Her whole body flamed up at the way he saidyour room. “Then you should just keep me in yours.”
“That,” he said, sliding the fabric higher, baring more of her leg, “is not a wise thing to say to me, Violet.”
Lord.
The hand on her hip paused, followed by a chuckle. “Careful when you provoke the brute. I want this off.”
Her hands mapped his chest, struck by the urge to attach her hands to those hard planes forever. “Then what’s stopping you?”
“Lift up,” he growled, and he drew the shift up and over her head, unhurried and thorough, leaving her bare beneath him.
She had never felt so bare, nor so achingly alive.
A curse blew from his lips as he settled back on his knees and raked his gaze over every inch of her. “I have been imagining you naked since you locked me in my dungeon.”
Violet lifted her chin, allowing him to take her in, eyes dropping to where his hand cupped himself over his trousers. “Then you have had ample time to imagine what comes next.”How audacious, Vi!
“I have.” The grin that followed was unmistakably wicked. “And more.”
And more...“Bold talk for a man three breaths from collapsing again.”
“That won’t happen again, love. I mean to possess every inch of you before the candles burn out.”
He undid the buttons of his trousers and shoved them down his hips, one hand closing around his member. Violet didn’t know where to look, so she just looked there, since she certainly couldn’t look away from the sight!
“Look at me. I want you to see what you’ve done.”
She reached out and touched its tip, eliciting a curse from him.
“Let’s not have a repeat of earlier.”
She dragged her gaze up his body to meet his eyes. “Oh? And what was that?”
“I’d rather not relive the moment.”
“Then let’s make a new one.”
He kicked off his trousers as he lowered himself onto her until his chest brushed hers and his nose touched hers. “You chose this. You choseme.”
“If you are afraid I’ll regret it, don’t be, Drake.” She’dneverregret this. Other things, maybe, but not this.
“Say my name again. Slower.”
“Drake.”
“God.”
Just so.
One hand slid between them,dragged, rather, for though urgency simmered from him, his movements remained torturously slow. A sharp exhale was pulled from her lips when his hand settled over the join of her thighs. A finger slipped inside her, his thumb stroking circles over a part of her she’d never dreamed would offer such sensation. Had this been it before? The culprit, the reason her body had erupted so utterly through the relentless friction of their clothes?
Give me more.
She arched into his hand, breath leaving her in a broken sound, something both fierce and triumphant unfolding low in her body. It made her feel invincible, powerful in a way she had never known. As though she had conquered the world. As though she had conquered this man. Her fingers dug into his chest. Though the idea seemed rather ridiculous, she took the satisfaction anyway.
His mouth found her throat as another finger entered, then found her collarbone, her breast, lingering there before he moved back to her throat, as though he could not decide where he wanted her most. Meanwhile, his hand did not falter, drawing her higher and higher with unnerving focus. She had thought herself come apart before, through nothing but friction and fabric. This was something else entirely.
It exceeded all imaginings.
