little.
“We’re talking about tonight.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts, her gaze fixed on the bed. “There’s an awful lot you can do without—entering my body.”
“The voice of experience?” She looked back at him, her expression carefully guarded. “How often did you allow your bodyguards to touch you? Have you ever used a toy when you pleasured yourself?”
“I thought we were going to sleep.”
“I asked if you were ready for bed. I didn’t say anything about sleeping.” He swept her off her feet and carried her toward the bed. “Which is it to be? Naked in my arms or huddled on the floor?”
“I’m trusting you to honor your word.”
The insistence in her tone sent an odd combination of anger and amusement surging through him. “Why are you so afraid of sex? I know you enjoyed the way I touched you in the crystal chamber.”
He placed her on her knees in the middle of the bed. “I’m not afraid of sex.” As if to illustrate her claim, she tugged off the tunic and scrunched it into a ball. “I resent being kidnapped and held hostage. You intend to use me like a broodmare and throw me away when I’ve delivered your son. Surely you can understand why I’m not anxious for those events to begin.” She threw the balled-up tunic at his face.
Batting the garment to the floor, he tugged off his boots and shed his own tunic, dropping it on top of hers. “I understand being held hostage far better than you might think. We are each prisoners to the past.”
“Then let’s escape together.” She licked her lips and crawled to the edge of the bed, her eyes narrowed with speculation. “If you help me…”
He unfastened his pants and pushed them past his hips, his gaze boring into hers. “I can’t help you, Echo. But you can help me. You can give me a son strong enough to end this tyranny.”
“There are other ways to fight oppression, more direct, faster ways.”
Never shifting his gaze from her flushed face, he braced his legs far apart and closed his fingers around his shaft. “Have you ever watched a man come? Did any of your bodyguards let you touch them?” Like metal drawn by a powerful magnet, her gaze lowered to his cock. Her eyes widened, then narrowed to passion-bright slits. “Touch me,” he whispered.
She extended her hand then snatched it back. “I won’t give in to you.”
“This isn’t giving in.” He caught her wrist and guided her hand to his erection. “We’re just playing.”
Her eyes closed as her fingers encircled his shaft. “You’re a wicked, wicked man.” Pressing his fingers over hers, he moved her hand up and down his length. Her eyelids fluttered, and he realized she was watching the slide of their hands from beneath her long lashes. Aroused as much by her curiosity as by the press of her fingers, he rocked his hips and reveled in her touch.
A bead of moisture formed at the tip. She kept up the firm, steady slide with one hand, while she gathered the drop with the index finger of her other. Taste it. Raise your finger to your mouth and know my taste . She looked up when her finger reached her lips, and he nearly lost control. He wasn’t sure if he’d sent a compulsion or simply encouraged her with his thoughts. It didn’t matter. She sucked on her finger, and his balls drew up tight, his shaft bucking against her grasp, and he groaned.
“Do it,” she urged in a throaty purr. “I want to watch you come.”
The sensual command was more than his over-stimulated senses could stand. He threw back his head and roared as his seed spurted out. Over and over he shuddered, jetting until his balls had nothing left to give.
Her fingers relaxed, and she touched her stomach, fascinated by the milky fluid.
“Rub it in,” he urged. “I want to fall sleep with my scent on your skin.”
“That’s disgusting.” Pushing him backward, she snatched his tunic off the floor and wiped up the mess they’d made.
He growled, feeling savage,
“We’re talking about tonight.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts, her gaze fixed on the bed. “There’s an awful lot you can do without—entering my body.”
“The voice of experience?” She looked back at him, her expression carefully guarded. “How often did you allow your bodyguards to touch you? Have you ever used a toy when you pleasured yourself?”
“I thought we were going to sleep.”
“I asked if you were ready for bed. I didn’t say anything about sleeping.” He swept her off her feet and carried her toward the bed. “Which is it to be? Naked in my arms or huddled on the floor?”
“I’m trusting you to honor your word.”
The insistence in her tone sent an odd combination of anger and amusement surging through him. “Why are you so afraid of sex? I know you enjoyed the way I touched you in the crystal chamber.”
He placed her on her knees in the middle of the bed. “I’m not afraid of sex.” As if to illustrate her claim, she tugged off the tunic and scrunched it into a ball. “I resent being kidnapped and held hostage. You intend to use me like a broodmare and throw me away when I’ve delivered your son. Surely you can understand why I’m not anxious for those events to begin.” She threw the balled-up tunic at his face.
Batting the garment to the floor, he tugged off his boots and shed his own tunic, dropping it on top of hers. “I understand being held hostage far better than you might think. We are each prisoners to the past.”
“Then let’s escape together.” She licked her lips and crawled to the edge of the bed, her eyes narrowed with speculation. “If you help me…”
He unfastened his pants and pushed them past his hips, his gaze boring into hers. “I can’t help you, Echo. But you can help me. You can give me a son strong enough to end this tyranny.”
“There are other ways to fight oppression, more direct, faster ways.”
Never shifting his gaze from her flushed face, he braced his legs far apart and closed his fingers around his shaft. “Have you ever watched a man come? Did any of your bodyguards let you touch them?” Like metal drawn by a powerful magnet, her gaze lowered to his cock. Her eyes widened, then narrowed to passion-bright slits. “Touch me,” he whispered.
She extended her hand then snatched it back. “I won’t give in to you.”
“This isn’t giving in.” He caught her wrist and guided her hand to his erection. “We’re just playing.”
Her eyes closed as her fingers encircled his shaft. “You’re a wicked, wicked man.” Pressing his fingers over hers, he moved her hand up and down his length. Her eyelids fluttered, and he realized she was watching the slide of their hands from beneath her long lashes. Aroused as much by her curiosity as by the press of her fingers, he rocked his hips and reveled in her touch.
A bead of moisture formed at the tip. She kept up the firm, steady slide with one hand, while she gathered the drop with the index finger of her other. Taste it. Raise your finger to your mouth and know my taste . She looked up when her finger reached her lips, and he nearly lost control. He wasn’t sure if he’d sent a compulsion or simply encouraged her with his thoughts. It didn’t matter. She sucked on her finger, and his balls drew up tight, his shaft bucking against her grasp, and he groaned.
“Do it,” she urged in a throaty purr. “I want to watch you come.”
The sensual command was more than his over-stimulated senses could stand. He threw back his head and roared as his seed spurted out. Over and over he shuddered, jetting until his balls had nothing left to give.
Her fingers relaxed, and she touched her stomach, fascinated by the milky fluid.
“Rub it in,” he urged. “I want to fall sleep with my scent on your skin.”
“That’s disgusting.” Pushing him backward, she snatched his tunic off the floor and wiped up the mess they’d made.
He growled, feeling savage,
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