Page 180 of Taken By Shadows

And then his body pressed into mine, my back flat to the panelled wall.

My hips pushed to find his, to fit into the space I knew they would.

Kaed’s eyes were wild and dark as they devoured the sight of me held by him. “This is where I want you. Always. In my hands.”

I bit my lip, and a moan shuddered from me.

“And that.” He thrust his hips into mine and pushed my captured hands harder into the wall. “I want that sound coming from you every time you’re with me, under me, touching me. I don’t want you to think of anything else but me when you make those noises.”

And unbidden, those noises tumbled from me in rhythm with his movements.

Every.

Hard.

Thrust.

I tried to reach for his lips, but he spun me so fast I didn’t have time to catch my breath.

Kaed had my hands pinned behind my back, his body welded to me, caging me under his might.

My breath rattled as his free hand snaked around the column of my neck. He closed his fingers just enough to make my pulse hammer in me. And then his hand moved down my front, down, down until his fingers reached the spot he wanted.

A gasp tore from my lips, and my head fell back onto his chest as his fingers worked the swollen bud of my arousal.

Pinned behind me, my hands were exactly where I wanted them. He grew beneath my touch, through the thin layer of the sheet that barely held him.

He muffled his own moan by biting down on my neck. His teeth were restrained as he let my body absorb the sounds he couldn’t control.

And I loved it.

“Kaed …” I breathed, and reached for him again, my hips bucking into the touch he so expertly gave.

He brought his lips to my ear. “Going to beg me?”

Bastard. He liked that too much.

I pulled against his grip, testing how tightly he held me.

But I only managed to wriggle in his grasp and he liked that. At least he seemed to like it, if the way he grew more as I struggled to free myself was any indication.

He snarled and spun me again, this time picking me up until his hands held me seated, my legs wrapped around his hips.

“I’m not begging you,” I said, my now free hands fisting in his hair.

His eyes darkened at the challenge, and with fae speed, he had me thrown to the bed, the dark sheets splashing around me. I tried to sit up, but Kaed had caged me under him.

This close to him, this much heat in my core, the wetness between my legs … I knew I would beg him. I knew what it felt like to shatter under his touch. And I would beg in any godstongue he wanted for that feeling again.

Kaed knelt over me, and the sight of him, carved from marble and moonstone, before me commanded me to arch upwards.

“No,” he taunted, his fingers splayed across my stomach until I lay back down as bidden.

Kaed fisted the fabric of the shirt and pushed it into my hands.

Hold it. Do not move.

I could read the instructions. And I obeyed.