She tried to swallow. His hand slipped higher along her thigh, fingers catching on the hem of her shorts, pushing them higher. Her breath hitched when the tips of his fingers traced her panties. She licked her lips, and the sound that rumbled in his chest made her melt from the inside out.
“Devour me.”
She’d barely finished speaking before Thaddeus kissed her, his mouth consuming her, his tongue possessing her, a man starved for what she could give. A kiss laced with theheat of desire, the tension of control, and the will to release a fierce hunger.
She wanted it. Wanted him.
She wanted everything he would give her.
He slung an arm around her waist, pinning them together at the hips as he swept her off the dresser. A half-kiss later, he laid her down on her bed. He tore away from her mouth and kissed over her chin, down her throat, his lips unforgiving in his famished race. His fingers untangled from her hair and arched her body into his kisses as he licked the swell of one breast a moment before his lips brushed over her nipple through her thin camisole, then sucked her into his mouth.
Her nerves sang with a delight she’d never before known. He licked and suckled, taking his mind-warping time as he drew moans from her throat and sent shivers through her muscles. Damn, the man tortured her in the sweetest possible way, licking the valley between her breasts to latch on to the other and perform the same mind-spinning, body humming attention.
She wanted the camisole off. She wanted to feel his mouth, hot and hungry, against her skin, not the essence of his heat and the dampness lent by the fabric. Those fingers drawing patterns and strokes along each rib, down her belly. She wanted to know his skin, his touch, his caress directly on her flesh, etching those magical motions into her body’s memory.
Without warning, he pulled her upright, twisting them so she landed straddling his waist. Gone was any mask he may have donned. His nostrils flared, the sharp angles of his beautiful face cast with shadows of carnal desire. That look, the one of a man about to lose control, should put fear in her, and yet, she wanted nothing more than to stoke that desire, ignite the fire, unleash the pacing beast.
He pressed his hands upward, fingers splayed, catching the hem of her camisole and lifting without hesitation. He cast it off and cupped one of her breasts, the feel of his hand against her skin pure heaven. A gentle lash of his thumb over her pebbled nipple sent her spiraling.
“Goddess, how perfect.”
Perfect would not be a word she used to describe herself, but the gravelly whisper from the Faery man who dipped his head and feasted on her breast as shamelessly as she rolled her hips over his cock made her believe it.
His teeth caught her nipple with a growl, those dark eyes turning up to her, the glowing ring of blue flashing.
“Easy.” A slowly spoken rumble that sent a fierce shudder through her, squeezing a whimper from her lips as he tipped his chin up, tugging her nipple, unleashing an erotic burst of pleasure as he released her. “I’ve every intention of playing your sweet body like a heavenly instrument, and I’ll enjoy every sound I create from your sinful mouth.”
Rori hooked her fingers on his shirt and worked through each button, her patience drawing thin the longer it took. “You’ll make me realize feeling doesn’t have to hurt.”
The last button opened and she shoved the shirt off his shoulders, pulling her hands back to his chest. Heaven help her, she’d never seen a man molded from marble, cut like a razor. Pecs hard as stone with smooth curves. The deep cut between each step of his abs, tapering to the narrow V of his waist, his hips.
He tore the shirt off as she dipped her head and licked him between his pecs. A fierce shiver wracked her, the taste of his skin wild, clean, an essence of spice and a hint of sweetness. She licked him again and followed it with open-mouthed kisses, drinking in a flavor she was beginning to understand was part of his makeup, not lingering cologne.No, the scent she knew, the one that warmed her soul, was a scent created by him, and him alone, and the taste of that scent was utterly divine.
“Bloody wicked woman,” he hissed, cupping her bottom. He pulled her close, hard, sitting her against him, right where she ached the most. A gasp fled her, tremors making her momentarily weak. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, her forehead pressed against his chest, hands dropping to the fancy gold buckle on his belt. “You will ever only know pleasure by my hand,storín.”
As she worked open the buckle, she lifted her head, nuzzling her cheek upward until her lips brushed his earlobe. The muscles of his abs rippled and a sharp intake of breath met her ear.
“Nothing that happens tonight will be anything I’ll ever forget,” she breathed, then flicked out her tongue and traced his ear to the very tip.
She was on her back again, the sexual beast clawing through the remaining barriers Thaddeus had erected. He pinned her by the wrists with one hand over her head, settling beside her on bed as he caressed the backs of his knuckles between her breasts, lower, along her belly. He turned his hand over and slipped it beneath the waistband of her shorts, the top of her panties, and paused as she held her breath, her body tense, on the brink of anticipation.
A feral smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “So right you are.”
He pressed his hand lower, through the small thatch of curls wet with her arousal. His smile faltered, melting into something bordering on animalistic.
“Goddess, you smell like the sweetest honey.”
He licked his lower lip, dipping his head to her neck as his fingers slid through her wet seam. Rori whimpered, theshock of pleasure swelling so fast she could barely register it. His fingers stroked her with precision, spreading her, teasing her clit, working her up until she swore she’d scream, only to have his tormenting touch abandon her on a peak and trace her entrance.
“I’m finding such pleasure making you squirm, Rori.”
His lips teased her ear, his fingers playing around her entrance as her clit throbbed with the need to be touched. She tried to angle her hips, but he tsked once.
“Easy. I’ll give you release, many times over.” The tip of his nose stroked over her cheek. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes, but when she followed his soft-spoken command, she found herself staring up at the vision of an angel. A sinful, forbidden angel who delivered her to the brink of madness.
“Do tell,storín. All of this slick pleasure. ’Tis for me?”
