A choked sound escaped her. “I do. I do love it,” she admitted. Then she added, “Almost...almost ready to spill my secrets. Promise! Whatever you do, don’t stop this torture.”
Viper. “You love the way my heat overtakes you. How I warm you inside and out.”
“I do, I do, I do,” she repeated. “Mmm. It’s good, Roc. It’s so good.” As he worked his fingers deeper, harder, she cried, “Yes, yes! Don’t you dare stop. You promised.” She planted her heels and lifted her lower body off the pillows, attempting to force him deeper.
She needs more of me. “What would you do to get another finger inside you?” He plunged and circled her clitoris. Plunged. Circled. Stardust glittered, shimmering in the firelight. “Do you need to be filled?”
She gasped. She groaned. “Yes. Filled. Another finger.” She watched him, as if she couldn’t not watch him, her teeth bared. So fierce. So wanton. So perfect. “Give it to me.”
“Will anyone’s fingers do?” The question left him without thought, and he didn’t have to ponder why. He hadn’t forgotten her boasts about Hades. Still, he worked those two fingers in and out. In, out. In...he used them like scissors, reminding her of the prize—more. “Or do you need mine, and only mine?”
“I need nothing!”
Possessive instincts surged, torching layers of his control. “You need me, and I’ll prove it.” Chest rumbling, he fed her a third finger, then pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris.
Incoherent words left her as she bowed up and threw back her head, those drenched inner walls clenching as the orgasm ripped through. Her breasts bobbed; those pink-as-coral nipples puckered, begging for his mouth. The onyx piercing looked wicked against her pale skin.
Sweat beaded his brow, and strain caught him in a vise grip. He didn’t touch her as she came down from the high. He stroked himself slowly, waiting. An act that required every ounce of his remaining control.
Finally, she sagged over the mattress and pillows and offered him a wicked smile. “I almost hate to break it to you, baby, but I’m not talking. You’re going to have to try again.”
How many males had she slain with such a smile?
“If you need help keeping up,” she added, “just imagine me clad in more stardust and deeper satisfaction.”
Curse her! Now he could do nothing but imagine. “Go ahead. Keep teasing. See what it gets you.”
“You mean another orgasm? Taste what you’ve done to me, warlord.” A command disguised by a throaty entreaty.
He shouldn’t obey. He should deliver her second climax another way. Following the advice of your prisoner never ended well. But not taste her? Impossible. “Think I’ll work my way down first.”
She trembled as he settled in for another kiss. With his big body resting between her legs, his shaft had a direct line to her sex. The bliss of it. Of her. He rocked his way to heaven, to hell, making her come a second time. But he didn’t stop kissing her, their tongues dueling. He continued to rock, thrusting against her, driving her pleasure ever higher—overseeing his own torment.
“Yes!” she cried. “Work your way down, Roc. Give me more.”
“You’ll hunger for me every time you desire a male.” He would make sure of it. He must. He wouldn’t be the only one to suffer.
A warlord hyperfocused on his goal, he ran her earlobe between his teeth and tongued the tendon running between her neck and shoulder. He laved, kneaded and sucked on her breasts, her nipples and her navel. Anywhere he put his trembling hands, he left a trail of stardust behind. His claim.
Her breaths grew more labored. Her frostberry scent strengthened, fusing with the stardust, becoming their scent.
“Look at you,” he said, awed. He stared down at her flushed, writhing form. “In the throes for your male.”
Your male. The words reverberated in his head, reminding him of her earlier taunt. She was his gravita, but he wasn’t her consort.
The scales couldn’t be balanced until she viewed him as her man.
And then? What purpose would balanced scales truly serve, if he killed her as planned?
Maybe...maybe there was another way?
18
Taliyah peered up at the warrior who’d played her body to a fever pitch—twice! Thrice? She’d lost count. He looked on edge. Angry and frustrated and seething with lust. Teasing him had thrilled her, but this intensity thrilled her more.
Roc was done playing.
With a snarl, he dragged a stiff tongue along the center of her sex. He massaged her clit with the tip. She... This...
What is he doing to me?
She undulated beneath his heady assault, wild for him. Despite the other climaxes, she ached beyond reason as he drove her need higher. One sensation blended into another, her body a live wire, her cells aflame.
It wasn’t fair! Roc had pinned her wings, caging her harpy-strength, making her feel as weak as a mortal. Horrifyingly vulnerable again. He’d ratcheted up her sexual hunger and toyed with her emotions. Twice, he’d called her Taya. An endearment. A personal endearment. One she adored.
How was she supposed to feel about that? How was she supposed to react? Part of her wanted to push him away. Part of her wanted only to tug him closer. All of her just...wanted.
If other Generals could say no...
I can. “Unfasten the chains, Roc. Let me touch you.” To feel his strength beneath her palms, to torment his body as he’d tormented hers, she would...she... Ah! His merciless tongue-lashing persisted, razing more and more of her hard-won control.
Oh. Oh! Too good. He flicked, rubbed and lapped, firm and unyielding. Perfect. Too much! But she only wanted more. If she could just make him come, the game would end and calm would return, and, and, and... Thoughts muddled, another climax barreling through her hard and fast. World-rocking. But Roc still didn’t stop.
He was a man of his word and kept going. And going and going. She soared and she crashed, soared and crashed, again and again and again, but she never begged, and she never told him what he’d wanted to know...whatever he’d wanted to know. Somewhere between the fingering and the feasting, she’d forgotten his demands.
“Roc... Roc,” she chanted, unable to say anything else. She existed in a daze of pleasure, fire and desperate need, swinging from one extreme to the other.
No man had ever focused so fully on her body.
Licking and fingering her in conjunction, he drove her to another climax so powerful, she nearly screamed the palace down.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he demanded when she quieted.