The pull towards Draven is so intense that I can barely breathe.
Gasping, I break the kiss to drag in a few desperate breaths. My chest is heaving.
“Is it always this… intense?” I gasp out, gazing up at him.
He smiles, his arm still around me and his eyes burning with just as much fire as mine. “Yes. Like I said, once the mate bond snapped into place for me during the Atonement Trials, keeping my hands off you has been the hardest fucking thing I have ever had to do in my entire life.”
I grin back up at him. “Well, luckily, you no longer have to.”
Reaching down, I start undoing the fastenings on my fighting leathers. Lust flares up in Draven’s eyes, burning even brighter, and he immediately starts stripping off his own armor.
Our final garments have barely hit the ground before I flash Draven a smirk full of challenge.
“Now, how about you make good on that promise you made?” I say.
He advances on me while he rakes his gaze over my naked body. “And what promise would that be, little rebel?”
Grinning, I jerk my chin towards the desk by the wall. “I see a perfectly good table right there.”
His eyes glint.
Anticipation ripples down my spine as he backs me towards it. He slides his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyes drinking me in. The sight of it makes my clit throb.
Holding his gaze, I purposely slide my hand up my thigh. “You’d better hurry up and bend me over that table before I take matters into my own hands.”
A sly smile curls his lips, and dark storm clouds ripple around his powerful body. “Was that a threat?”
I grin back. “Did it sound like a suggestion?”
My stomach lurches as a storm wind suddenly whirls into me from the side, making me spin around so that my back is to Draven and I’m facing the table instead. Before I can even get my bearings again, Draven wraps a hand around my throat from behind. With a firm grip, he moves me until my back is pressed against his muscular chest. His naked skin is warm against mine.
“So bossy,” he murmurs in my ear.
Pleasure curls around my spine as his breath caresses the shell of my ear with every word, and his commanding hand around my throat makes my clit ache with need.
He slides his other hand over my hip. “But you know that I like hearing you beg first.”
A shudder of pleasure rolls down my spine at his possessive touch. His hand slips lower, dipping down between my thighs.
“Widen your stance,” he commands, his voice low and dark.
I bite my lip, suppressing a moan, and then carefully spread my legs wider. He lets out a hum of approval. It vibrates against my ear, making my spine tingle.
A jolt shoots through me as he brushes his fingers over my already throbbing clit. He lets out a low chuckle and then kisses that sensitive spot behind my ear while he rubs his thumb over my clit. I drag in a shuddering breath. Pleasure pulses throughme as Draven starts teasing my clit with expert precision, and a moan escapes my lips.
Throwing my head back, I rest it against his firm shoulder while tension starts building inside me. Draven keeps his hand around my throat, holding me firmly in place as he continues drawing moans from my mouth. A whimper spills from my lips as the tension inside me reaches unbearable levels.
But Draven only continues stroking my clit with those excruciating moves that are fast enough to push me towards the edge but slow enough to not let me fall over it.
Raising my head again, I reach down and grab his wrist, trying to force his fingers to move just a little faster.
Draven tuts. “So greedy.”
Since I can’t make his fingers do what I want, I adjust my stance and try to rub my thighs together instead.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Draven murmurs, a smirk in his voice.
With his hand still firmly around my throat, he moves it upwards, forcing me up on my toes. My free hand shoots up and wraps around his wrist. But he just keeps his commanding hand where it is while his other one continues to tease my clit. And now, balancing on my toes, I can’t do anything other than to stand there and take whatever sweet torture he gives me.