“I see it every time you look at me, kitty cat.” A kiss pressed to the hollow of his throat. He shuddered under the caress. “But I’m working on the DNA. Give me a little more time. Tonight, let’s play.” A husky whisper that spoke of sex and hotter, richer things.
He slid his hands under the tails of the shirt she’d pulled on to cup the smooth warmth of her buttocks. “What about—?”
“Keenan sleeps like a log, and I’ll know the instant he wakes.” She nibbled at his lips. “Don’t you want me?”
He knew when he was being handled. He decided he liked it when it came from his beautiful mate. “You’re definitely a fast learner, Ms. Aleine.” Grinning, he tugged her away from the cabin and into the dark blanket of the trees. “Now, where was I?”
She shivered as he cupped her bottom again before trailing his fingers down to stroke over her cleft. “That’s . . . nice.”
“Nice?” He rubbed lightly, gratified to hear her moan. “I think you need an education in how to talk to me in bed.”
“Oh?” She was standing on tiptoe now, trying to escape his fingers but rubbing back against him at the same time.
“Hmm.” He nipped at the line of her neck, taking his time teasing the dampness of her. “Lesson one—use words like ‘magnificent, ’ ‘amazing,’ ‘mind-blowing.’ ”
She pretended to bite the line of his jaw. Almost purring, he slipped a finger into her. “Be good.”
“Make me,” she gasped as he pushed one hand up under the front of her shirt to cup the heavy weight of her breast. Ashaya was shaped like a woman should be, he thought, all curves and softness. As far as he was concerned, she was his own personal sensual banquet. And right now, she was hot and wet around him. He moved his finger with slow precision, coaxing her to ride him.
Her muscles clenched as he stroked a second finger into her liquid heat. He grazed her ear with his teeth. “Now would be a good time to use ‘mind-blowing.’ ”
She was melting around him but she didn’t surrender. “You have a high opinion of yourself.”
He brushed his thumb over her nipple. “The truth’s the truth, beautiful. Let me teach you all about it.”
Ashaya had seen flashes of Dorian’s charm during the course of their unusual courtship, but that night, out in the soft dark of the forest, she found out exactly how indulgent he could be with a woman he considered his. There was husky male laughter as he teased her, lashings of the most incredible pleasure, and tenderness, such exquisite tenderness.
When he withdrew his fingers from inside her, she whimpered. It got her a kiss. Then he opened her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders and to the forest floor. “Mmm.” A sound of complete satisfaction as she stood bathed in moonlight.
He licked the curve of her collarbone, making her shiver.
“Did I tell you I want to see you naked in the sun?” His hands squeezed her buttocks. “All smooth and pretty and mine.” Those strong hands stroking up over her back, then sliding down again. “Definitely mine.” Another bite along her neck, this one with a teasing flick of tongue.
Her breath was already coming in gasps, but she somehow managed to speak. “You seem to have a strange fascination with seeing me naked in daylight.”
“It’s my fantasy.” He shrugged, unrepentant. Then he dipped his head and bit her nipple.
She jerked, her hands clenching in his hair. “Stop that.”
“Why? You like it.” He did the same to her neglected breast.
Her heart felt as if it would thud out of her chest. “Dorian, I don’t have your control.”
“Baby, as I recall, I came with a single touch,” he said, between nibbling kisses. “It’s your turn.” Making a sound incredibly akin to a purr, he bent his head to suck at the pulse in her neck, even as he thrust two fingers deep inside her. Once. Twice.
And that was all it took.
She shattered.
The pleasure was incredible, but what was even more so was that she felt him with her all the way. And when she opened her eyes, it was to the openly pleased curve of his lips, his arms holding her tight. “Magnificent,” she whispered, teasing him because she’d learned he liked it. So did she. “But I would rather have you inside me.”
Feline delight in those blue depths, the dark edge of sorrow and rage pleasured away. Ashaya was no expert at passion, but if that was what it took to keep Dorian from the edge, she’d play with him night and day. Because he was hers to care for, as much as she was his. “Please, Dorian.” She smiled. “Come inside me.”
He chuckled. “I like the way you say please. I think I want to hear it again.”
“Please, Mr. Christensen.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hooked one leg over his waist. “Pretty please.”
He scowled. “It’s not begging if you smile.”
She leaned in until her lips brushed his. “You make me want to crawl all over you.”
Hostage to Pleasure
Nalini Singh's books
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- Victoria's Demon Lover
- Torn(Demon Kissed Series)
- Satan's Stone
- To Love A Witch
- Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye
- Traitor's Son: The Raven Duet Book #2
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- Stolen Magic
- A Fright to the Death
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- SLAVE TO SENSATION
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- Pleasure Unbound