Page 65 of Queen of Shadows and Ruin

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered in that bossy way that always made her a little breathless and totally helpless. She began undoing the ties on the beautiful red skirt before stepping out of it and pulled off her top. A low growl emanated from his throat.

“Back to the wall,” he said, stepping closer. “Hands over your head.”

Fire pooled in her stomach as she did what he asked, stretching up and causing her breasts to peak. He licked his lips, his nose flaring before he curled a fist. She watched green vines grow from the walls, snaking around her wrists and pinning her arms in place.

He smirked as he took her in, his tactile gaze wandering over her, and he then approached, running a warm hand over her ribcage and down her hip. He unbuttoned his jacket and removed his pants, his eyes never leaving hers.

When he was naked, she took a moment to appreciate him as she studied the hard lines and planes of his chest and stomach, along with the tattoos that ran down his arms and the dragon stretching over his ribs.

Her heart beat faster, fluttering against her ribs as he moved closer. She was so fucking in love with him, and he took her breath away every time.

“You were very naughty tonight, Spitfire,” he said, his body so close but not quite touching. It was driving her crazy.

“Is there a problem, Commander?”

He smirked. “Only if you stop,” he said and ran a finger down her throat, slowly dragging it down between her breasts and her stomach, stopping below her navel, where he traced a lazy circle.

She grunted in protest, struggling against the vines holding her in place, and he let out a low, wicked laugh.

“What do you want, Zarya?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.” He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, hard and smooth and hot. She shivered from her toes to the roots of her hair.

“Touch me where I need you.”

His mouth met hers as his hand slid lower, finding her wet center.

“Gods,” she said, her head falling back against the wall as he circled his thumb over her clit.

His mouth traveled down the side of her throat and to her breast, where he took a nipple in his mouth and bit gently as he slipped a finger inside her. Her back curved as his other hand grabbed her ass and squeezed.

He slid lower as he fell to his knees and looked up, their gazes locking. “You are so beautiful, Spitfire,” he whispered. A hand hooked under the back of her thigh, and he propped her knee over his shoulder.

Without pausing, he swept his tongue over her pussy, and she cried out. Her hips arched forward, attempting to seek more friction, but he kept his touch light, driving her wild. How she longed to grab his head and move him where she wanted, but his magic kept her dangling on the edge of madness.

Hips writhing, she squirmed as he ran a rough tongue over her clit and then finally increased the pressure with his hands pressed into her backside as she rode against his face.

He slid two fingers inside her, and an ache ripped through her very bones. Curling his fingers, he tugged on her clit with his teeth, and she burst apart as she came in a shower of sparks. Waves crested, crashing against each other, and her knees almost gave out, but for the vines still holding her in place.

A moment later, his magic snapped away, and she collapsed. He caught her in his arms and kissed her, his mouth hungry and devouring.

“My turn,” she whispered, and he lifted a brow.

“Your turn to what?”

She offered him a feral smile as she filtered out a thread of dense shadows. His answer was a smirk as she placed a hand on his chest and backed him up until he fell onto the bed.

“What are you doing, Spitfire? I’m the one in charge here.”

She snorted a small laugh. “Not this time.”

Then she pulled on a thread of her shadows and circled his wrists before binding them to the bedposts. It was time to return the favor. He studied the swirl of her smoky magic as he turned those golden-flecked eyes her way. She loved watching the way they sparked and danced when he was happy or angry, or horny.

Or really, any time he was feeling something.

Then she dragged out another tendril of magic and used it to tease her way down his torso, circling his nipples and tickling the trail of hair that led under his navel and to his cock bobbing against his stomach. She licked her lips as she contemplated the dusky head and the veins running over its thick length.