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I nodded, desperate. I’d tell him just about anything right now, say just about anything if it meant he would just kiss me, touch me.
“Consider it a deal, Little Goddess.” Something sinister flashed victoriously across his eyes, like he had just watched me stroke my signature across the bottom line of a contract. In that second, I wondered what in the Spirit Realm I had just agreed to.
I took a step back, driven by a moment of uncertainty.
He tipped his head in the predatorial way. “Oh no, little one, there will be no retreating from me now.”
He moved so fast, there was no time for me to react.
Roughly, he cupped my ass, using it as leverage to pull me into him. He squeezed it just enough that it teetered between pleasure and pain, just enough to bring me up on the tips of my toes. His hand weaved in my hair at the back of my head, angling my face up to his. He took one look at me before he brought his lips down on mine, setting me aflame.
Von was not gentle. He was demanding. And goddess divine, I craved every bit of it.
His mouthclaimedmine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as my mouth moved against his, yearning to claim his right on back.
When I felt his tongue sweep over my lips, they parted willfully for him, as if they knew what he wanted. He growled at my body’s responsiveness to his, the sound of it rumbling through me, all the way to my core, to my curled toes. His tongue slipped inside. He dragged it across the roof of my mouth in one dominant sweep, pulling it back until the tip of his tongue reached my teeth. But instead of exiting, his tongue flattened and drove back in, continuing his exploration, all the while tasting and teasing, chasing away every unexplored inch before he tangled it with mine.
With ease, he swept me from my feet like I was no more than a trembling leaf caught on the wind. He walked us over to the bed, his lips still moving against mine, tethering me to him.
All of his hard edges pressed into my soft curves. Smoke and water. Leather and silk. Obsidian and snow. It was him and it was me—his divine masculine summoning my divine femininity to break free from her reservations.
Eagerly, she did.
I tore off his jacket and chucked it to the side, removing his shirt next as he lowered me down onto the bed. The softness of the bed contradicted the steel pressed against my front. My fingers roamed over his broad, tattooed shoulders, down his thick pectorals to his stacked abs.
Great divine, every part of this man washard.
An addictive mixture of anticipation and nerves coursed through my veins as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He rolled his hips into mine, pressing himself against my throbbing core. I groaned at the sudden friction, desperate to feel more. My hands shot to his waist, aiming for his belt buckle. But he captured my wrists and hauled them over my head, pinning them there with his one hand.
Von tore his lips from mine, setting my mouth free.
But I didn’t want to be free. I wanted his mouth back on mine. I was feverish, aching, riddled with need. I looked up at him, my expression conveying as much. I unwrapped my legs and dug my feet against the bed, using the leverage to better grind myself against the bulge tucked beneath his pants, my body blatantly telling him what I wanted. Telling? It was outright screaming.
I wasn’t embarrassed by my bluntness—that dominant side of him axed me from my shame, leaving me in a wake of carnal, animalistic lust.
A slow, steady exhale fell from his mouth as he studied me like he was trying to decide what to do with me. He parted his lips, his tongue rolling over his perfectly white bottom row of teeth, his sharp canines poking out from his top lip.
I suppressed a whimper, wondering what it would feel like to have them at my throat, in my throat.
Fuck. Where was this coming from?
“I must confess, Little Goddess,” he started, his voice husky, dangerously low. “I’m angry with you. Angry enough I’m tempted to tie you to this bed and leave you here for the rest of the night, until I can return later andfinallytaste what ismine.”
A shiver ratcheted through me, straight to my desperate, throbbing core. I nibbled on my bottom lip, the thought of him tying me to the bed only serving to turn me on more.
“Dirty girl,” he mused before he hauled his mouth against mine, his kiss punishing this time. Branding.
I took everything he gave greedily, happily, and when he pulled back again, I nearly cried out in frustration. I tried to pull my wrists free, desperate to touch him, to force his lips back to mine, but his grasp was unbreakable.
I glared at him, my brows knitting. This was torture, and judging by that coy smirk, he damn well knew it.
“You are so incredibly beautiful, even when you scowl,” he praised as his fingertips slid up my leg, a whisper of a touch.
He watched my reaction the higher his hand roamed. Watched my lips part as he cupped my breast, his large hand easily enveloping it.
A breath, painted with pleasure, fell from my lips.
