Page 29 of Blood Curse

“You’re pressed against my cock, and I’m trying to be fucking sensible.”

She shifted her hips once, deliberate and devastating. “That sounds like a separate problem.”

“It’s becoming urgent.”

Her laugh broke into a breath when I kissed the side of her neck. Tonight was her pulse under my lips, her hands opening my shirt and the sound she made when my palm covered her breast.

The Crown stayed silent.

Bryony pushed my shirt from my shoulders. I let it fall and opened her blouse one button at a time. She watched my hands, then lifted her arms so I could take it off.

Lace covered her breasts. I traced the top edge with one finger.

“You’re staring again,” she said.

“I’m appreciating the view.”

“You’ve seen it.”

“I remain impressed.”

She smiled and reached behind herself. The clasp opened. She let the bra fall between us.

I cupped her breasts and brushed both thumbs over her nipples. They hardened against my skin. Bryony tipped her head back against the door and rolled her hips towards me.

Every movement was hers.

“You like watching me choose,” she said.

“I like watching you want.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Wanting can stay inside you. This lets me answer.”

Her gaze softened as she arched towards my mouth.

I closed my mouth over one nipple. Her fingers slid into my hair as I sucked, harder when her body curved towards me. My hand teased her other breast until her breath caught.

“Stellan.”

My name sounded like desire, not magic.

I lifted my head. “Still with me?”

Her eyes were dark and clear. “Completely.”

She kissed me again and reached for the fastening of my trousers. Her knuckles brushed the hard length of my cock. Pleasure tightened through me.

I moved her away from the door by walking backwards while she stayed against my mouth. I never had to pull or push; she followed. At the bed, she turned us and pressed me down to sit.

“Your side,” she said.

“Is still attached.”

“An inspiring medical assessment.”

She stood between my knees and opened her trousers. I slid them over her hips with her underwear. She stepped out of both, braced one hand on my shoulder and let me look at her.