
The tips of his fingers mapped the hills and valleys of my ribs, growing ever closer to the straining buds of my nipples. My back arched to bring him closer, but his fingers stilled just underneath where I wanted them most. I brought my hands to his biceps because I needed something, anything, to hold onto to weather the onslaught.
His mouth stole down my throat and over my collarbone. My breath stuttered to a halt, and his lips pulled into a grin against my skin. “Where would you like me to touch you first?”
Was everywhere a possibility?I wondered, before I recalled that he could hear my every thought.
“Your wish,” he murmured.
I expected it would be more of the same from the vision; in fact, I was quite looking forward to it, if I was being honest. But instead of going where I wanted him, where I needed him, he moved down my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I breathed.
He pressed a kiss to my hip, and my hands went automatically to his long, thick hair. “I’m giving you what you need.”
I didn’t contradict him.I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Not with the waves of need coursing through me with increasing urgency. His hands moved to my hips and started the slow journey down. He positioned my legs so he could settle his wide shoulders to fit between them. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath fanning against the wetness there. Anticipation built until I was fairly trembling with it.
Then, he pressed a long, wet stroke of his tongue against the center of me and I gasped, my legs widening of their own volition. There was a delicious wickedness in the wide spread of my legs. Like before when he had me pressed against the wall where anyone could see. He must delight in having me vulnerable, at his mercy.
“You know I do,”he said in my mind.
One strong arm pinned my bucking hips, and I lost my protests in the flick of his tongue and sting of his teeth. The restraint incited the growing need in my stomach and my breath caught on a strangled scream of frustration. Confusion and excitement warred inside me as I fought against the rising storm of sensation.
“That’s it, pet,” he said. “Let it come.”
One hand shifted, going between my legs to join his devious tongue. He traced my entrance and my hands flew up to grasp the bedposts for stability, certain whatever he had planned next would shatter me.
He teased me, flirting with quick flicks and gentle caresses until I could cry from annoyance. “Please,” I begged on a moan. “Rhys, please.”
Then one stroke, almost too deep and hard for comfort sent me over the edge. I felt it doubly. Once from my view, the physical pleasure I experienced from release, and yet another from his, but only for a split second. The enjoyment he got from watching me, doing it to me. The pleasure-pain of his own throbbing desire. All of it had me seeing stars.
The pleasure didn’t abate from the climax. Instead it grew. I wanted him, if only to appease it. When I regained control of my limbs, I cupped his face with my hands and pulled gently, bringing his hot, hard body over mine.
He took my mouth with wild abandon, slanting his head over me, his tongue plundering and ruthless. Much like the man himself.
The deep, mind-numbing kiss caused the world around us to spin off into oblivion. I didn’t want it to end. Then, a brief moment of pressure and the sense of intrusion spiraled me back to rationality. There wouldn’t be any going back if we continued. The words balanced on the tip of my tongue. It would have been easy to go back on the agreement—well easy for me.
But, I didn’t, I couldn’t. Too much relied on me. And if I admitted it to myself, a part of me craved him. I bared my throat to receive his mark. He sealed his lips against my pulse point and his tongue flicked out, before his teeth pierced the skin. I winced, expecting pain beyond measure, but I was shocked by the flood of pure pleasure, even more exquisite than what I had already experienced.
My eyes popped open, my nails dug into the prominent muscles of his back, and then there was a burn between my legs, one that stole the breath from my chest.
“Stars,” he muttered against my throat as we became one. “Elena.”
I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. Then he pushed fully inside, assuaging the sting of pain by murmuring endearments in my ear. He whispered in the ancient language, enchantments, curses, I didn’t know. And after a few moments... I didn’t care. He was big and hard and completely inside of me.
All around me.
Overwhelming in his intensity.
As he pumped inside of me until I surprised us both with another climax, I had enough presence of mind to realize there would be no going back.
We were bound together.
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