tugged at his hair, fingers clenching in time with the strongly pulsating caresses that squeezed up and down her vagina.
A low, throaty groan emanated from his mouth still locked against her sex, and she shivered at the sensual satisfaction she’d given him.
Then he withdrew his tongue and sat on his haunches between her legs, holding out his hand again, fully expecting her to acquiesce.
Again? Sweet fuck, will he ever be satisfied? Just the thought of this powerful demon’s insatiable appetite for her flattered her ego, suppressing the alarm jangling at her conscience. She forced herself to hesitate, invocating her proud core to resist, while ignoring the part of her that was dying to surrender and bask in the lush desire he’d created.
One dark brow arched; his eyes narrowed. Remembering where she was and with whom, she gulped down her fear and slowly lifted her hand to place her palm against his.
His fingers clasped hers hard and dragged her upward to her knees.
They faced each other, both breathing hard, his mouth gliding into a smile that made her quiver anew, this time with dread. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice overly loud in the stillness surrounding them.
“Your surrender would be a nice start.”
“I’ve done everything you wanted.”
Dark eyes flashed. “You’ve been playing at obedience.”
“My actions aren’t enough?”
His fingers slipped to her wrists, encircling them like steely cuffs, and her heart pounded harder against her chest. “You think you can toy with me, that I can be fooled into complacency.”
Gabriella bit back a groan that he’d read her so well. Had her expression given her away? She wasn’t accustomed to schooling her features or her mouth. “Can you read my mind, then?”
“I can read the defiance and pride in your eyes. You betray yourself in so many different ways.” Drawing both of her wrists together, he raised them above her head and reached for some silken cords dangling inside the curtains.
Knowing what he had in mind, she began to struggle, jerking hard against his hold, but to no avail. He quickly looped the silk around her wrists, binding her. Raised onto her knees, any tugging pulled on the silk, which constricted her wrists. “It hurts. Untie me.”
“You only hurt yourself. Cease your struggles.”
Faced toward the curtain now, she glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t like this.”
“Liar. Your skin is flushing.” He inhaled deeply. “Your scent ripens. You crave to be overwhelmed and mastered by a man.”
He knew! Mortification heightened the flush creeping across her cheeks. “You’ve got me all wrong.”
“I don’t think so. Otherwise it wouldn’t have been so easy to draw your hand to that mirror. My love, it only took one look.”
Gabriella turned from his self-satisfied expression, fighting the very thing he’d discerned about her. Her entire body was flooding with anticipation, melting from the inside at his commanding tone.
She felt the mattress dip behind her. Felt the heat radiating from his skin as he came between her bent legs and his chest snuggled close to her back. “There is no shame in surrendering,” he murmured against her hair.
Which was true in a way. The shame that had painted her whole life with dark, violent colors was deeper than the sexual need he’d discovered … and details she’d never shared with anyone since the day she’d made those responsible pay for her pain.
Her submission was just part of her nature, and a facet she’d learned to control by swallowing down her pride to engage in brief liaisons and rid herself of the edgy anxiety that filled her from time to time. With human partners, she could play at submission. Fill the well of her needs, then slip back into the mantle of her rank and kind without anyone knowing—no one who mattered or could use her weakness against her, that is.
Only with Alex had she ever seriously considered surrendering all.
No human
A low, throaty groan emanated from his mouth still locked against her sex, and she shivered at the sensual satisfaction she’d given him.
Then he withdrew his tongue and sat on his haunches between her legs, holding out his hand again, fully expecting her to acquiesce.
Again? Sweet fuck, will he ever be satisfied? Just the thought of this powerful demon’s insatiable appetite for her flattered her ego, suppressing the alarm jangling at her conscience. She forced herself to hesitate, invocating her proud core to resist, while ignoring the part of her that was dying to surrender and bask in the lush desire he’d created.
One dark brow arched; his eyes narrowed. Remembering where she was and with whom, she gulped down her fear and slowly lifted her hand to place her palm against his.
His fingers clasped hers hard and dragged her upward to her knees.
They faced each other, both breathing hard, his mouth gliding into a smile that made her quiver anew, this time with dread. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice overly loud in the stillness surrounding them.
“Your surrender would be a nice start.”
“I’ve done everything you wanted.”
Dark eyes flashed. “You’ve been playing at obedience.”
“My actions aren’t enough?”
His fingers slipped to her wrists, encircling them like steely cuffs, and her heart pounded harder against her chest. “You think you can toy with me, that I can be fooled into complacency.”
Gabriella bit back a groan that he’d read her so well. Had her expression given her away? She wasn’t accustomed to schooling her features or her mouth. “Can you read my mind, then?”
“I can read the defiance and pride in your eyes. You betray yourself in so many different ways.” Drawing both of her wrists together, he raised them above her head and reached for some silken cords dangling inside the curtains.
Knowing what he had in mind, she began to struggle, jerking hard against his hold, but to no avail. He quickly looped the silk around her wrists, binding her. Raised onto her knees, any tugging pulled on the silk, which constricted her wrists. “It hurts. Untie me.”
“You only hurt yourself. Cease your struggles.”
Faced toward the curtain now, she glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t like this.”
“Liar. Your skin is flushing.” He inhaled deeply. “Your scent ripens. You crave to be overwhelmed and mastered by a man.”
He knew! Mortification heightened the flush creeping across her cheeks. “You’ve got me all wrong.”
“I don’t think so. Otherwise it wouldn’t have been so easy to draw your hand to that mirror. My love, it only took one look.”
Gabriella turned from his self-satisfied expression, fighting the very thing he’d discerned about her. Her entire body was flooding with anticipation, melting from the inside at his commanding tone.
She felt the mattress dip behind her. Felt the heat radiating from his skin as he came between her bent legs and his chest snuggled close to her back. “There is no shame in surrendering,” he murmured against her hair.
Which was true in a way. The shame that had painted her whole life with dark, violent colors was deeper than the sexual need he’d discovered … and details she’d never shared with anyone since the day she’d made those responsible pay for her pain.
Her submission was just part of her nature, and a facet she’d learned to control by swallowing down her pride to engage in brief liaisons and rid herself of the edgy anxiety that filled her from time to time. With human partners, she could play at submission. Fill the well of her needs, then slip back into the mantle of her rank and kind without anyone knowing—no one who mattered or could use her weakness against her, that is.
Only with Alex had she ever seriously considered surrendering all.
No human
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