grew. “The normal way, I suppose. Unless you have a few more kinks that I don’t know about. Would you like me to conjure up some rope? Or would you like me to tie you down this time?”
Was that curiosity she saw flash in his eyes? She’d bet her last ounce of power that the man had never been anything but the dominant one in bed.
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Got a secret fetish, Lady?”
Did she? “Can’t say that I do. Although I must say I enjoyed having you tie me up.”
“Then maybe you should conjure up those ropes.”
Oh, the man simply took her breath away when he decided to turn on the dominant charm. And she did mean dominant.
Even though he stood across the altar from her, he still loomed over her. She wasn’t tall and leggy like Turan. She was petite and curved, and she’d never had any complaints from her lovers. Not that they would dare criticize her to her face, but most of her bed partners had seemed genuinely happy to bed her. In fact, they’d been so genuinely happy that most of them would have bent over backwards to please her.
Which had gotten old more than five centuries ago.
“What are you thinking, Tessa?”
Cal’s soft query refocused her attention on him. Those beautiful gray eyes had a laser focus on hers.
“I’m thinking you should be naked.”
“Maybe I’m thinking the same thing.”
Now this was more like it. This wasn’t dire consequences and end-of-the-world gloom. This was fun.
Her heart pounded in a steadily increasing rhythm as her sex moistened and clenched. She swallowed and let her lips part to draw in much-needed air. His gaze dropped to her lips and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. There just wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
“Take your clothes off for me, Tessa. Start at the top and work your way down.”
Her stomach clenched with desire at the heat in his voice. She had her hands on the first button of her sleeveless white cotton top before she realized she’d reached for it.
No, she needed to slow down. They had hours before daybreak, when they would need to be back at Salvatorus’s house. And this time she was determined to make the man sweat.
Without releasing his gaze, she slowly worked each button through its hole. They gave up without a fight, but she made sure the shirt didn’t gap open and reveal too much before she was ready.
She wanted him to beg for her mercy.
When her fingers reached the last button, Cal finally let his gaze slip south. She swore she felt his gaze like a physical caress against her skin, trailing heat wherever it touched.
The shirt had only parted a few inches but she was naked beneath it, and she knew he could see the hint of curved flesh in that gap. Brushing her fingertips along her plump curves, she watched his eyes narrow and his cheeks flush to a ruddy hue.
With deliberate motions, she allowed her fingers to slip beneath the shirt to find the pebbled tip of her breast. She sucked in a breath at the shiver of sensation that coursed through her at the touch, the tug that tightened and moistened her sex.
Her eyelids fluttered, wanting to close as her fingertips rimmed her areola, sending shivers of electricity through her to her clit. Stroking down, she cupped the mounds and marveled at the softness of her skin on the underside of her breasts and at the way Cal watched her every move through slitted eyes.
She swore she should be able to see steam rising between them. The air itself felt heavy and hot as she drew it into her lungs, having to work harder for each breath. With one final stroke to the underside of her breast, her fingers started down, brushing against the skin of her stomach, zings of electricity piercing straight to her clit.
Her pussy heated and moistened, her sheath contracting, begging for him to fill it. She imagined the sense of fullness, the ecstasy of his possession, and her muscles clenched in anticipation.
Her lips parted to draw in air and she watched him do the
Was that curiosity she saw flash in his eyes? She’d bet her last ounce of power that the man had never been anything but the dominant one in bed.
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Got a secret fetish, Lady?”
Did she? “Can’t say that I do. Although I must say I enjoyed having you tie me up.”
“Then maybe you should conjure up those ropes.”
Oh, the man simply took her breath away when he decided to turn on the dominant charm. And she did mean dominant.
Even though he stood across the altar from her, he still loomed over her. She wasn’t tall and leggy like Turan. She was petite and curved, and she’d never had any complaints from her lovers. Not that they would dare criticize her to her face, but most of her bed partners had seemed genuinely happy to bed her. In fact, they’d been so genuinely happy that most of them would have bent over backwards to please her.
Which had gotten old more than five centuries ago.
“What are you thinking, Tessa?”
Cal’s soft query refocused her attention on him. Those beautiful gray eyes had a laser focus on hers.
“I’m thinking you should be naked.”
“Maybe I’m thinking the same thing.”
Now this was more like it. This wasn’t dire consequences and end-of-the-world gloom. This was fun.
Her heart pounded in a steadily increasing rhythm as her sex moistened and clenched. She swallowed and let her lips part to draw in much-needed air. His gaze dropped to her lips and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. There just wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
“Take your clothes off for me, Tessa. Start at the top and work your way down.”
Her stomach clenched with desire at the heat in his voice. She had her hands on the first button of her sleeveless white cotton top before she realized she’d reached for it.
No, she needed to slow down. They had hours before daybreak, when they would need to be back at Salvatorus’s house. And this time she was determined to make the man sweat.
Without releasing his gaze, she slowly worked each button through its hole. They gave up without a fight, but she made sure the shirt didn’t gap open and reveal too much before she was ready.
She wanted him to beg for her mercy.
When her fingers reached the last button, Cal finally let his gaze slip south. She swore she felt his gaze like a physical caress against her skin, trailing heat wherever it touched.
The shirt had only parted a few inches but she was naked beneath it, and she knew he could see the hint of curved flesh in that gap. Brushing her fingertips along her plump curves, she watched his eyes narrow and his cheeks flush to a ruddy hue.
With deliberate motions, she allowed her fingers to slip beneath the shirt to find the pebbled tip of her breast. She sucked in a breath at the shiver of sensation that coursed through her at the touch, the tug that tightened and moistened her sex.
Her eyelids fluttered, wanting to close as her fingertips rimmed her areola, sending shivers of electricity through her to her clit. Stroking down, she cupped the mounds and marveled at the softness of her skin on the underside of her breasts and at the way Cal watched her every move through slitted eyes.
She swore she should be able to see steam rising between them. The air itself felt heavy and hot as she drew it into her lungs, having to work harder for each breath. With one final stroke to the underside of her breast, her fingers started down, brushing against the skin of her stomach, zings of electricity piercing straight to her clit.
Her pussy heated and moistened, her sheath contracting, begging for him to fill it. She imagined the sense of fullness, the ecstasy of his possession, and her muscles clenched in anticipation.
Her lips parted to draw in air and she watched him do the
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