All the while, he kisses me with ravenous devotion, absorbing my whimpers as pleasure ratchets through me, rubbing the last of my climax from that plump coil of nerves.
My body turns to melted butter, his smile one of carnal satisfaction.
He pulls back, on his knees between my spread legs. The epitome of rugged beauty, wearing eyes that flush me with a fresh, feverish heat.
“I hope you don’t think you’re done, Sire …”
Because I almost watched you die this dae. More than once. And I need you inside me more than I need breath.
I don’t say the words aloud, but gather he sees the gist of them in my eyes based on the gravelly sound he makes.
He leans forward to kiss the tip of my nose … my jaw … the prickling flesh down the side of my neck. “You’ll know when I’m done, Moonbeam.” His words skitter across my skin, pebbling it. “You’ll feel it all the way to yourbones.”
My body tides in the wake of his words, insatiable.
Aching.
He gathers my torn shirt up to my waist. Plants a kiss on my hip bone that sends another zap through my core, nudging my delicates down far enough he’s able to give the same lavish attention to the crease between my hip and thigh.All the while, he fiddles with the buckle on my left sheath, loosening it, the weight landing amongst the furs.
My entire body trembles with anticipation.
I lift a leg and nudge it against him while I wrestle with my other sheath. A quiet request to begin unlacing my boots so I can get these fucking pants down.
His low laugh is a roll of stones. “You have the patience of a broody dragon.”
I toss the second sheath aside. “Not even close,” I grind out as he starts easing the tension on the crisscross of ties, his fingers working so slow I’m tempted to grab a blade and slice them free myself. But they’re good boots.
Comfortableboots.
I run my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots, my core throbbing against nothing. With a frustrated groan, I thrash my head to the side, watching snow drift past the mosiac windowpane in swirling clumps.
My gaze slides to a blue shard as another tie is eased, the swishing sound loosening something within me. A sense of déjà vu that makes me feel … uncomfortable.
Wrong.
Suddenly, I can’t pull my gaze from that shard of blue. From the swirling snow beyond, certain I’m not sprawled beneath the male I trust and respect with my entire mutilated heart. But somewhere cold and dark, with black walls and a pearl-pocked sky just beyond that windowpane.
Somewhere …familiar.
Another tug and I’m …
I—
I count the snowflakes landing on the balustrade outside, distracting myself from the male unlacing my ceremonial boots. Though not enough to shuck the scrape of his leer from my skin, my teeth sinking deeper into my tongue with each knot loosened.
I wish it werehishands loosening my laces.
Kaan’s.
But this is how it has to be. I have to be small. Quiet.
Keep my mindvoid.
My hands fist the furs sprawled across the pallet beneath me. All I can do to prevent myself from scratching the skin from my bones. From punching a hole in my chest so I can crush my aching heart.
This is wrong.
Wrong.
