“Nay.” He had barely a thought left in his head, but this was something he couldn’t do. No matter how much he wanted her.
“As I feared.” But she didn’t look disappointed. “Tell me, Cadan, is it true what I read in the library? That your kind are impervious to illness? And you don’t carry it?” She drifted a hand down her stomach and slipped it into her panties. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as he answered.
“Aye.” He didn’t care why she asked. He just had to keep his eyes on her hand slowly stroking herself. She was moving her hand more quickly now, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He wanted to see her come, to see pleasure wash over her. Already her pale skin was pinkening, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild.
“Good, I’m clean too. And I’m on birth control. So I suppose that I don’t need these.” She slipped her hand out of her panties and snapped her thumb in the waistband. His brain fought a battle.
Please, take them off.
No, doona, I canna take it.
Chapter 23
Diana crawled off Cadan and stood beside the bed in nothing but her panties. God, she felt powerful. This, without a doubt, was the best thing she’d ever done. From the moment he’d awakened and seen her, the desire and want in his eyes made her feel like a goddess. All her nerves, her fear, had disappeared. She could do anything, as long as he looked at her like that.
It had helped to suppress the fear that he might be the man from her dreams. Though it lingered under the surface, she couldn’t help but continue. She wanted answers. She wanted him. The fear only added an edge.
He lay sprawled on the bed now, arms and legs splayed and fixed to the bedposts. Every muscle was taut as he strained at the bonds, desperate to get to her. He was magnificent. All tense muscle and hot male.
Her gaze fell on his shaft again. She couldn’t stop looking at it. It was beautiful, more so than she’d ever imagined. It thrust upward from his rippled abdomen, veined, with a red crown topped by a shining pearl of fluid.
Diana looked back at his face and smiled, then turned around. She looked over her shoulder as she inched her panties down, teasing him. His gaze followed their movement, and when they’d finally reached her ankles, she straightened and turned to face him.
“Beautiful.”
She could barely hear him, but saw his mouth form the word. She felt a smile stretch across her face and climbed back on top of him.
Diana aligned her body with his once more, with her face directly over his and her knees on either side of his hips. She held his eyes as she positioned his shaft so that it rested against her sex. She gasped at the feel of him, hot and hard against her.
Cadan was staring at her with the strangest expression of tenderness and something she couldn’t recognize. Was this more than just sex to him? Was it more to her?
There was no time to think about that now, so she shook the thought off. “What about now, Cadan? Who was I?”
He shook his head and tried to pull his right arm out of the bindings. “Release me, Diana.”
Excited fear rippled down her spine. Even though she knew he’d throw her to the bed and be inside her within moments, she wanted to release him.
“Would you be gentle with me?”
“Aye, lassie. At first. Then you’d beg me no’ to be. I’ll fuck you until you scream my name.”
A moan escaped her throat before she could cut it off. If she didn’t stay in control, she’d never get the answers she wanted. She had to retake the reins, so she gripped the thin silver chain that he wore around his neck. She’d never noticed it before because he wore it inside his shirt, but it worked well for her purposes.
“Tell me,” she whispered as she tugged on the chain.
He moaned, but didn’t answer, so she began to slowly work her hips up and down so that his shaft slid along her *. She’d have to be careful that he didn’t come, but it was so hard to still her motions. While trying to make him desperate enough to reveal her identity, she was doing the same to herself. Diana leaned down to Cadan’s ear and gently bit the lobe.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered. His hips jerked uncontrollably upward at the words and she smiled. “I want to feel you moving inside me, first slow and gentle, so that I feel every inch of you, and then hard and fast. I want to come around your shaft, to feel you every time my muscles tighten.”
She’d never imagined such words would flow so easily from her mouth, but he made it easy. The sounds he made, hot and desperate, made power streak through her veins.
Soon they were both sweating, slick and hot as she writhed on top of him. The feel of his shaft between the lips of her sex had her on the verge of orgasm. She wanted so badly to come with him between her legs, wanted to feel his orgasm splash upon her.