Page 97 of To Hunt the Hunter

She sighed and stretched, feeling the pleasure of his words like a caress. “I know. Show me.”

“I will,” he promised. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

He smiled and moved onto the bed. “You can say no to me, Matilda. At any time. Do not be afraid to do so.”

“I’m not,” she said, a little puzzled by his words, unable to comprehend what she might say no to. There was nothing she wanted to deny him.

He laughed then. “No, that is true enough, I think. You’ve never been shy of denying me what I want in the past.”

“What do you want, Lucian?” she asked, intrigued at the heat in his eyes at her question. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.

“Everything,” he murmured. “But for now, I should like to blindfold you.”

Matilda’s eyebrows rose. “Why?”

“Because I want to see you that way, because it is erotic. If one sense is denied you, the others become heightened.”

“They do?” She was intrigued, only too eager as he nodded. “Yes, then. I should like you to.”

Matilda shivered as he drew the soft cloth over her eyes and the world went dark. There was nothing then, nothing else but the feel of his hands upon her, gentle and caressing, touching her so carefully, making her heart and soul sing with the knowledge that she was loved. She cried out as his mouth joined the assault on her senses, and he was right, of course. The darkness was freeing and she let her inhibitions fall away, writhing with abandon beneath him, asking him for what she wanted—more, and more and don’t stop—until she was quaking with the force of yet another climax, clutching at the bedcovers and crying out his name.

She was gasping, wrung out, when the blindfold was carefully drawn away and she blinked in the dim light.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, nipping at her ear, nuzzling her neck until she shivered. “And all mine.”

“Yes,” she said, a little astonished at the way her body responded at once as he moved over her, taking his place between her thighs, sliding his arousal over the slick flesh that still throbbed with pleasure. “Oh, yes, Lucian, please.”

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “Like you did before. Ask me.”

She looked up at him, wrapping her arms about his neck and drawing his mouth down to hers for a lingering kiss. “And if I do, will you deny me?”

He laughed at that, shaking his head. “I’ll never deny you anything again, my love. I would give you the world if you asked me for it.”

“I just want you, Lucian. All of you. I need you, inside me.”

He made a harsh sound and responded at once, pushing into her. Matilda stilled at the sudden invasion. The sense of fullness she had wanted so badly was more than she had expected. A little too much. He stopped at once.

“Matilda?” His voice was taut, filled with concern.

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

“Relax,” he murmured, exhaling with relief, distracting her with a kiss that stole what little remained of her mind, and then he was thrusting deeper and it was delicious.

She sighed and wrapped her legs about his hips, urging him deeper still, wanting more. He groaned with pleasure and the sound thrilled through her.

“Yes,” she said, clutching at his shoulders, sliding one hand into the warm silk of his hair.

He sighed and ducked his head, closing his mouth over her breast, suckling until she cried out, the pleasure close to unbearable. She laughed with the joy of it and he looked up, his eyes alight with happiness.

“I’m sorry. I probably ought not laugh at such a time,” she managed, smiling anyway.

He shook his head.

“I love to hear you laugh, to hear your pleasure. I want to make you happy, always.” His breath caught as she tilted her hips, seeking her own pleasure and exclaimed at the same time he did. “Oh, God, love.”

He moved again, repeating the angle for her to hit the spot she had discovered and Matilda saw stars.