“These too.” I tugged at his waistband. He laughed against my breast.
“Demanding creature.” But he stripped them off, and my body heated further at the feel of his skin against mine.
I attempted to twine my legs around him, desperate to finally feel him inside me. He cursed as I rubbed myself against the thick length of him, too needy to feel even a hint of shame at the act.
“I don’t think so. I need to get you ready.”
“I’ve been ready.”
He ignored that, kissing his way down my belly. And if I’d thought the sight of his head between my thighs was erotic before, this was…
This was…
His naked back, his skin so warm against mine, the way he perused the heat of me as if I was his and he was deciding just how he’d best use me.
I gasped. He slowly lifted his head.
“I haven’t touched you yet, Prisca.”
“I need you.”
“I know.”
I would have scowled at his smug tone, except I could see the way he touched me with such careful restraint. The way he closed his eyes as his fingers found my slick core and he pushed my desire higher. And higher.
“Lorian.”
“Gods, when you beg. It’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. Do it some more for me, and I’ll give you what you want.”
My cheeks blazed, but I met his gaze. He waited for me.
“There’s no shame between us,” he murmured. “Never. Now, tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
He smiled, flicking my clit with his finger. I clenched, and his smile widened. Then that same finger slid inside me. Gods, he made me want to beg.
“You want me here?”
“You know I do.”
“Then you’ll have me here. And you’ll know no other man can make you feel the way I do.”
He slowly kissed his way back up my body, until our lips met. I trembled as he positioned himself at my entrance, slowly thrusting inside me.
He got about halfway in, and I was suddenly too full. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Uh, Lorian.”
He just raised his head. Those green eyes were so dark, they were almost black, his pupils blown. “Take me, Prisca.”
His hand slipped down to stroke me, and I opened for him, writhing at the dual sensation.
“That’s it, wildcat,” he murmured. And then he removed his hand, slowly thrusting once more. His pelvic bone hit my clit with each thrust, and I wrapped my legs around him, already on the edge.
Oh gods, the feel of him. It was better than I’d imagined in even my most secret fantasies—and yet, not enough. I needed more.
“Harder,” I demanded.
“Made for me,” he purred. But he complied, thrusting so deep I saw stars. There was pain, simply because he was so big and it had been so long…but the pleasure…
I had no words for the pleasure. For the way my body was already tightening around him. For the way my every nerve seemed to cry out for more. For the way my breath caught in my throat, and every muscle in my body clenched, on the verge of something incredible.
“Come for me, wildcat.” Lorian leaned down to nip at my bottom lip. “And let me feel it.”
I had no choice. My body was already tensing, my breath catching. He cursed as I clamped down around him. My climax roared through me, so strong, the edges of my vision darkened until all I could see was Lorian and the possessive lust in his eyes as he watched me fall apart for him.
When I was limp, he continued to move, his eyes still filled with that feral lust. “We’re not done.”
He might not be, but I certainly was.
He gave me a slow smile. Obviously, he knew exactly what I was thinking, because he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my knees, thrusting into me once more. He felt even larger in this position, and I clenched around him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled in my ear.
He wrapped one of his hands around my throat. Not squeezing, just a dark threat. His other hand had slipped down until he thrust in time with that hand as it caressed my clit.
And just like that, I was on the edge again.
“Come for me,” he ordered.
And I did. I let out a moan so filthy, he laughed. But it was a strained laugh. And then he was slamming into me, ensuring my climax went on and on, until he held me close and shuddered, emptying himself inside me.
I was strangely content, lying here in my enemy’s castle, as Prisca watched me with those eyes that were hers once more. I’d found myself missing their strange color, but the calculation in them, at least, was always the same—whether disguised or not.