She shushed him as she undid his pants and pulled him into her mouth.
His salty perfect skin tasted just as she’d remembered. He arched his back and tilted his head upward, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of her again. Rezin was the only man she’d do this for, the only man she’d done this with. She wasn’t on her knees long before he grabbed her arms and lifted her onto her feet. He whirled her around, faced her toward the door, and placed her palms open over head. He jammed his groin into her from behind and rhythmically rubbed against her while he used his other hand to massage her breasts.
“We’re going to take this nice and slow, sweetheart. I’ve waited too long for this to be quick,” he said through erratic breaths.
He licked his fingers and rubbed the wet tips against her nipples. They hardened as he caressed her closer and closer to climax. Then he lowered his hand down her belly and into her shorts, moving playfully over her most sensitive flesh on top of her panties. His groan of pleasure let her know that he’d felt how much she’d already soaked through.
“This is what you want, isn’t it.” He purred into her ear, his tongue slowly stroking the outer flesh.
“Oh god, Rezin, yes.”
He slipped his fingers inside of her, hitting her exactly where she needed it as he rocked his hips against her from behind. His jeans were still undone, letting her feel his hot, firm flesh as it pressed against her inner thigh. She shoved back into him, the thin cotton material of her pajama bottoms a useless barrier.
As if reading her thoughts, he removed his jeans before lowering her shorts, leaving only the delicate thong underwear beneath. He rubbed his length against the thong’s lace, his hot skin coaxing her toward oblivion. If she’d thought she was close to the edge before, she was wrong. She was hitting the pinnacle any second now.
“Rezin.”
Jovana called out his name like a desperate plea, and he responded. He turned her around and lifted her into his arms as he carried her over to the massive table. He lowered her gently as he kissed her neck, mouth, and breasts, never once stopping his seduction. He pulled his shirt over his head and slipped off her twisted camisole before pushing her gently back onto the smooth wood. She lay flat, at his mercy.
He’d always been a generous lover. He never took without giving in return, and he knew exactly what to do and when to do it. Seeing him completely naked and towering over her set off emotions she’d long ago buried. She tried to refocus on the burning sexual desire between them and not the look in his eyes.
When she went to remove her thong, he stilled her hands and let his gaze linger over her, much too long for her comfort. When she tried to touch him and bring his focus back to their bodies, he grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides, keeping his eyes on her. What radiated within them terrified her. It was more than desire. There was something there, an emotion she’d spent the last half of her life building a wall against.
She’d been foolish to think that she could just give her body to him and keep her heart far apart. She couldn’t do this. She had to stop herself now before she made a huge mistake. Jovan closed her eyes, locking him out. After a minute, he softened his grip on her wrists until he released them and stepped away from her. When she opened them again, her icy demeanor had returned, and his nostrils flared with fury. He grabbed his jeans and shirt off the floor and stormed out of the grand hall, his heavy footsteps echoing down the passage like the executioner’s drum.