He chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. “You have me, on my knees.”
I looked down at him. “Your mouth. On me.”
“Oh, it will be my absolute pleasure.” And then his hands were on my hips and his mouth was on me, tongue flicking the delicate bud at the center of my body, and I felt like I was on fire, like desire was a physical thing, a flame that would burn me from the inside.
I slid a hand into his hair, pulled his head closer against me. He groaned with satisfaction as his tongue moved faster. The heat built, joining the sensation that had my knees shaking. If I hadn’t been pressed against the door, I might have also fallen to my knees. But his hands kept me pinned there, kept me from turning away from the powerful pleasure. Kept me from denying it to myself.
And then pleasure burst, and cold and heat curled together and swept across my body. I gasped for breath as he continued to lap until pleasure covered me again.
My legs trembled, and I nearly hit the ground. But for the second time today, he swept me into his arms, carried me into the sleeping room and its bed, which was covered in sumptuous bedclothes. He put me down gently, then yanked off his coat and pulled his shirt over his head. My breath shuddered again as I stared at his chest, the dips and curves of perfect skin, the diagonal muscles at the sides of his hips, and the hair across his abdomen that led to the erection clearly outlined beneath his trousers.
I reached out and skimmed my fingertips across it. I was a thief, and it had been a long time since I’d wanted something quite so badly.
He took my hand and grinned down at me. “If you keep looking at me like that, and touching me like that, I won’t last. And I intend, Little Fox, to last.”
I found the bow of my bodice strings and pulled them loose as he removed his boots and leggings. I pulled the dress over my head, and stripped away the undergarments beneath. And then we were naked, thief and prince.
He ran a hand down his abdomen to his intimidating erection, pulled his hand along the shaft. I’d never seen anything so erotic. His gaze had dropped to my breasts, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he stared, and then he reached out, erection high between us, and cupped one breast, running a thumb across the nipple, which had me balancing on the knife’s edge between pain and desire.
My sigh was haggard, want drawing tight as a bowstring again.
He moved forward and his tongue replaced his fingers, suckling each nipple until I was squirming beneath him, sensation rising again toward that gorgeous crest that was just out of reach.
“I need you,” I said.
He lifted, braced himself above me, and looked down at me with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. Thrilled. Arrogant. Anticipatory. “Say my name, Fox.”
I smiled up at him, then put a hand between us, cupped him, and he moved against my palm. This was power, I thought, to have the pleasure of a beautiful man literally in hand.
“Fox,” he said, and tensed above me; I risked a glance at his face. His eyes were closed tight as he fought for control.
“Yes, Your Highness?”
He growled, shifted his weight to one arm, captured my hand in the other, and lifted it above my head. I swallowed down lust I hadn’t expected from a movement, a loss of freedom, that should have sent me running for the door.
“Ah,” he said, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction. “Perhaps you like it when I take control.”
He captured my other hand, joined it with the first. It was a storm the moment before lightning touched down, when every nerve was awake and awaiting. Even the ember tuned to this new kind of pleasure, pulsing warm in time with my pounding heart.
“Nik.”
He lowered his face to mine and kissed me, my taste still lingering on his lips. “I can’t be easy. Not now. I’ve wanted you for too long.”
“I’m not delicate.” I slid my tongue around his. “And I don’t do easy.”
He positioned himself and slipped slowly inside, allowing my body to adjust to his width, and then we were joined, and he paused for a moment, lowering his forehead to mine.
“Thank the gods,” he said, like a man who’d finally reached a long-desired destination.
But need was powerful, and I rotated my hips beneath him, reveled in the catch of his breath. He began to move, rocking his body as he shifted his hips. He lifted my leg around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. I arched my back against him and he groaned again, thrust faster, the friction of our bodies igniting another fire between us.
Sweat slicked his chest as he drove harder, his other arm corded as it bore his weight.
The fire spread as his tempo increased, each motion licking pleasure across my sensitive core. And I could feel my body edging closer to the brink.
“Come for me,” he said, and nipped at my lip. “Take your pleasure, Fox.”
“Nik!” I said, the word a prayer, as my body shook from the bliss that spread across it again. His rhythm grew faster, fiercer, his body gleaming in the candlelight.
