“You’re naked! I am naked! Why are we naked?” I demanded, babbling nervously.
His rich laughter filled the room, and then the bed moved. I sat back, continuing to cover my eyes. A hand gripped my shoulder, and I spun, immediately regretting dropping my hand and opening my eyes because I was staring straight at the appendage that swung between his thighs. My mouth fell open, and I knew I should have closed my eyelids, but I couldn’t. Common sense fled, taking my better judgment with it. My hand shifted, slapping it. He swore violently, but I adjusted, watching the thing swing.
“You little bitch,” he snapped but froze when he realized I was still staring. I knew my face was crimson because it was burning with heat. “Why the fuck would you do that? You are asking for it, princess. Do you intend to fucking shake it like a hand?”
“That’s it, isn’t it?” I asked curiously.
“Is what, what?” he returned.
I coughed to clear my throat before forcing my focus away from it.
It was then that I realized we weren’t within the veil of gloomy caverns he’d kept me locked up in. Stars were better than the desire to pull on that thing and discover if it coiled like a spring when yanked. It had been smooth as silk against my fingertips. Folding my teeth over my lips, I pointedly continued to peer upward.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He moved to block the stars from my view and glared down at me. “Are you fucking stupid? You don’t slap someone’s cock, Kahleena.”
“I knew it had to be it! Ha, take that one, you dusty old crone.” He canted his head as if he thought I’d gone crazy. “Destiny always mocked me and said I wouldn’t recognize ‘it’ if one whacked me upside my head. She’s incorrect. I identified one when I saw it!” I declared victoriously as his face shifted emotions rapidly.
After a moment, his mouth opened and closed before he asked, “You’re screwing with me, right?” Then he snorted. “You can’t be fucking serious, Kahleena.”
I didn’t reply, which had him squeezing the bridge of his nose before he met my stare. My heart thundered when he closed the gap between us, and I instinctively leaned away from him. Pausing at the edge of the mattress, he snorted and pointed at the floor in front of him. “Come here, now.”
“What, why?” I babbled, unable to think with him so close. When it was clear I would not do as he said, he bent at the waist, slid his hands under my bottom, and moved me himself. Once he had me where he wanted me, he knelt between my thighs, smirking at the horror painted across my pinched features. He cupped my neck at the base, urging me to lean forward as he leaned in. We didn’t quit moving until his lips were a hairbreadth apart from mine.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed, dipping his intense stare to my mouth. I slipped my eyelids closed, feeling the sweep of my lashes on my cheeks. His nose brushed against my cheek, and I shivered from his nearness and the foreign sensation of what was happening. The breath leaving his lungs mixed with mine, and then his soft lips lingered against my mouth.
The pulse between my thighs throbbed until it was a swollen ache. My nipples pebbled to hardened peaks that the blanket rubbed abrasively against. Everything within me tightened with anxious tension. Soft fluttering was slowly clenching my abdomen and sending gentle waves of heat surging through me. The air escaping my lips was swiftly changing into soft pants, which caused him to rumble in approval where he remained before me.
His lips fused against mine, stealing a soft exclamation from my throat. I waited against the silken kiss, but for what, I didn’t know. He sucked my bottom lip between his, smiling as I allowed a sigh of pleasure.
Powerful arms wrapped around my back, forcing my body flush against his hardened muscles. The hand on the nape of my neck slid down the length of my spine. His fingers slowly wandered until they lingered over the twin dimples above my rear. My arms wrapped around his neck, holding his mouth against mine. Thrusting my fingers through his raven silk locks, I moaned, rocking against him, seeking to assuage the pulse in my clit.
I inhaled his essence, drinking it in deeply as the soft bergamot scent fought against the masculine undertones that I couldn’t get deep enough into my lungs. His tongue invaded my mouth like he was waging a battle and I was his opponent. The kiss wasn’t gentle or savage. It sat somewhere between and sparked a desperation that clawed me from within as he held me prisoner, devouring me. I sensed the blanket drop, but I was too lost in his kiss to care. In no place within my mind did I wish to move from the scorching expedition he was taking me on.
His lips against mine awakened something within me. Crimson, fiery lust was shooting through me, pooling between my thighs. He tasted of citrus and something richer. A hint of whiskey spiked with lust maybe. His tongue drove against mine as I allowed him to dominate my senses.
The palm on my back shifted, slipping around to grab my breast, squeezing it until I cried out against his lips. His thumb caressed the pebbled crest teasingly, and sent exquisite pleasure sweeping through me. My apex grew wet, forcing a blush to heat my cheeks with the awkwardness it created.
The pace of my heart stalled, and suddenly hastened until it assaulted my ribs but failed to break free. He didn’t stop until he was dragging needy moans from my throat. After he got what he wanted, his hand dropped, fingers danced over my belly, causing the butterflies within them to freak out and fight to escape.
He ripped his mouth away, forcing a short breathless murmur of protest to dim the sensation his kiss had created. My tongue drifted over the swollen, heated lips he’d relinquished. I blinked slowly, knowing I should be forcing him to keep his distance, but I also wanted to know where this would end.
He’d tormented me, and now he was showing me another side to him. If I pushed him away, I wouldn’t be able to discover what he was trying to achieve by bringing me here. Of course, I shouldn’t want to know, but curiosity was my weakness. Sometimes, a girl had to live precariously. I’d probably end up dead, but maybe he’d at least make it worth it, right?
The hand behind my head drew me back to his heated mouth. His tongue delved between my lips, claiming mine in an ageless dance. I slid mine against his, but his assault intensified. Turning my head, I allowed him more access to kiss me with. My tongue slid over his, and I bit it softly, which made a deep rumble grow in his chest, only to be swallowed into my lungs.
The hand grazing my abdomen drifted lower. His touch sent heated need flooding through me, spilling to my apex. I needed to stop whatever was transpiring, but the pheromones he produced were addictively delicious. A low hiss escaped his mouth as he tore away again so he could watch where his hand trailed lower.
I gasped as he slipped a finger through the wetness between my thighs. My body tightened, and a blush slid over my face, spreading down my body. One of his fingers shifted, gently touching my clit, and when I tried to pull away, the arm against my back tightened. He laughed darkly, pushing a finger through the slit of my body, creating white-hot pleasure that I needed to feel build.
“Your princess parts are fucking drenched.” His raven-colored head tipped forward, and the finger sliding through my heat pressed against my entrance. I gasped at the strange sensation it created, but he delved into the wetness, slowly plunging into my core. My entire body clamped down, causing me to place my palms against his chest, feeling him tensing beneath my touch.