“Dinner can wait,” he growled.
“Yes.”
His mouth moved down my neck, doing amazing things. His teeth scraped over my skin and I gasped.
“More, Ro.”
He shuffled us across the room. His mouth was back on mine, tongues tangling. The taste of him filled me with memories of the masquerade and my legs went weak.
He pulled back, his face unsmiling. Pure desire was etched on it.
He was going to take what he wanted.
And I wanted to give him everything.
He spun me, and anticipation was a warm ball in my stomach. He pushed me over the plush arm of the couch, my hands gripped the cushions and dug in. I fought back a shudder of anticipation.
He flicked my skirt up, baring my ass, then yanked my panties down. That hot anticipation ratcheted higher.
“Ro—” My voice was breathy.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” His hand stroked over my buttock, then between my cheeks and down to my pussy. I jolted. “I need to get my mouth on my fairy queen again.”
A shiver ran through me. He stroked my sensitive flesh, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. Then he dropped to his knees behind me, his hands clenching on my ass.
Before I could say anything else, his mouth was on me.
His first lick had me crying out, my fingers digging hard into the couch.
“You have no idea.” His voice was deep, guttural. “No fucking clue how much you affect me. How much I want you.”
He lapped at me, sucking at me like I was his favorite dish. Soon I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.
All I could do was feel.
Soon, I was babbling, need twisting inside me. His tongue dragged over my clit several times, teasing me. My hips jerked, trying to get more contact.
“You need to come, don’t you, fairy queen?”
“Yes.Please.”
“Demand it. Tell me what you want.”
“Suck my clit and make me come, Ro.”
His lips closed over my clit and he sucked hard. My muscles tensed and I came.Hard.
My spine arched, and I gasped through the wave of pleasure. He licked at me through the intense aftermath, then pressed a kiss to my left butt cheek.
Then he peppered kisses over my lower back, then pushed my shirt up, and kissed along my spine. I felt the scrape of his stubble on my skin and shuddered.
“My beautiful, sexy fairy queen.”
Then he hauled me up. I had a second to wonder if my limp legs would hold me before he leaned forward, then tossed me over his shoulder.
I gasped out his name.
“I’m not finished with you yet. You aren’t running away from me tonight.”
