His hand closed on her wrist. Lowering his head, he said softly, “I didn't give you permission to touch me.”
She let out another moan. “Castien…”
Bending to her ear, he purred, “You always get everything you want, my lovely Queen. Let's see how you handle a little restraint.”
He moved her hand to the desk. His tongue flicked her ear.
“I have… plenty of restraint,” she gasped.
Not when it came to him.
Laughing softly, he kissed her neck. “You call chasing me into an enemy nationrestraint?”
His fingers delved between her legs. So deliciously wet. Molten. Teasing circles traced her entrance.
She moaned. “I would follow you to the end of time, bring you back from hell itself – or stay there with you if that’s what you want. Castien… ahh…”
He believed her. He didn’t quite accept that he deserved her, but he believed her.
“My beautiful goddess,” he murmured, kissing beneath her ear, dipping a finger inside her. Then back out, circling again.
Her claws scraped the desk. “Castien,please…”
“Hmm,” he purred. “I like the sound of that. Keep it up.”
Immediately, she panted, “Please touch me, Castien. I need you. Please, my love, my heart, don’t tease me anymore, I can’t take it. Castien, please, I– Oh! Ohh…”
His finger slid inside her. Such a smooth, easy slide. All the way in.
Her back arched. She sighed, “Yes… Oh, yes.”
The sounds of her pleasure could sustain him through torture.
His finger glided through her clenching inner muscles. “This looks very much like a terrible lack of restraint. Perhaps I should stop?”
Contrary to his false concern, he slipped a second finger inside her.
Her hips bucked. “Please don't stop. Please, Castien, I… ohh… I'm so close. Please…”
He would never deny her. He couldn't.
“Since you asked so nicely…”
Stroke after quick stroke, he thumbed her clit and kissed her neck. She writhed beneath him, and it was his restraint that was tested. His pants were decidedly uncomfortable as her fluids dripped from his hand. She was so hot and wet and needy. So ready for him.
Not yet. He would wait his turn.
He didn't have to wait long.
“Castien!” she cried out, her ass lifting off the desk and her legs tensing, locking. A long, loud moan poured from her lips.
“There you are, goddess. My perfect, beautiful Queen. Yes, Anais. Yes!”
Utter perfection. Her inner muscles pulsed around his fingers. His cock strained in his pants. This woman made his entire career seem dull and colorless. Every partner before her had been meaningless. He was only grateful he had the experience to bring her pleasure.
She moaned and rolled her hips slowly, dragging out her pleasure as her body relaxed. Tension melted from her limbs. Languid warmth swam in her eyes.
Yes, she glowed just like a true goddess.
