“Use your voice,” she murmured as he lingered on the place below her belly button.
He smiled against her skin. Once he’d gotten her in his bed, he’d learned another crucial detail.
Anna craved his magic. She liked his power wrapping around her, telling her how to feel and when to come. She trusted him to weave a spell on her free will and not take advantage.
It was the hottest thing to have ever happened to him, this level of trust, and besieging her with pleasure was the best thing he’d ever done with this magic.
“Open your legs,” he said, threading silk through his tone. Her teeth dragged over her lower lip as her thighs spread. “How long do you think you can last this time?”
She gasped as he teased her with the bare graze of a finger. “Not very long.”
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Blue eyes snapped to him.
“You don’t come until I tell you to.”
The blacks of her eyes swelled, and her fingers clutched his hair as he slid his tongue between her legs, holding him exactly where she wanted. As if he’d ever leave.
Her emotional marrow turned molten, oozing around him with familiar strains of intoxicating sugar and enchanting glitter. Anna’s lust seared his very being with pleasure, as if her ecstasy was so great, she needed to disseminate it wide, bury it in his skin.
Her hips bucked, her pleasure spiked, and a sudden thread of sentiment flashed bright, like sunlight sparking on gold.
He paused.
Was that?—
No.
That wasn’t?—
A burst of adrenaline thickened his blood, and his gaze flew to her face—rosy skin, eyes closed. He searched through her din of emotions. She whined as he stopped his ministrations, her body writhing against him.
“Please,” she whispered, kickstarting his heart and shunting blood downward so fast that he grew dizzy.
Still, he searched.
Beneath layers of shallow nonsense, she’d hidden a brand-new chain of intimacy and affection. She must have practiced cloaking her emotions with his mother, or he would have sensed it sooner. Perhaps she’d taken drastic measures to conceal it from him, but it was glaringly clear now that he had a hold on it.
Infused with heat, it delved deeper in her than anyone he’d ever felt, encompassing a broader scope of all those complicated, hot sensations that comprised what most people called Love.
It poured from her, fragile and new, butthere.
Did she know he could feel it?
His pulse thundered in his throat and singed his veins. Why was he surprised? She was a pixie, after all. They opened their hearts before their legs, and she’d been warming his bed for weeks now.
But he couldn’t imagine what she’d found in him to love.
David dipped his head and trailed his tongue up the most intimate part of her, watching as she shuddered. He tortured her for long minutes, keeping her right at the edge but handcuffed with magic until she was panting, begging, moaning his name as a plea.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he finally said. Within seconds, she was riding his face, crying out, and he was pressing kisses to her inner thigh while she floated backto reality.
As he stared at her flushed face, a sliver of possibility opened—a future he’d never imagined. It existed on a tiny road somewhere between his stained past and his future asDjiante. This woman knew his faults, the terrible things he’d done. She knew his blood and his gruesome heritage.
She accepted him anyway. Loved him anyway.
It seemed too good to be true.
