I lift her leg, my hands trailing over her calf and up to her thigh. I drag her stocking down slowly, wanting to appreciate each exposed part of her soft skin. I do the same to the other leg, relishing in the way she shivers as I pull them the rest of the way off.
To my surprise, she directs two of her ribbons to come down and start pulling her panties off. “Impatient again?” I tease.
“Yes,” she says seriously before the ribbons toss them away, and words flee from my mind as I stare down at her.
She’s completely nude, everything revealed to me, body glistening in the light of the low burning fire.
“You’re fucking perfection,” I growl, unable to keep the roughness out of my voice. Not when her breasts look like they’re aching to be touched, her dusky nipples hard and wanting. Not with her spread out in front of me like a feast, looking better than every fantasy I’ve ever had of her.
I reach down to pluck up one of the loose feathers from the broken mattress and drag it between her breasts, making another shiver travel down her skin. “If I were an artist, I’d paint you just like this.”
She laughs, the sound like music to my ears, and I can’t help but swoop down to swallow it up. She moans into my mouth as my tongue dips in, at the same time that I slip my other hand between her thighs to find what’s waiting for me.
Heat.
Delicious, sinful, wet heat. Another groan escapes me, and I grow impossibly harder in my pants. Auren is going to bring me to my knees. But who would complain with a view like this?
“You’re already wet for me,” I say against her lips before I kiss my way down her throat. I want to take her. Hard, slow, fast, lying down, against a wall, I don’t fucking care. I just want to make her mine.
She lets out a noise low in her throat. “Slade, please.”
“Please, what?”
Her eyes flutter. “Are you going to make me say it?”
A grin takes over my face. “Yep.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
I shrug. “I want you writhing. I want your blissful moans in my ear. But I also want that pretty mouth to whisper the wicked words I want to hear.”
“You’re very demanding.”
“I warned you.”
She hums in consideration and then shocks the hell out of me by suddenly bringing one of her ribbons up to my pants. But she doesn’t just have it undo the button. No, she makes the damn thing as sharp as a razor and cuts the button clear off. Then my pants are being tugged off without hesitation, and my hard cock springs out.
I guess I’m not the only demanding one.
Auren’s breath seems to stick to her throat as she takes me in. She sits up to get a better look, and with a nibble to her lip, she reaches forward. Looking up at me through her lashes with adorable apprehension, she then closes her fingers around me.
“Fuck.” I drop my head back and let out a groan. Her touch is like being caught in the sweetest snare.
Her grip is light and experimental at first, but then she seems to gather her courage and starts to work my length, fist tightening.
“You’re so thick that my fingers almost can’t close all the way around you,” she says breathily, eyes locked on my dick. Any other time, I’d let her touch to her heart’s content, but not now. I’m too impatient, too hungry for her.
Without warning, I clamp around her wrist and then push her back on the slanted bed. An oomph escapes her as I pin her hands above her head.
Golden eyes look up at me in surprise. “Hey! I wasn’t done touching you.”
My lips lift at her sass. “You’re done.” I lean in and drag my mouth against her neck, wishing I was in my other form so my fangs could scrape against her sensitive skin. “Come on, Auren. I want to hear you tell me that you want my cock buried inside of you.”
Her aura flares with heat. It’s a challenge and we both know it. One last chance to back out. “Great Divine, that mouth of yours,” she chastises.
My lips spread into a wolfish grin. “You’ll like this mouth plenty when I lick your clit until you scream.”
Her eyes dilate, breath quickening. “I want to feel you.”
“Want to feel me what?” I coax, pressing my cock between her legs, making a shudder travel down her body as her own wetness coats my length. She tries to move her hand out of my hold, but I keep her still as I drag against her once more, her face the perfect picture of sexual frustration. “I’ll give you what you want as soon as you say it. Be specific.”