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I smiled mischievously. “We have ten minutes.”
“That—” A single finger coiled under my chin as he gently tipped it up, his gaze locked with mine. “—is not nearly enough time.”
I sputtered. “Not nearly enough time?”
A dark smile graced his lips and he nodded, his voice dropping an octave. “I intend to worship this body of yours for hours, Little Goddess.”
“For hours?” I whispered breathlessly, picturing him wearing nothing but that carnal grin as he lowered his face between my legs.
“For hours,” he confirmed, just before he brought his mouth down on mine.
Kissing Von was like taking a shot of bourbon—smooth, neat . . . addictive, and it always left me craving more.
His arms wrapped around my waist—the chair groaning in relief as we rose. He carried me over to the large desk, the papers and pens and candles suddenly gone. I wondered if my clothes were next—hoped they were—because I was going to combust.
Slowly, he slid me down the length of his torso, his body, especially his belt andwhatrested beneath, providing friction against my core as he set me on the bulky desk. Gently, he pushed me onto my back.
I shifted my hips as he took his dreadfully sweet time removing my skirts, revealing my moonlit skin beneath. His fingers drifted along the inside of my leg, a whisper of a touch, as he purred, “You are intoxicatingly beautiful, Little Goddess.”
I inhaled the moment, taking in the mighty warrior standing over top of me, those otherworldly eyes exotic and wild. Right now, they looked more beast than man.
His hand gripped my leg as his hot, branding mouth kissed the inside of my knee. He nipped at it playfully, a carnal grin spreading across his lips. Slowly, he took his time, working his way up my leg, that heated gaze occasionally flicking back to mine. Every so often, he suckled my flesh, and I could feel the suggestive scratch of his sharp canines, causing the skin to sting in all the right ways. I moaned as his mouth moved closer to my throbbing core.
Goddess divine . . . he was so close now.
I reached for my underwear—they were in the way.
He caught my wrist. “So eager,” he teased, clicking his tongue as if I were in trouble. He jerked my hand upwards, pinning it over my head. With his free hand, he dragged his knuckles over that sensitive spot at the apex of my quaking thighs, his eyes meeting mine. “So fucking wet.”
I trembled, the cadence in his voice acting like a praising stroke.
He massaged methere, the pathetically thin barrier of my underwear adding to the erotic nature. I twisted, my body shaking as I lay back, losing myself in the sensation of him touching me, stroking and swirling. I moaned as the crescendo built, higher and higher, until . . .
His hand stopped. “Not yet, Little Goddess.”
I glared at him—wondering what sort of treachery this was.
Swollen and throbbing, I was ready. My free hand darted down—if he wouldn’t give it to me, I would take it for myself.
“Ah, ah, ah, Little Thief. I will not let you steal this from me,” he scolded softly as he grabbed my hand and forcefully raised it over my head, pinning it there with the other.
A sprinkle of light flashed across his onyx eyes as he pulled his hand away, the pressure replaced with something else, something that snaked around my wrists, binding them tightly in place.
I looked up and gasped—my underwear. They wove around my joined wrists, the fabric nailed down to the desk.What the—
I tugged against them, but the more I did, the tighter they grew. My head jerked back to Von, his eyes firmly set on mine—darkness swirling within them. I caught the warning those eyes held. That once I let him inside, there would be no going back.
With his gaze firmly locked on mine, his hands slid to my legs. Slowly, he pressed them wider, testing me. Testing my understanding of what this meant. Oh, but I understood perfectly and even though a small part of me wanted to clamp my legs closed, to run from the devastatingly beautiful creature that loomed before me, the bigger part of me craved this—cravedhim.
Choosing him, choosing this, I let my legs fall open.
My offering brought a devilishly handsome grin to his lips as he murmured under his breath, “Good girl.”
His fingers returned to that sensitive little bud, but this time, the cloth barrier was gone.
He slipped a finger between my folds before he dragged my silky wetness upwards, spreading it over those electrified nerves, working them, his touch a sinister thing. I bucked my hips, wiggling under the intensity of it as his fingers skillfully worked that sensitive piece of me. With his other hand, he teased my entrance, testing the wetness there before he slipped one finger inside. A little breath of air escaped my lips.
His fingers were so much larger than mine, and just the one felt deliciously divine.
