Twenty-Seven #3
Ache built in my core as I rolled my hips into him. “I like being pinned like this.”
He let out a dark chuckle that set my heart on fire.
“I’m not surprised in the least.” Trailing bruising kisses down my neck, he paused at my shoulder to sink his teeth into my skin.
A delicious shudder raced through me, and a moan slipped from my lips.
This. This was what I’d wanted, what I’d been dying to feel.
His hands completely tore through my blouse, and buttons skittered across the floor.
“What was it you told me?” I mused, barely keeping track of my words as his fingers ghosted my abdomen. “Next time I want to see you shirtless, all I have to do is ask.”
“Oops.” His lips curled in a coy smile. Then he pried my legs off him and set me on the ground—much to my grumbling—and trapped my wrists above my head with one of his hands.
The other was still tearing away at the strips of fabric that used to be my shirt, until there was nothing left but my black brassiere.
His grip on my wrists tightened, his eyes darkening as he brought his nose between my heaving breasts and inhaled deeply.
His exhale scorched me with a heat that even Zeverin’s flames couldn’t touch.
“Tonight I’m going to take my time.” His voice was thick with want.
The only pain I’d ever intentionally inflict on you is the agony of making you wait to feel the pleasure of release.
“Thank fuck,” I whimpered.
He toyed with the edge of my brassiere, hungry stare fixated on the lace.
Some of his glamour fell away, and the prick of his elongated nails teased my skin.
Pressing the back of my head against the wall, I arched into his touch.
He let out a groan of his own. With a quick swipe of his nails, my bra fell to pieces on the floor.
He hid them once again beneath his glamour, but nothing in this world or the next could’ve obscured the pure longing filling his gaze as he stared at my chest.
His calloused hand palmed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers and giving it a gentle tug.
Once it’d pearled to his liking, he did the same with my other breast. And then laved it with his tongue.
Stars exploded across my vision, and I tried to break free of his grip so I could bury my hands in his hair and hold his head in place.
But he didn’t budge. Instead, he nipped at me with his teeth.
“I don’t think so.”
My breath sharpened. “Rorik . . .”
“The agony, Edira. You will feel all of it. And then when I finally allow you to come, you’ll scream loud enough to permanently etch the sound into my ears so I can replay it for the rest of my life.”
Need surged through my core at his promise, and wetness gathered between my legs. His free hand roved to my waist. I arched my back, encouraging him to rip what was left of my pants to shreds, too.
He complied. A wicked groan rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest once I was completely naked before him.
Still, I was pinned. Still, I could do nothing but salivate at the sight of his hungry stare devouring my form.
With painful slowness, he grazed his fingers beneath my navel.
Trailed them along the dips of my hips. Inched closer and closer to the apex of my thighs.
I could hardly think. Hardly breathe. My body craved him.
His touch was lightning to my skin, and the build of pressure, of the blooming need for release, made me squirm.
“Not yet,” he murmured. His fingers moved to my folds, and gooseflesh ravaged his skin. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet.”
“Just for you,” I managed to say around a shaky breath.
Then he pressed his thumb against my clit and my entire body trembled.
Slowly. Methodically. He was so gods-damned intentional with the way he teased me, and each time I tried to buck into him, to encourage him to press harder or move faster, he retreated.
“So impatient,” he said. My chest heaved with a wanton moan, and he brought his teeth to my pearled nipple at the same time he slid a single finger inside me. I barked out his name as my nerves lit up.
“I think this is enough agony,” I mumbled.
“I’m the only one who gets to decide that.
” His heated breath against my breast was a caress I’d never forget.
Then he slid a second finger inside me. A gasp ripped from my lungs as I rolled my hips against him.
Every action of his was deliberate. Even the way he began to move his fingers was wondrous torture.
When he pressed down on my clit again, he inserted a third.
And then he drove them as deep as he could, and my whole world threatened to implode.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think beyond the sensation he was wreaking on my body.
I saw the lust in his eyes, the desire evident in the hardened length straining against his pants, and he still didn’t ravage me like he so clearly wanted. Like I so clearly wanted him to.
So, I let my mind paint the picture of what that would look like.
I imagined him unbuttoning his pants and his dick breaking free, just to slide deep into me.
I envisioned him fucking me so hard that the house shook.
And I pictured my release, how I’d convulse around him and scream his name with every ounce of strength I possessed in that moment.
The need coiling tight in my body was so close to coming undone. All he had to do was keep his fingers in place. Keep teasing my clit and tasting my nipples with his tongue.
“Yes,” I moaned, my half-lidded gaze trained on him.
His molten stare met mine, and all at once he stopped. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”
“Rorik,” I begged, need turning vicious, feral. I tried in vain to break free from his hold, to claw at the back of his hand with my nails.
“Impatient and stubborn,” he said. “But go ahead. Keep saying my name like that, and you’ll eventually get what you want.
What you so clearly need.” He picked me up then and threw me over his shoulder.
After he gave my ass a smack, he grabbed a nearby candle and pushed open the bedroom door.
He did a quick sweep of the room, and then set the candle on the nightstand beside the bed.
“This will have to do.” His words were full of heated promise, and my body shivered with anticipation. With want. Even if the bedroom hadn’t suited his desires, I would’ve found a way to take him to the floor. Nothing was going to keep me from him tonight.