He moaned deep in his throat.
Hell, he was on the point of explosion from the mere taste of her sweetness. “Honeysuckle.”
“Tiege…” Her words trailed away as he suckled her, her heady power surging through him.
Her hands lifted to tangle in his hair, her back arching in blatant invitation.
“Yes?” he prompted, kissing a path up her throat.
“I…” She shivered as he traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. “Crap. I don’t remember what I was going to say.”
He chuckled against her silken skin, his hand skimming down her flat stomach to unzip the jeans. Then, with an expertise that came from centuries of experience, he had the soft material pulled down the length of her legs and tossed aside.
“That’s okay,” he husked, his gaze locked on the tiny bit of lace that was all that covered her slender body. He grasped the tiny thong and gave it a sharp tug, ripping the delicate fabric to expose the tender feminine flesh beneath. His heart thundered. “I’d rather communicate without words.”
Dismissing the taunting voice in the back of his mind that warned he wasn’t nearly as in control of this encounter as he was pretending, Tiege claimed her mouth in a kiss that demanded utter surrender.
She abruptly stiffened, floundering beneath his raw hunger. No big surprise, he silently chastised himself. He’d already sensed her innocence.
She might not be a virgin, but he’d swear she knew nothing of pleasure.
With fierce concentration he gentled his touch, his hand brushing down her naked thigh while his mouth teased at her lips until they slowly parted. Murmuring soft encouragement, he dipped his tongue into the moist heat of her mouth.
She stiffened again and he swallowed a hiss of frustration. Dammit. Why was she fighting her own response?
Did she really intend to punish them both by denying the temptation of his touch?
Then, just when he was about to pull away, she gave a tiny sigh of pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Pure male satisfaction jolted through him at her unspoken capitulation.
I wasn’t deceiving myself. She wants me.
Continuing to caress the soft skin of her inner thigh, Tiege nipped at her full lower lip before trailing a path of kisses down her throat. Heat blazed between them, the carnal energy transforming into power as it sizzled through his body.
She was so fucking potent.
Like drinking the finest champagne after a lifetime of cheap booze.
Her fingers clutched at his hair, her body shuddering with an unspoken plea.
His cock twitched in anticipation. Hell and damnation. He was ready and willing to give her what she needed. But there was no way he was rushing through this.
He wanted to savor every touch. Every kiss. Every soft sigh.
This female might have chosen to become a Blade, but she was a natural concubine.
And for tonight she was his.
Skating his mouth downward, Tiege captured the tip of her hardened nipple between his teeth, relishing the sound of her soft pants that filled the air. Had he ever heard sweeter music?
“Master,” she rasped. “Tiege.”
“Shh,” he whispered, subtly feathering his fingers up her inner thigh, heading for his prize. “We can return to our battle later. For now, just enjoy.”
She shivered, her hands running an impatient path down his back.
“As long as you remember this is just…” Her breath caught as his finger dipped through the moist cleft between her legs. “Oh.”
He laughed softly, circling the hard tip of her nipple with his tongue.
“Your first lesson as a Thrall is to accept that your male always knows best.”
She muttered something beneath her breath about arrogant Incubi and the pleasure of chopping off his manly parts, but she didn’t try to suppress her cry of pleasure as his finger slid into the welcome heat of her body.
Tiege lifted his head to watch her pretty face flush with a sensual anticipation, lashes lowering and her lips parting as he stroked his finger in a slow, tantalizing tempo.
Had he ever seen anything more beautiful?
It didn’t matter that he’d enjoyed females trained to bring him maximum pleasure. Or that she had no knowledge of how to feed his hunger. In this moment, he was utterly and completely ensnared by her tentative caresses.
Refusing to contemplate the dangerous realization, Tiege instead reclaimed her lips in a kiss of fierce demand. A burst of triumph raced through him as she willingly met the thrust of his tongue with her own, her nails sinking into his lower back as she squirmed beneath the spiraling tension.