Ophelia’s eyes were clouded with lust. A beautiful sight. “We can’t here, Tolek,” she scolded, voice breathy.
I dragged my lips back up her neck and whispered in her ear, “You can’t say my name like that and expect me to not want to fuck you on this table.”
Her thighs clenched around my hand, and I smirked against her skin.
“I love having that damn effect on you,” I groaned.
“What?” She gripped my leathers.
“The way you show me you’re unraveling as much as I am. The way it makes me feel like I might drive you as wild as you’ve been driving me for years.”
“Tolek.” She breathed my name again, and I was dangerously close to the edge. Ophelia’s gaze was mischievous as she met my eyes. “What do you need?”
“I could think of a thousand different things I need right now, Alabath,” I whispered, nipping her ear and keeping up a teasing pattern between her legs until she was nearly panting. “All of them involving you in various positions on this table—to hell with the Angels and their curses.”
Slowly, I gripped both of her hands and removed them from my shoulders. I positioned them behind her, grasping the edge of the table on either side of her hips.
“Don’t move,” I instructed, my voice dark, and her magenta eyes flared with heat. “Not until I say you can.”
Ophelia bit her bottom lip but nodded eagerly.
With taunting, savoring movements, I skimmed my fingertips back up her thighs, relishing in each shiver she rewarded me with. When I reached the hem of her leather skirt, I was already straining behind my leathers, but I wouldn’t fuck her yet. Not with my cock at least.
I hooked my fingers in the band of her undergarments, stripping the lace and silk down her thighs. Nothing else stood between us now, no other layers under her skirt tonight.
“Dammit, Alabath,” I said. “This lace fucking wrecks me.”
Her voice was breathy as she answered, “I thinkyouwreckit.”
I smirked. “A fair trade.” I tossed them aside, standing, and Ophelia looked confused, likely expecting me on my knees. But I didn’t want to do what she expected.
Instead, I kissed her deeply, and when her hands shot to my shoulders to find purchase, I grasped her wrists, squeezing tight. “I gave you instructions.”
She placed them back on the edge of the table as I tugged her skirt up, spreading her legs and exposing her to the back room where anyone could walk in. A thrill widened her eyes.
“Do you trust me?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she panted as I dragged one finger through her center. Fucking Angels, she already felt so good.
I swirled lightly around her clit, then dipped back toward her entrance, and she writhed against my hand, seeking relief.
“Careful you don’t move too much,” I whispered, dragging my teeth down her neck. “You wouldn’t want to make a mess of the table.”
“Fucking Angels, Tolek,” she breathed.
I pulled back, repeating that pattern with my fingers as I peppered kisses and bites down her neck and breasts. I scraped my teeth across her nipple, and she arched into me, one hand fisting in my hair.
Freezing, I ordered, “Not yet.”
She whined in protest—the sound making me painfully hard—but gripped the edge of the table again, using it as leverage against my hand.
I kissed and licked back up her neck until I was hovering right over her mouth.
No, I didn’t want to be on my knees right now.
I wanted to be right here, where I could watch her writhe. Where I could watch every thought until all she could focus on was the pleasureIwas giving her. On the promise woven between us.
And as I slowly sank a second finger inside her and gave her the satisfaction she begged for, those promises stitched even tighter.
