“Dariux.” She pulled at his hair, waiting until he looked into her eyes. “You don’t have to fear any of that. I love you too. And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh, sprite. Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For loving me. For being patient and un—”
She took his mouth. Sealing his lips. Distracting him with urgent needs, moist heat and the flavor of her. He lost track of everything. There was nothing but the woman in his arms, taking him into her body, her warmth surrounding him.
“Dariux, are you going to make love to me now?” she asked, squeezing him intimately.
He gasped. Desire had never faded. It simmered beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged. To be set free.
“Promise not to move until I tell you to?”
“Hmm, so dominant. I promise.”
He carried her to the bed and laid her down near the edge. Then stood above her, looking down at the place where they joined. She closed her eyes, squirmed and tightened. The minx. He should have known she would not obey his command to stay still.
Putting a hand on her hip, he held her immobile, while the thumb of the other hand teased her clit, circling it slowly, exerting just enough pressure to taunt her, but not enough to allow her to climax.
“You don’t take orders well, do you?” he demanded, veiled menace in his tone.
“You give way too many orders,” she panted, frustrated. “I need to come.”
“I know what you need. And I’ll give it to you.” He gave her a small nudge, making her groan and arch her back. He stopped and held her immobile again. She looked at him with eyes dazed by desire. The sight was almost his undoing, but he was enjoying this too much to let it go.
“Dariux, please,” she begged.
“Yes, say my name. Look at me.”
Her eyes, which had drifted closed, opened and her gaze snapped to his.
“Did your parbot obey your every command?” he demanded.
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t reply. He stopped his ministrations to her clit, waiting for her reply. She groaned in frustration.
“Yes! Damn you.”
“Hmm...” He resumed his lazy stroking. “But I am not him. You can’t order me about. I’ll give you what you need, but in my own good time. And you know what, Kalli?” He stopped and waited for her response.
“W-what?”
“You are going to like that even more.”
Her moan, her swallow, the way her muscles clenched around him, told him his little firebrand liked to be dominated. She was a willful handful. She liked to get her way and run things. And he would let her... sometimes. But right now, he needed her to obey him.
He wanted to punish her almost with the same intensity as he wanted to pleasure her. Maybe in atonement for the fear she had made him feel after eluding him for over a month. He needed to impress upon her that she was not to leave him again. Ever. She had made him love her, damn her. She had said she loved him. Now he needed her to prove it.
