He kissed me deeply again, tasting me. As my tongue brushed against his, my mind swarmed with images of the glittering sea. I felt like I was floating above it, still flying.
When he pulled away, his midnight eyes slid down my body, over my aching breasts, and then landed on the little scrap of material between my thighs. Lifting me from the wall, he carried me over to his bed and laid me down on the soft pillows. I was liquid, aching for him.
I thought he was going to lean down and kiss me, but instead, he knelt over me. Demonic magic snaked in the air around him, and his eyes were endless darkness. “Take everything off. I want you to show yourself to me.”
My heart raced as my face flushed. I knew how stupid it was to come here with him in the first place, and yet, I needed him so badly that I wanted to do whatever he’d asked. I’d do anything for the pleasure he promised.
A seductive smile ghosted over his lips. “Take it all off. Now.”
I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. When I pulled it off, the ocean breeze rushed over my pebbled nipples.
A low, hungry growl rose from his chest. “Now take off the rest.”
I slid my fingertips into the side of my panties. He seemed entranced with my body, which weirdly made me excited by the power I had over him. Because Orion was a powerful, ancient demon, feared even by the king. And the way he was looking at my body, it was almost with a sense of worship.
Basking in the attention, I was moving very slowly as I started to pull my panties down one millimeter at a time. Part of me ached to rip them off and spread my legs for him, but I was enjoying this too much.
When my panties were finally low enough to show him everything, I watched every one of his muscles go tense, his fingers clutching the pillows. His dark, intense gaze on my body was a thrill I’d never experienced before, and I wanted him to see exactly how turned on I was. But I still kept my panties moving at a glacial pace down over my hips.
His breath had shallowed, and he moved forward, planting his hands on either side of my head. “Why are you going so slowly, Rowan?”
“No reason.” With a sly smile, I slid them down a little more around my thighs. “I just like the way you’re looking at me.”
He shifted back, then reached for my waist and lifted me. He turned me around until I was on my hands and knees, his body folded over mine. He covered my hands with his, and he whispered in my ear, “How about we go at my pace, love?”
When he’d first called me love, I’d hated it. But right now, it made me even wetter.
He moved away from me, but he stroked his hand slowly down my spine. As he touched me, my back arched, my ass rising to meet his touch. He kept tracing his hand down lower, over my ass, then between my thighs. An excruciatingly light touch, making me shiver. I wanted to force my hips back against him…
I gasped and raised my hips up even more. Shameless. I was throbbing with need for him. What I really wanted was for him to pull my panties aside, for him to fill me where I was wet. Aching for him, I let out a moan.
And that was when he pulled his hand away from me.
“Now,” he said in a low voice. “Take those the rest of the way off for me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Chapter 32
I wriggled out of them quickly, and I heard his sharp intake of breath, then a low snarl.
From behind, he leaned over me again, hands covering mine for a moment. Then one of his hands moved slowly down, tracing over my breast, my nipple, making me gasp. Lazily, he moved his hand down to my abdomen.
Oh, God, he hadn’t even touched me yet between my legs, and I was already insanely turned on. “Tell me,” he whispered in my ear, “that you want me to give you what you need.”
I turned my head, my mouth now only inches from his perfect lips. “I want you to give me what I need,” I whispered.
Then, finally, he moved his hand lower. All it took was one light touch between my thighs to make me moan.
And because he needed his ego stroked, he pulled his hand away again.
“Come on, Orion.” I’d never wanted anyone like this before.
“I just like hearing you ask,” he said, his voice husky.
Slowly, lightly, he moved his middle finger in a circle just where I needed him. I groaned again, and I found my legs spreading wider, my ass moving against his length. My body was tightly coiled with desire, my toes curling. I wanted more of him—I needed him to take off his pants and fill me. My hips moved of their own accord, my body begging for more pressure. I wanted his hands all over me, and I’d become nothing now but animal desire. “Orion, I need more,” I whispered.