And what will I be doing while you’re doing… that?
Delighted, I gave her the answer she wanted. You’ll be sitting on my face, gripping the headboard of the bed, screaming.
A lady never screams.
Good thing I’ve corrupted you.
Really, Grayson…
Bedisa…
I pushed both hands languidly along her inner thighs, smiling at the quiver scampering through her. She arched when my thumbs brushed the soaked silk of her thong. When I pressed her legs wider.
Did you forget that I can scent your desire? Every drop as you clench that hot sex? I can hear each desperate pant, the dirty words of encouragement you say to me. The words you’re hissing right now.
I laughed when she hissed through gritted teeth.
I know when you want it deeper, harder. How to touch the parts of you no male has ever touched. How you trust me. Open yourself to me with complete and honest trust… how you lust after me…
Such an arrogant male.
You can’t drag your eyes from my body. I flicked with my thumbs. That night, after the worm poison. When you were sneaking around my house in the dark and I caught you… you were drooling—
I was not.
You nearly dropped the blanket. I was waiting, hoping that you would.
I was dressed beneath the blanket, she protested, unable to keep the heat from her mental voice.
Have clothes ever stopped me, Bedisa?
Her squirm made me smile. My fingers tightened. Shudders ran the length of her open legs. Delicious, shuddering waves, wafting with her feminine scent. Beneath the tee, her nipples were hard and pressed against the fabric, rising with each panted breath.
She wanted this seduction. Wanted it to be slow and long. Wanted me to show her how hard I would beg, how intensely I would focus on pleasing her, arousing her. Until she was the one with my name trembling on her lips. The words rising in her throat, such sweet pleading…
I leaned into the tease, let my thumbs move with a lingering, sliding pressure along the silk where it fit into the crease between her leg and hip.
Those hips spasmed, despite her gritted teeth. Her fingers curled against the sagging couch cushion as if she was holding on. Holding out for more.
She always liked to see how long she could last, although it would embarrass her to point it out. In so many ways, she was inexperienced with desire. With the full depth of sensation, the clenching of an orgasm that shot through her entire body, not the tepid hint of ecstasy she’d once described with that boy in the empty motel rooms…
I leaned in and brushed my lips against her mouth. When she opened, my canines descended. Just for fun, for the exotic little shock, I scraped against her mouth, then tugged her lower lip and sucked.
Mine, I growled through our bond. The possessive surge scalded beneath my skin. My cock throbbed.
She curled her nails into my shoulders. Mine.
Her mental voice pulsed.
I shifted my weight, gripped her upper arms.
I’m going to claim you, Bedisa. More than I have before. Can you handle that tonight?
Can you handle me?
I burned at the laugh in her throat.
“We are destruction, Grayson,” she said, a declaration. “We. Are. Ecstasy. No matter how messy, how hard. How… bad.”
