Temperance the temptress.
And all fucking mine.
13
Temperance
When his gaze meets mine again, I swallow. “I want to know how you taste when you come down my throat.”
It’s like unleashing a beast.
“Fuck me,” he says on a groan before attacking my mouth.
There’s no hesitation, only dominance. His lips crash against mine as his tongue demands entrance, and he swallows my moans and mumbled words—most likely begging. He doesn’t stop until my body feels like it’s on fire, and the only way to put it out is to climb him and slide down on his cock until I’m stretched so full that there’s no more him and me, only us.
My hips buck against him as my right leg rises of its own volition, wrapping around his hip, trying to force his cock against my pussy.
“I need you. Now.”
He tears his lips away and lifts my chin to force my gaze up to his. “Changing your mind so quick? I thought you wanted this—” His hips flex against me, and his shaft is rock hard. “Down your throat.”
“But—”
“Anyone can throw out bold words, princess. But can you back them up?”
I nod.
His blue gaze burns hotter. “Good. Because you don’t get my cock until you swallow every drop of my cum and suck me until I’m hard again.”
I inhale sharply, his words just as powerful as his dominating kiss.
If he thinks I’m going to back down and shy away from his dark desires, he doesn’t know me that well. He doesn’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this—a man strong enough to take control and bend me to his will, but masterful enough to make me love every second of my submission.
An alpha female only bows to a man strong enough to be worthy of her.
“Make me.” I form each word with purpose. With hope. It may be perverse, but I want him to push me.
His expression blazes with approval, his pupils dilating.He loves this.And so do I.
His hands lock around my wrists and he leads me back toward the built-in bench. A single towel hangs on the bar above it. He reaches behind him to snag it before dropping it on the floor.
“On your knees, temptress.”
He releases my wrists and I glance down at the towel, which is quickly turning damp in the thick steam. I’m shocked by his thoughtfulness. So shocked, I almost do it. But I pause, reaching down to fold the towel in a neat cushion before looking him in the eye again.
“How bad do you want me on my knees, Kane?”
His eyes flash with intensity. He understands what I need.
Kane reaches out and grips my shoulders with his huge hands. “Bad enough to put you there myself.”
He increases the pressure, and I resist for only a moment before I bend. His grip tightens just before he releases me.
“Men would kill to have you on your knees before them if they had any idea how fucking incredibly beautiful you look there.” He grips the base of his cock with a rough tug, but his other hand finds my chin, forcing my gaze upward. “I can feel your power rolling off you in waves. Even though you’re on your knees, you still know you’re in control.”
His astute observation shocks me—because he’s right.
I open my mouth to reply, but his thumb slides over my bottom lip and pushes inside.