Page 122 of Spring Guardians & Songbirds

I leaned against a pillar and crossed my arms. “Take a good look, love. I’m sure you want to remember me well for your alone time scenarios.”

She stopped and I could swear her cheeks were flushed. “I already had someone in mind. Large and feathery.”

My smile dropped and before I reached her, she shut and locked the door in my face. “Open the door, my love.”

The water ran and then she let an overly exaggerated ‘Oh, Lazarus’ moan that made me chuckle. I could fade in there and make her regret that—make her eat her words back as I devoured her. Just the thought made me groan with frustration. A taste of her was all I wanted. I could fade in there and have my fill of her, but I couldn’t. Not until she gave me that permission loud, clear and preferably written, too. I hated regret. And fulfilled momentary desire was the recipe for regret.

Instead, I shifted my stiff erection to the side so it didn’t strain against the seams of my britches and leaned against the pillar facing the door, waiting till she finished her bath.

It wasn’t long till she came back, surprisingly yet not so surprisingly. Her dark wet hair had matted over her face, neck and shoulders. She was breathing hard and frustrated, clutching the top of her towel with a white-knuckle tight grip.

My lips kicked to a smirk. “You didn’t finish, did you?”

If looks could kill, I’d be very dead right now. Slowly, I approached her, and she stepped back till the wall stopped her from moving further. “Ask.”

She pursed her lips in a tight thin line as a sign of her refusal yet her body ground to mine, searching for my touch.

“Ask, Snow. Say, Kilian, I want you to make me come.” I ran my finger over her pretty nose. “Say, Kilian, I want to come on your tongue. Say, Kilian, touch me. Touch my pretty cunt till it’s weeping.” Fuck, just ask. I am losing my mind just to have a bite of you.

When I wrapped a hand over her soft neck she moaned and whimpered at the same time—the sweetest sound anyone has ever made. “Ask me.”

Her head jerked in a nod.

“Words. Let me hear them.”

She fisted my jacket and rested her forehead on my chest. “Gods damn it, you did this to me.”

I’d take fault for that till the end of my lifetimes. “You did it to me, too. Twice, thrice, ten times worse. I am the one that fell in love, remember?”

Her fist hit my chest lightly over and over. She wouldn’t relent though I could feel the lust oozing out of her stare, her inhales, those little sounds of frustration she made.

I backed her fully to the wall, my thigh going between her legs and a gasp left her pretty lips. “Say the words.”

She gripped my shirt and squirmed, rubbing herself over my leg. All I wanted to do was indulge her, watch her come apart. And tonight, I’d damn all and watch her.

“I—” she panted, and a moan popped off her when I pinched one of her puckered nipples poking through the towel and palmed her soft breast.

Resting an arm on the wall above her, I caged her in. “Take what you want. Make yourself come on me. Use me.”

There was uncertainty in her stare, but there was blazing lust in there too. Her hand slipped under my shirt, trailing up and down my torso and my whole body came alive. Every inch of me burned from her touch. “More,” she said, moving faster, rubbing herself on my leg. “I want more.”

I pushed a little harder on her and she gasped. “My greedy girl wants to come?”

She responded with a whimper, her plump lips parting open and she dropped her head back, baring her neck to me. “Yes,” she moaned, biting on her lip to soften those sweet sounds.

I lowered my mouth to suck on her neck, the soft skin gliding between my lips, and I groaned. The sweet scent of her, the feel of her. To gods, I could swear they’d made her for me. “That’s it, ride my thigh, love.” Gripping her hip, I guided her movement to a quicker pace.

“Ah…oh, gods.” Her breaths grew short and rapid, her hold on me tightening and I knew she was close.

“One day I’m going to have you ride my cock.” I trailed small kisses along her jaw and her head dropped back, demanding for more. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

She nodded.

When she didn't give me my answer, I palmed her bottom before giving it a sharp whack. “My words, where are they?”

She shivered in my arms, her fingers flexing and tightening on my chest, her hips rocking against my leg faster. “Yes. Yes, that is what I want. You know that is what I want.”

“I like hearing it,” I said, pushing my leg against her and watching that mouth part in another gasp. I could help sink my teeth on her. Biting the corner of her jaw softly.