“But—”
His lips press to mine again, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I moan against him, feeling strangely powerful in his arms.
He sets me down on the table, leaning forward, forcing me back as he pulls at the ties of my shift.
“Too many clothes,” he growls, growing frustrated.
I grab a tie, quickly pulling it and opening my shift so that he can see more of me.
His silver eyes flicker with what I can only assume is lust as he looks down my body, his gaze lingering on my small breasts.
My nipples are puckered, looking more red than I’ve seen them. I try to appear confident, but I tremble from both fear and pent-up aggression. Or is it lust?
Finally, when I can no longer handle the suspense, he takes one of my breasts in his enormous hand and bends, licking a circle around the nipple.
A strong pulse livens between my thighs, like the one I had yesterday, and I yelp.
He groans. “Your smell is the death of my sanity.”
I giggle and make a mental note to tell Nori she was right.
Grabbing both breasts, he nuzzles my sensitive flesh, teasing and licking my nipples until they are painfully stiff.
“More,”I moan, pushing down on his shoulders and lifting my hips.
“I see that my Little Vaeyark is greedy,” he says in a light, whimsical tone.
My heart blooms at his ownership of me.
Wasting no time, he licks straight up my seam, his tongue working its way through my folds to the sensitive bud that throbs for him.
“Is this what my Little Vaeyark likes?” he teases, licking the nub again and again until my mind fails me.
A cry escapes my throat, and I bite my palm, forcing myself to remain silent.
“I’m…I’m…”
His tongue circles faster, every illicit lick drawing me closer to the release he gave me yesterday in the cave.
“Yes…”I cry.“Just like that.”
He growls against me, sucking my nub into his mouth, pulling gently, his fingers digging into my thighs.
I come undone.
I curl forward, sex pulsing, every muscle in my body tensing as I ride the high of my release.
Bliss flows through me like water down a stream, lifting me higher and higher until I crash back down, landing softly.
How is it possible for such feelings to exist? I’d spend all day in bed, if I could, never leaving this very hut.
I sit up, feeling jittery from the rush.
Ramsey pulls away, his cheeks so dark, they look black.
I scan down his body, seeing an enormous bulge in his pants, remembering how proud it stood in the cave.
I suddenly realize that he must be as frustrated as I was. But I don’t know what to do.
