Right where she yearned to be.
The skirts of her gown prevented her from locking her legs around him. She clung to him, thighs clamped at his waist, moaning as she sat hard against his cock. Every inch of skin tingled, hummed, reacting to the slightest shift, the lightest caress. His hair tickled her arms, unleashing a flood of heat and moisture straight to her core. The rough friction of the satin bodice against her pebbled nipples sent her into a frenzy, one he eagerly fed more fuel to.
Too much between us.
There was no attempt to untangle her fingers completely from his hair before she raked and tugged at the collar of his robe while drowning in the plundering feast from his mouth. His hand dropped to her neck, loosening enough for her tocurve her body away from him and yank open the fabric at his chest.
Her entire body shuddered as she splayed her hands over the hard curves of muscle, the smooth slope of his pecs. Reluctantly, she tore away from his kisses, her forehead pressed heavy against his, struggling to catch her breath. The familiar scent of spice that was part of his flesh, a natural perfume that made her mouth water and her body tremble. The ache at the crux of her thighs, the slick arousal only he could coax. She slipped her hands beneath the robe, molding to the thick swell of his shoulders, each divot and dimple and sinewy cord of muscle, and pushed the fabric down his arms as far as she could.
Dipping her head, she pressed an airy kiss beneath his ear.
An exquisite rumble resonated through his chest. The thick mound against her core jerked. Opening her mouth, she teased the stretch of his throat, tasting his skin with small flicks of her tongue, learning his reactions to the way her exhales cast across his moist skin. The tremors that rippled through his muscles.
When she scraped her teeth lightly over the juncture of his neck and shoulder, his fingers bit into her hip, and a delightfully dark, carnal sound filled her ears.
“Dangerous little human.”
Rori traced the line of his collarbone with her tongue, loving the flavor of his skin. She curled her hips against him, a quiet whimper mixing with her kisses as a rush of pleasure spiraled up through her belly. Her knees clenched harder.
There was no warning before his arm dropped out from around her. He pried her legs away, shifting his hold to her hips, guiding her to her feet despite her squeak of protest. She grasped the sash around his narrow waist, where all the fabric of his robe caught against the barrier, tugging at the knot untilit fell open. Her throat swelled, the frantic pattering of thousands of butterfly wings tickling up her throat. She sucked in a deep breath, leaned forward, and nuzzled his chest. Drew the tip of her nose between the deep ravine of muscle as she followed her trembling fingers over each hard step of his abs. God, the Faery man was divine. She’d never get enough of him, staring at the masterpiece of perfection. Tracing every fine detail, committing him to memory. Luxuriating in the cool firmness of his skin.
Mine.
His stomach tightened as her fingers played. The thin silk pants that hung low on his waist did nothing to hide the thickness pressing to come out.
Hooking her fingers at his waistband, she lifted her head, dragging her tongue along his chest until she stared up into his fierce eyes, black and smoldering except for the thinnest radiant blue rim. The hollows of his cheeks shifted, his jaw working behind taut lips. His hair, completely unrestrained, hung over his cheeks, pale sunlight strands enhancing the wild energy humming around them.
His nostrils twitched, flared. His lips, red from their kisses, parted with a slow inhalation.
The flare of light that cut across his eyes ignited a shiver in her bones.
He dropped his arms long enough for the robes to fall in a pillowy pool at his feet. But before she could tug at his pants, he shackled her wrists with one hand, whipped her around, and trapped her against one of the thick bedposts with the weight of his body. Slowly, he lifted her arms and pinned them over her head.
Rori whimpered when he lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, “The sweetest sound is that of your desire.”
He curled her braid over her shoulder, his warm breathsspreading across her ear as he lowered his lips in the lightest kiss to the nape of her neck. She curved her back into him, turning her head down as he kissed each bump of her spine. His tongue swirled over each vertebrae, fueling the inferno at her seam until she rocked and moaned, trying to find release. God, she was so far gone in arousal, drowning in the sea of pleasure.
And he’d barely done a damn thing.
He stayed her hips with a firm hand. “Easy,mostorín.”
Fuck if he didn’t press that hand along the crease of her hip, fingers coming within an inch of her pulsing clit, only to retract. His mouth continued to work down each level of her spine as he lazily drew his fingers up her side and across her back.
The bodice tightened, then loosened. “Thaddeus, stop torturing me.”
“Patience, little love.” He tugged the ribbons at her back again. “You’ll be well rewarded.”
A small prelude came with the trail of his tongue from her bodice up to her nape, retracing every last inch of her exposed spine. She sucked in a sharp breath.
Then he bit. Firm but without harm, right at the base of her skull, and she cried out, bowing back into him. She tugged at her arms, writhing as his teeth nipped down her neck, shooting pleasure lighting stars behind her eyelids. She ground against the post, the throb between her legs maddening.
His leg hooked around hers, his hand wrapped around her braid, and together pulled her head back as he angled her hips away from the post. She stared up into the predatory gaze of her breathtaking man, erotically feral with the raw hunger consuming his expression.
Rori bared her teeth, pulling at her arms. “Release me.”
His gaze lowered, drawing a scorching path as he trailed down her throat and came to rest where her breasts swelled at the neckline of her gown. When he dragged that heady gaze back to hers, a wicked smile formed over his mouth. “Nay.”
His mouth swallowed her protest with a deep, sweeping kiss that sucked the breath from her lungs, the will from her playful fight, and poured lava-hot desire through her marrow.
