Bound to the Elvin King by Lisa Kumar Page B

to strip you bare and hear you scream my name.”
    Every muscle from the waist down clenched at the promise in his words, but she attempted to act nonchalant. “Sounds like it could be painful.”
    A thoughtful look crossed his face before a sensuous smile touched his lips. “So much pleasure could be termed painful.”
    If he weren’t so arrogant, she’d be a salivating heap of flesh at his feet. “And I’m sure you’re going to show me.”
    “Of course.”
    His cockiness dried up the smart-ass retort on her tongue. Damn him, even her mouth wouldn’t listen to her. But it would probably jump to do his bidding. In fact, it watered to taste the buffet he offered.
    She licked her lips. “Well, get on with it.”
    As he captured her mouth with his, the oxygen in her lungs seemed to disappear. Her hands wound in the hair spilling down his back. With each stroke of his tongue, she instinctively tugged on the silky locks between her fingers. His erection prodded her hip, making her aware he enjoyed this just as much as she did. Just as she thought breathing would be impossible, he released her lips. She took in a deep gulp—for her lungs and to calm her body down. It didn’t settle her hormones one bit.
    He placed small, nibbling kisses along her jawline and then down the curve of her neck. A satisfied sigh escaped her. He sure knew how to work that mouth of his. And it seemed he was going to work it down her body. She had no complaints.
    The hollow of her neck received particular attention before he dipped his head down to the neckline of her gown. His lips ghosted along the skin there. She shuddered, sure she’d go nuts if he didn’t do something soon.
    His fingers dipped into her bodice and caressed the tops of her breasts. The gentle strokes sent need coursing through her. She pressed into his hands.
    He found the buds of her areolas, and she nearly shot to the ceiling. A grin stretched his lips.
    “So responsive. Nothing delights me more. Let’s see if every part of you reacts the same way.”
    Her mind stalled. Shouldn’t he already know how responsive she was? But the sensation of his touch scrambled her brain, and all concern melted away.
    He pressed an open-mouthed kiss right above her cleavage. “Time to unwrap my gift.” His strong hands trembled slightly as he untied the laces of her gown, and his face was flushed. He peeled the garment from her and let it glide to the floor.
    The air hit her skin. Every nerve ending sizzled.
    For him.
    That scary realization socked her in the gut, and she took in a shaky breath. Maybe it was only the bond. Nothing else. It couldn’t be anything else.
    There was only one way to be sure. She reached around to unhook her bra, but he stopped her.
    “Let me.” Her bra soon dropped to the floor, and he groaned. “Beautiful. But you still have too much on.” His hands rested on her hips before he gently tugged her panties down.
    The heat of his gaze swept over her, leaving fire in its wake. She felt vulnerable, exposed. This wasn’t like her, so she stood taller and trailed a finger down his chest. She’d be damned if she was going to act all shy now.
    A tremor rewarded her efforts, and she smiled. “Now, it’s my turn.”
    She reached for the laces of his pants. They slid loose of their confines easily this time, and then he was laid bare for her enjoyment. Like some gilded god, he stood regally before her. The smoldering look he gave her caused her mouth to go dry. He was hungry, and she was dinner.
    Her gaze wandered downward until it reached its goal. His sex rose proud and tall, ready to give her the action she craved.
    They reached for each other at the same time. Molding her to him, he guided her to his desk. The idea of making love there flooded her with heat. He slowly inched her back until her butt hit the edge, then he lifted her up on it as if she weighed nothing.
    Papers and books scattered, with some falling to the floor. The sound only inflamed her