My shaking fingers fumble with the shirt’s buttons, so much so that I can't get them undone. He steps forward, bats my hands away, and unclasps each one slowly himself.
My legs shake with anticipation.
'Are you sure you want this?' he asks.
I nod jerkily, desperately.
'Do you forgive me?' he asks, touching my cheek, running his fingers down my face.
I bite my lip. If I say no, will he stop?
'I don't know,' I say truthfully, and squeeze my eyes shut because I'm afraid that he's going to tell me to leave, that we have to wait because of some silly desire on his part to be chivalrous or some such nonsense.
But he doesn’t. He pulls me to the bed, and he sits down, drawing me between his spread legs. He pushes the shirt off my shoulders, letting it slide to the floor, leaving me bare before him.
Still fully clothed, his eyes heat as they move over me, lingering on my chest. He takes my breasts in his hands, weighing them, and then caresses lightly down my body reverently.
'I don't deserve this,' he says quietly.
I roll my eyes at him and let him see it.
'Don't be foolish,' I say. 'If you're having reservations, consider this part of my price.'
'Price?' he asks, raising a brow.
'For my forgiveness,' I say, my lips quirking upward. 'Perhaps I require pleasure to truly absolve you.'
‘If that’s so, female,’ he drawls, ‘then I will give you pleasure whenever and wherever you desire it.’
My eyes widen at his dark pledge.
How am I so bold tonight? I'm not sure. I've never been like this before. But I’ve also never known anyone like Morgan, either.
He draws me closer and has me straddle him as he sits on the edge of the bed. I unbuckle his belt and let it thud to the floor. I take off his tunic for him as he holds me, and he shrugs out of it, pulling his undershirt over his head in one swift motion.
My hands run over his chest, and I’m struck by the corded muscle, the slight gray sheen to his flesh. I lean forward and lick one nipple, pierced with gold, and I feel his breath stutter.I look up with an impish grin, and bite him there. That has him chuckling and throwing me down on my back on the bed.
He takes off the rest of his clothes quickly and joins me, but he doesn't begin.
I want him to begin.
Instead, he takes hold of my thighs, hauling me down the bed closer to him and widening my knees before pressing his face between my legs and lapping at my cunt.
I put my fist in my mouth, squealing at the sudden invasion of his tongue, not wanting the others to hear, and yet half-desiring Jak to join us, half-wishing that Locke is tormented by the knowledge that Morgan can have me and he can't. At least, not tonight.
I moan as I feel pleasure coming upon me quickly. Morgan seems to know this as well because he looks up and smiles at me wickedly as he renews his efforts.
I writhe beneath his head, dislodging him, and he lets out a growl of annoyance, his arms locking around my thighs to keep me completely still under him.
'Hush, my pretty little human,' he says against my flesh. 'Let me give you what you desire.’
I shiver at his words, that he calls mehis, though I wonder if perhaps I shouldn't like that now. I'm a free woman, after all. I’m no one’s. And yet hearing him say these things brings me a joy I have never known. It's puzzling. The lines that used to be so sharp are blurring.
He glances up at me as if sensing that my mind is not where it should be, and he tuts, driving two of his thick fingers into me, making me gasp and my back arch, bringing my mind right back into the present.
His fingers fuck me, hard and unyielding, but just when I'm about to find my release, he stops.
I scowl up at him, even letting out a small growl of discontent.
