Light Shadows by S. L. Jennings

spread your legs. Now.”
    I freeze mid-step from the shower to find Dorian in the doorway of my bathroom, hair deliriously sexy from a night of raucous sex, and eyes still lazy with sleep. And if that wasn’t enough to make my knees buckle, he’s completely naked.
    Naked. Dorian Skotos, the god of fuck-hot, is naked with bedhead.
    “Don’t just stand there dumbfounded. You heard what I said.” He leans into the doorframe in an effortless pose that elongates his frame, accentuating every tanned ripple of muscle. My mouth waters with the urge to taste his skin, and I step forward reflexively. However, before I can advance any further, my front is pinned to the vanity. Dorian’s hands are locked on onto mine, holding me in place as he grinds his hardness against my ass. What is with him and bathrooms?
    “Such a hard-headed girl. When will you learn?” His breath is cool and level, almost menacing. I feel myself getting wet from the sound of it alone.
    “Maybe you should teach me,” I nearly moan.
    “That sounds promising, but I’d need all day and possibly all night. And we’ve got a busy day ahead of us.” He slips his knee between my legs and parts them, just the way he requested. “Mmmm. I can already smell you. Yes, I would definitely need at least 24 hours to teach you properly.”
    He flexes his hips, and I groan at the feel of him throbbing against me. “I’ll settle for the Cliff’s Notes for now.”
    Dorian grips my wrists tighter as he bends his knees just enough to align himself with my slick sex. Then in the slowest, most torturous way, he enters me from behind, sliding in to the hilt—until every bit of me is devouring every bit of him.
    He doesn’t move, giving my body a chance to acclimate to his size and savor the feel of him at this angle. Maybe he’s making up for his rough demeanor last night. Or maybe he just wants me so fucking insane for him that I’ll do anything to get him to move.
    “Please,” I whimper, my eyes closed tight. “Please, Dorian.”
    “Not yet. Not until you’re ready, baby.”
    “I’m ready now!” I whine, squirming.
    “Almost, but not quite, little girl.” His voice is so controlled, it infuriates me. How can he be so calm? Can’t he feel how ravenous I am for him?
    I growl in frustration, yet the sound ends in a whine as I feel Dorian’s hand wrap around my neck with gentle pressure. His lips are on my ear, causing him to shift even deeper.
    “Open your eyes.” It’s a whispered command, but my body complies immediately, completely spellbound. “Look at yourself. See how amazing you look with me inside you.”
    I take it all in—the sight of Dorian’s body fused with mine. The feel of his hand tightening around my throat. The fiery lust smoldering in those pale blue eyes.
    He hasn’t even moved yet and I feel like I could fall apart at any second.
    Reading my mind, or maybe putting me out of my misery, he slides out to the tip, slowly…deliberately. So much control wrapped in my insanity. Then he pushes back in just as unhurriedly, making every part of me shake with need.
    “Easy,” he rasps, stroking me steadily. “Just keep watching, baby. I’ve got you.”
    He sexes me so thoroughly that I feel touched all over. This time is different. Last night was all frenzy and hunger. Right now—him filling me with slow, lazy thrusts as he watches me come undone through the mirror—is all about seduction and restraint.
    My knees begin to shake and he cradles my neck tighter, elevating the intense pleasure. I feel like I’m going to faint. Or scream. Or cry. It feels so good that I may do all three.
    Until he stops.
    Dorian pulls out of me abruptly, causing me to yelp in surprise and displeasure. He grips my shoulders and bends his head downward, his focus on my back.
    “Your tattoos,” he whispers, his expression darkening.
    “What’s wrong?” I try to turn around, but his grasp is firm.
    His fingers brush over the space between my shoulder