Wrapping his hand in her hair, he tugged on the strands as he sat up, keeping her steady.
He forced her gaze on him, could see the naked hunger he felt reflected back in her eyes. “Do you want me to exhaust you?”
She let out a soft moan, but didn’t actually answer his question, merely nodded as though that would be enough for him. No, he wanted to hear it vocalized. He needed to hear her. He fucking thrived in the noises he forced out of her.
“No, you know what I want to hear. Don’t make me ask again,” he said, punctuating his words with a slap on her ass. Not hard enough to hurt, he’d never hurt her that way, but enough to make her nails dig into the skin of his chest. “You have about a second before I make the decision for you, Violet.”
She tried to hide it from him, turning her face away, but Kaz caught it before she did. He saw just the tiniest hint of a defiant smile, and that was all he needed.
Fine, if that’s how she wanted it.
He shifted their positions, flipping her onto her stomach, then bringing her up to her knees. A flush swept its way down her body before his hand followed the same descent. She might not have said the words, but her body did—the way she arched into his touch, the way her fingers clutched at his sheets, and how even as her face was pressed against the pillows, he could still hear the anticipation in each breath she took.
“You know,” he said conversationally, “we’re going to have to work on this. When I ask something, I want an answer. Simple. But if you want, I can teach you. Right here, right now.”
Maybe she was still playing at defiance.
Maybe she was overwhelmed by it all.
But either way, the game was starting.
He traced his fingers up her spine, feeling each groove before he reached the nape of her neck and her hair there. Wrapping the strands around his fist, he pulled, turning her face so that she was facing the windows, but he had a clear view of her face.
“What was my question, Violet?” he asked, letting his other hand rest on the curve of her backside. “And to give you a bit of incentive …” He lifted and brought his hand down fast, and hard, eliciting a cry from her that made his blood run hot. “Now answer me—me fucking you depends on it.”
Violet shuddered, her voice leaving her in a rush as she mumbled something unintelligible, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He spanked her again, this time aiming for the spot where the curve of her ass met her inner thigh.
“Try again, krasivaya.”
“E-Exhaust me,” she said on a broken whisper.
That was enough for now. “And how do you want me to do that? Because I could do this—” he reached between her thighs, sliding his fingers down her wet center before coming back up again, using two digits to rub at her clit. “But in your state, I could get you off in three minutes, and where would the fun be in that? I, at least, want to draw it out.”
He was playing a dangerous game, Kaz knew. It might have been her getting teased, but the wetter she got under his touch, and if his name fell from her lips in another breathy sigh, he didn’t know how much more he could take before his control snapped.
Even now he was struggling with himself to keep her right where she was, and not beneath him.
“Give me your words,” Kaz said suddenly, pushing two fingers inside of her and curling them up. God, it was fucking thrilling learning her body, finding the secret places that made her react violently, a keening sound scraping its way out of her throat. “Shit, Violet, I need them.”
“Fuck me, Kaz. P-Please, I need—”
He didn’t let her finish the plea before he was moving behind her, forcing her legs wider. Rational thought fled as he stroked his cock once, twice, then positioned the head at her entrance. He had fully intended on easing his way in, reveling in the feel of how tight she was, but he hadn’t made it an inch before he was thrusting harder than he meant to.
But the second he was balls-deep in her, he couldn’t fight himself any longer, not when he couldn’t get enough of the way she felt, or how she was pressing back into him asking for more.
Pulling out, he thrust back in almost immediately, starting a pace that had her crying out loudly. It was enough to pull at the jagged edges of his sanity.
One hand was still fisted in her hair, but he loosened his hold, drawing his hand around the curve of her shoulder and to her throat, feeling the muscles there working as she drew in a ragged breath. Pulling her up, he kept his hand there, tightening his grip just slightly to make a hitch in her breath.
He wouldn’t leave marks, not where anyone could see. There was nothing he wanted more than to see the evidence of their fucking, and see the lust they had fallen into. But he knew, even in his state, that wouldn’t go well for her.