I shuddered at his words—at the possessive heat of his touch, my eyelids growing heavy with each dark promise whispered against my skin.
“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low growl.He stepped back just enough to give me room, his hands moving to the leather ties at his waist.“I want to see you surrender to me completely.”
I sank to my knees without pause, the cold stone biting into my skin.My hands rested on my thighs, fingers digging into my own flesh as I fought to remain still.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his fingers still working the ties with maddening patience.“I want to see those beautiful eyes when you realise what you’ve chosen.”
I looked up at him through my lashes as he freed himself.His thick cock heavy and proud.The veins along his impressive length stood out in stark relief against the ember-like glow of his skin.
I swallowed hard, unable to look away from the sight of him.
Dalkhan’s fingers wrapped around himself, stroking slowly.His dark eyes never leaving mine.A drop of moisture gathered at the tip, and I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Beg for it,” he demanded.“Beg for what’s yours.”
“Please,” I whispered.
His hand stilled.“Louder.”
“Please,” I repeated, shifting toward him.My thighs clenched together in aching anticipation.“Ineed you.”
He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, savouring my desperation.His grip tightened, his hand moving faster.
I reached for him, trailing my fingers along his length.Barely a touch.Just enough for the muscles in his abdomen to tighten at my teasing.
A sharp breath hissed from between his teeth.
I gripped him, stroking him slowly.Dragging my thumb over the heated tip, smearing the beaded moisture.
His head tipped back, throat moving as he swallowed.
I leaned closer, my breath brushing over him.“My king.”
A violent snarl tore from his throat.His skin surged with flames, a wildfire blazing in the air around us.His magic alive with the sheer force of his need.
He tangled his fingers into my hair, yanking my head back.
“Open your mouth.”he growled.
The second my lips parted, he thrust forward, forcing himself past them.His grip tightened at my roots.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward.
I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper.
His thighs flexed beneath my hands, his body straining as I swirled my tongue, my lips tightening around him.
“That’s it,” he rasped.“Take me.”
I did.I swallowed him down, revelling in the shuddering moan that broke from his mouth.
Then he ripped me off of him.
I gasped, my lips swollen and breath uneven.He lifted me up and threw me onto his mattress.I sank into the plush sheets, enveloped in his scent.
I lay sprawled beneath him, the bed dipping under his weight as he braced himself above me, his body a cage of sweat-slicked muscle.My thighs pressed together, aching for relief.My lips parted on a breathless whisper, but he caught it before it could form, pressing his full lips to mine.
“You will not leave this room,” he murmured, tracing one burning fingertip down my neck, “until I am done worshipping every…” his finger dipped lower, “single…” lower still, “inch of your perfect body.”
