“Do you remember me begging you to fuck me when you healed me?” she murmured into my neck. “Let’s see how you like it.”
My muscles coiled tightly, and all the blood had rushed from my head. “An incubus never begs, love.”
“Just pray to Lucifer that you beg well enough that I give you what you need.”
With that, she let go of my wrists and ripped the rest of the buttons off my shirt. Then she moved further down, stripping off my trousers. With the fingernail of her index finger, she traced my length from the tip to the base. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I throbbed at her touch.
I was at her mercy.
There was nowhere I’d rather be.
36
ROWAN
Already, I wanted him inside me. Like an animal in heat, my body had immediately responded to the way he’d pushed me down and yanked up my dress. To the way he’d dominated me and pinned me. What I really wanted was for him to take me hard right now.
But I was going to draw this out anyway. I wanted him to feel a little of the erotic torment he’d blessed me with so many times.
I kissed his neck, tasting the faintest hint of salt—from the sea, or the heat. With my thighs spread over his hips, I rocked against him and heard him catch his breath. He reached up, threading his fingers into my hair, gripping it hard and pulled me in for a kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine. This was it—the kiss he’d withheld from me. With this kiss, I claimed him as mine, and he claimed me as his. A kiss of such overpowering sexual pleasure, it could almost be enough to kiss all night…but not quite, because the rising ache between my thighs demanded more. More friction, more fullness between my legs.
I moaned into his mouth as he gripped my hair, holding me in place. One of his hands was on my hips, pinning me over his length. He nipped my lower lip, pulling away from me to look into my eyes. Desire hummed through every inch of my body.
His thumb stroked my cheek, then brushed my lower lip. “I loved you the first time I saw you, but I refused to let myself believe it. Not just because you looked like her, but because I never wanted to feel the maddening grief of loss again.”
My lips hovered above his, and I breathed in the perfect scent of Orion. “What made you change your mind?”
His unwavering gaze locked on me. “Because being without you was the same maddening grief of loss. I realized that in the weeks after I kicked you out. I need you. I wasn’t really free of the dungeon until you brought me out. You set me free. And I had to take the risk to see if you’d still accept me, all of me.”
“And I do.”
He pulled me in for another sensual kiss, and I felt my magic twining with his, vibrating over our bodies. My body was shaking with need for him. But I’d promised to draw this out, hadn’t I? Like he’d done with me so many times…
I moved down to his chin, brushing kisses over his jaw, down his throat. I felt each of his muscles tense as I moved down over his abs, then lower as he moaned my name like a prayer. I ran my hands over his glorious body, kissing, licking, nipping. His skin was a soft gold, his body gloriously muscled. A perfect warrior.
My mouth hovered over his shaft. His length stood tall and proud, an obelisk below his carved abs. I licked him once, twice. I kissed him, swirling my tongue.
His inhale was sharp and loud, fingers tightening in my hair. “Are you trying to make me snap?”
I pulled back, staring at him. “What were you saying about being an incubus?”
Orion was all done playing, and with a wild growl, he sat up, his hand cupped around the back of my neck. “I was saying that I need you naked now, succubus.”
I was straddling him, moving my hips against him. “But a succubus needs to be worshipped, love.”
“And worship you is exactly what I’m about to do.” He leaned in, his midnight voice heating my skin. “With my mouth, my hands, my cock.”
The king—my king—reached up and pulled my dress from my shoulders, exposing my breasts. Savoring the view, his gaze caressed me. “I know you want to be in control, love, but my instincts drive me to dominate you.”
My nipples were already painfully hard, and when Orion palmed them, his control seemed to fracture. My beautiful, delicately beaded dress was gone with it—ripped off, tossed onto the soil and rocks. A cool breeze slid over my naked skin.
But demons were creatures of the wild, and the dress was a thing of civilization. It had no place here between two Lilu. Our bed was the moss, and the king wanted me naked and spread out before him.