“You always require so much persuading,” he purred, snaking a hand beneath my low back to draw me closer to him.
He pressed kisses to the nape of my neck, his lips trailing down to the hollow of my throat as his fingers slid down my back to rest just beneath the band of my underwear.
I bowed into his touch, dragging my fingers through his riotous hair, tugging him closer.
His hand did not delve lower than my waistband, despite my arching my hips to give him better access. He drew back to kiss me again, his silken tongue darting out to tangle with mine. His lips were ravenous and demanding, and I met them with equal ferocity.
A slow, delicious heat kindled beneath my skin, my nerves firing at each point of contact where our bodies met, and still it was not enough.
I needed him closer. To emphasize the point, I pulled his lower lip between my teeth and bit down, hard.
In response, he growled and lifted my hips high enough to divest me of my jeans. He then hitched my legs up over his hips, wrapping them around his lower back.
My blood ignited at the closeness, at the intensity of the friction as his hips ground into my center, eliciting a gasp from my lips.
“You’ll be the death of me, I swear it,” he murmured against my throat.
“Can Daemons even die?” I teased, breathless.
“Of course we can.”
My only reply was a whimper as he ground his hips against mine once more, setting a delicious pace. With a push of my opposite leg, I flipped our positions so that I was seated astride him, gazing down into his eyes. They were not the warm amber they had been last night, but rather a dangerous, blazing obsidian.
“Fuck,” he swore as I ground down onto his pelvis. “Stop that.”
Heady with a sudden rush of power, I smirked down at him. “What, this?” I asked innocently, rolling my hips again.
He hissed again. “Fuck, if you don’t stop that?—”
“You’ll what?” I challenged. “Punish me?”
He groaned weakly.
Feeling emboldened, I dragged my hand over the hard length of him through his jeans, making his breath quicken.
“Gods—You really are the cruelest woman I’ve ever met.”
I laughed, leaning down to kiss him and sliding my tongue against his as I repeated the movement.
“Fuck, Arden, that’s—” A guttural groan emitted from low in his chest. “Cruel,” he murmured against my lips.
I grinned in triumph, surprising him by wrapping a hand tightly around his throat. “I warned you not to underestimate me.” I was no sheep. If anything, I was a snake, ready to strike at the first opportunity.
“Farrow—” he began, but I cut him off.
“You wouldn’t let me touch you last night,” I reminded him. “It’s my turn.”
Casimir’s entire body tensed, but his eyes were dark and his expression ravenous as he gazed up at me. I wasn’t even touching him properly, and already he was losing control. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his face; it was mesmerizing to watch him unravel. Feeling more powerful than I had in months, I—at last—unbuckled his belt and made room to slip my hand beneath the waistband of his underwear.
He swore as I ran my fingers over him, feeling his impressive length for the first time. A groan slipped past his lips as I laved my tongue over his throat, making him shudder. His breath was comingfaster now, his eyes fluttering closed. Heat seeped from every pore of his perfect body into mine, the scent of him filling me, making me dizzy. I stroked him harder, faster, relishing in the velvet feel of his skin, nipping at his ear with my teeth. His fingers gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, but I hardly noticed, I was so enraptured by the way my touch affected him. His cock pulsed beneath my fingers and I swallowed his groan as he came undone.
I withdrew my hand, my palm slick with his seed. He shucked off his shirt and handed it to me so I could clean myself.
I was surprised by my own boldness, at the pleasure I’d wrung from him, and yet I was not embarrassed as I drew back to survey his expression. He gazed up at me, his own chest still rising and falling rapidly, a lovely pink tinge spattered across his cheekbones.
He sat up with my legs still caged around him, crushing his lips against mine, running his hands over my thighs. By now, I suspected he was aware of my arousal, slick through the thin layer of fabric between us. Watching him come undone had been no less than earth-shattering, and my body had taken note.
He pulled back long enough to meet my gaze, his eyes sharp and alight with some strong emotion. I shuddered against his knuckles as they trailed the length of my spine.