Dalkhan’s smirk unfurled slowly.He took a step forward, forcing me back.His body closing in like a rising tide.My spine hit the wall again, trapping me between the unyielding stone and his equally hard body.
“Did that bother you, little flame?”His voice was a whisper of pure sin.
Another step, until there was nothing—not a breath, not a thought—left between us.His thick thigh pressed insistently between my legs, applying just enough pressure to make my breath catch painfully.To feel the damning evidence of my arousal soaking through the thin fabric still clinging to my trembling body.
“You didn’t like it when she ran her tongue along my throat?”He traced one finger down the column of my neck, mimicking the action.
No, no I didn’t like it.Not one bit.
My teeth sank into my already swollen lip as I fought the overwhelming urge to tell him exactly how much it infuriated me, how it made me want to rip her tongue from her mouth with my bare hands.
But he saw it all—saw the jealousy, the rage, the want that had consumed me.I was so transparent he could probably see right through me.
Dalkhan chuckled, the sound rich and dark.His fingers trailed up my arm, teasing, before slipping beneath the fabric at my hip.
“Would it please you to know,” he continued, lips grazing the sensitive skin of my jaw with each word, “that I was only thinking ofyou?”
Yes, it pleased me.Fuck, I wanted to scream that it did, but I was too enthralled by his touch to even form the words.My head fell back against the wall with a soft thud.
His hand slid up, rough skin brushing the tender swell of my breast.
“When they fuck me,” he whispered, “I think ofyou.”
I made a strangled, needy sound, beyond caring about anything but the raging fire burning between us.
He traced the curve of my waist, skimming lower with maddening restraint.Teasing at the edge of my thighs.He gathered my skirt slowly in his fist, inching it upward to expose more of my burning skin to the cool air.
“When they take me in their mouths,” he continued, wicked and unhurried, “I close my eyes and pretend it’syourlips wrapped around my cock.”His voice dropped even lower.“I imagine how pretty you’d look on your knees for me.How desperately you’d take me.How you’d choke and still beg for more.”
My entire body trembled under the crushing weight of his words.
Dalkhan seized my hip hard, and in a single, fluid motion he lifted me completely off the ground.I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, locking my ankles and drawing him closer.
He gripped the backs of my thighs, holding me against him effortlessly as he rolled his hips.A broken moan escaped me.The friction sent a sharp, aching pulse straight through me, liquifying my insides.
Dalkhan’s grip tightened.Fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs hard enough to leave marks.
“You feel that?”His forehead dropped to mine, our ragged breaths mingling in the small space between our parted lips.“How hard my cock is for you?That’s what you do to me.”
I was dizzy with want.Aching with emptiness.
Another slow roll of his hips dragged another desperate moan from my throat.I couldn’t have supressed it even if my life depended on it.I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair and tugging.
He growled low in his chest.
His hands slid up, rough palms pressing against my lower back.Squeezing me closer, as if he wanted to meld his body with mine.He brushed my temple with his lips, surprisingly gentle, before he moved to my cheekbone and skimmed down to my jaw.His teeth scraped against my racing pulse, biting down hard.
I cried out.
Then, with a physically pained sound, he tore himself away again.The sudden loss of his body left me cold and disoriented.
Dalkhan moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, his legs spread wide and hands resting against his thighs.The very picture of dark command.His eyes, still burning with hunger, held mine captive.He squeezed himself through the straining fabric of his pants.
“Bow,” he commanded.
I sank to my knees before him, my pride suddenly a fickle, worthless thing in the face of this all-consuming need.
The stone floor was cold and unforgiving.My hands rested on my thighs, fingers splayed wide, trying to steady myself.
