“Thank fuck,” I whimpered.
He toyed with the edge of my brassiere, hungry stare fixated on the lace. Some of his glamour fell away, and the prick of his elongated nails teased my skin. Pressing the back of my head against the wall, I arched into his touch. He let out a groan of his own. With a quick swipe of his nails, my bra fell to pieces on the floor. He hid them once again beneath his glamour, but nothing in this world or the next could’ve obscured the pure longing filling his gaze as he stared at my chest.
His calloused hand palmed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers and giving it a gentle tug. Once it’d pearled to his liking, he did the same with my other breast. And then laved it with his tongue. Stars exploded across my vision, and I tried to break free of his grip so I could bury my hands in his hair and hold his head in place. But he didn’t budge. Instead, he nipped at me with his teeth.
“I don’t think so.”
My breath sharpened. “Rorik...”
“The agony, Edira. You will feel all of it. And then when I finally allow you to come, you’ll scream loud enough to permanently etch the sound into my ears so I can replay it for the rest of my life.”
Need surged through my core at his promise, and wetness gathered between my legs. His free hand roved to my waist. I arched my back, encouraging him to rip what was left of my pants to shreds, too.
He complied. A wicked groan rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest once I was completely naked before him. Still, I was pinned. Still, I could do nothing but salivate at the sight of his hungry stare devouring my form. With painful slowness, he grazed his fingers beneath my navel. Trailed them along the dips of my hips. Inched closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. I could hardly think. Hardly breathe. My body craved him. His touch was lightning to my skin, and the build of pressure, of the blooming need for release, made me squirm.
“Not yet,” he murmured. His fingers moved to my folds, and gooseflesh ravaged his skin. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet.”
“Just for you,” I managed to say around a shaky breath. Then he pressed his thumb against my clit and my entire body trembled. Slowly. Methodically. He was so gods-damned intentional with the way he teased me, and each time I tried to buck into him, to encourage him to press harder or move faster, he retreated.
“So impatient,” he said. My chest heaved with a wanton moan, and he brought his teeth to my pearled nipple at the same time he slid a single finger inside me. I barked out his name as my nerves lit up.
“I think this is enough agony,” I mumbled.
“I’m the only one who gets to decide that.” His heated breath against my breast was a caress I’d never forget. Then he slid a second finger inside me. A gasp ripped from my lungs as I rolled my hips against him. Every action of his was deliberate. Even the way he began to move his fingers was wondrous torture. When he pressed down on my clit again, he inserted a third. And then he drove them as deep as he could, and my whole world threatened to implode. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think beyond the sensation he was wreaking on my body. I saw the lust in his eyes, the desire evident in the hardened length straining against his pants, and he still didn’t ravage me like he so clearly wanted. Like I so clearly wanted him to.
So, I let my mind paint the picture of what that would look like. I imagined him unbuttoning his pants and his dick breaking free, just to slide deep into me. I envisioned him fucking me so hard that the house shook. And I pictured my release, how I’d convulse around him and scream his name with every ounce of strength I possessed in that moment.
The need coiling tight in my body was so close to coming undone. All he had to do was keep his fingers in place. Keep teasing my clit and tasting my nipples with his tongue.
“Yes,” I moaned, my half-lidded gaze trained on him.
His molten stare met mine, and all at once he stopped. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”
“Rorik,” I begged, need turning vicious, feral. I tried in vain to break free from his hold, to claw at the back of his hand with my nails.
“Impatient and stubborn,” he said. “But go ahead. Keep saying my name like that, and you’ll eventually get what you want. What you so clearly need.” He picked me up then and threw me over his shoulder. After he gave my ass a smack, he grabbed a nearby candle and pushed open the bedroom door. He did a quick sweep of the room, and then set the candle on the nightstand beside the bed.
“This will have to do.” His words were full of heated promise, and my body shivered with anticipation. With want. Even if the bedroom hadn’t suited his desires, I would’ve found a way to take him to the floor. Nothing was going to keep me from him tonight.
Twenty-Eight
My heart cantered wildly at the sight of the bed. Of what I so desperately hoped was coming. Before he could drop me, I raked my nails across his back and bit into his skin. Hard. His answering snarl was a thing of pure, carnal want. But he didn’t let me mark him for long. He set me on my feet and jutted his chin toward the bed.
“Lie down.”
I didn’t dream of denying him. What I didn’t expect, though, was the vines. Dark, forest green, and impossibly smooth, they emerged from the floorboards. And then they snaked around the four posts before wrapping my wrists and ankles. I was spread within seconds. My breath hitched with anticipation.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight.” He tilted his head to the side, a sinister grin pulling at his lips, and he rubbed his jaw as he studied me. He began unbuttoning his shirt. Even the way he undressed was meant to be a tease, but at least I got to feast on the vision that he was. I could see every groove and contour of his muscled chest. The deep cut of his abdomen and the way his pants slung low on his hips. I wanted to explore every inch. But the vines were deliciously tight around my wrists and ankles, so all I could do was stare.
When he let his pants and undergarments hit the floor, I couldn’t help but curse. Rorik chuckled. “I love seeing how much you want me.”
“Fuck, Rorik,please.” I tilted my hips in invitation. With ease, he crawled onto the bed and braced his arms on either side of my torso. His hard length rubbed against my stomach as he brought his mouth back to my nipples.
“You can’t possibly spend the entire night just sucking on my breasts,” I said.
“I most certainly can.” He moved to the other one for effect, and I groaned. The need in my belly ached, and I desperately tried to shift beneath him to relieve the unbearable want cresting inside me. He finally relented and dragged his lips to my sternum, placing kisses all the way down to my navel.
“I’ve been fantasizing about your taste since you first walked through the doors at Fernglove. That first dinner.” He trailed his tongue along my skin and paused near my hips. “Your quick mind was so damn tantalizing.”
