Gabriel knelt on the bed, leaning close.
His scent washed over her, making her dizzy with desire.
“I mean it this time, Prince,” she said, hands pressed flat against his pecs, rock-hard beneath her touch. “If you mess with me tonight, I’m going back to the demons at the bar and you can go right to hell.”
“The only place I’m going tonight, witch, is right between your thighs.” In a flash he grabbed her hands, pinning them behind her back and binding her wrists with the belt.
One hard tug, then another, and she was well and truly captured.
He got to his feet and cupped her face, holding her gaze for a beat.
Then he hauled her to the edge of the bed, dropped to his knees on the floor, and wrapped her thighs around his neck.
Seven hells.
Jaci had never particularly liked men. Never had time for their bullshit. She’d learned to take care of her own needs long ago, and after all this time on her own, she actually believed she’d gotten quite good at it.
Fifteen seconds beneath the vampire’s mouth dashed those silly thoughts.
Gabriel Redthorne was a fuckingmenace.
Just as she’d feared.
Just as she’d hoped.
The monster had been unleashed from his cage, and now he was all over her, everywhere at once, sexy stubble scratching her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh, his hair brushing against her bare skin, his hot mouth searing as he licked and sucked and devoured and licked again.
Without the full use of her arms, Jaci’s muscles trembled with the effort of keeping her body upright, but she didn’t dare lie back. Didn’t dare miss the sight of his dark head between her thighs, his misty-forest gaze glinting in the moonlight. Alternating with teasing flicks across her clit and deep, hot thrusts inside her, every stroke of his tongue left her gasping and hot, her body tight and tingling, her nerve endings electrified.
She felt it building up inside, flames licking across the deepest places, scorching a hot path up through her belly and into her chest and then…
“Gabriel!” she cried out, thighs clamping around his face as the orgasm took hold and he pushed her beyond the brink, licking, sucking, plunging inside her as she let herself be utterly consumed.
Moments later, still perched on the edge of the bed with her wrists bound, Jaci could hardly breathe.
Gabriel rose to his feet. The look in the vampire’s eyes was feral, his mouth shining with the evidence of what he’d done to her. She felt the heat of his glare on her body again, on all the places where his passionate kisses had marked her.
He was hungry for her. Starving.
And in that moment she knew, without hesitation, that whatever order fell from his lips next, she’d obey.
He leaned in close again, a deadly whisper brushing across her mouth. “On your knees, witch.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
His witch knelt before him, wrists bound behind her back, eyes wide, that ripe red mouth a seductive invitation Gabriel wouldn’t refuse even if someone had a stake pressed to his heart.
He was drunk on the taste of her. High from the way she’d cried out his name as he’d coaxed so much pleasure from her body. Dizzy just from looking at her.
And if he didn’t fuck her soon, he was quite certain he’d burn to ash.
One and done, dickhead,he reminded himself.One and fucking done.
“Open your mouth, little moonflower.” Caressing her jaw, he pressed his thumb to her lower lip, and she obeyed, parting easily for him.
Gabriel fisted his cock and grinned. “Hmm. For all the sass, it seems my witchlikesbeing told what to do in the bedroom.”
The desire flooding her eyes was all the confirmation she offered.
