Page 198 of A Dagger of Ice and Intrigue
A gorgeous man above me, rock hard–veryhard–body pressed against me, completely in control.
Unhurried.
No jittery, unsure touches.
No fumbling around in the dark.
Ryker savored each moment, each of my breaths and eyelid flutters like he’d spent his entire life waiting to witness them.
That was the difference.
Waden’s stare used to take, hungrily racking over me for his own lust.
Ryker’s gaze gave, watching me like I was a miracle from the gods. Like he couldn’t look away, too mesmerized.
Nobody had looked at me like that. Not when I embraced them, saved them, or bled for them.
It was strange, the way his eyes roamed over my body, almost like a caress. As if he was deciding which part of me needed attention the most.
It calmed me down, how he took his time with me.
I’d only ever had sex with one other guy. I hadn’t exactly liked it.
Fumbling around in the dark with Waden had been…disappointing. Honestly, he’d wasted my time and all the wicked ideas this mind of mine could conjure, because he sure as shit wasn’t able to.
So, I worried.
What if Waden hadn’t been the problem? After all, he’d had no problem fucking that blonde like he actually knew what he was doing, while he’d refused to evenentertainthe idea of taking me from behind when I’d brought it up.
But Waden had never made me burn like Ryker did–and he’d only set me ablaze by kissing me.
“You’re gorgeous,” Ryker whispered against my neck as he gently nipped at it.
He caught my earlobe between his teeth, sucking and nibbling until I began to writhe underneath him.
“Tell me,” he went on, voice sinful and promising. “Do you like it?”
I nodded, the words caught in my throat along with the moans I tried to swallow.
He tsked and bit down harder on my earlobe. “I want to hear you.”
“Yes.” I gasped. “I like everything you do to me.”
“What else do you like?”
“I–” I still couldn’t bring myself to utter all the wickedness I buried inside of me for years. First Daughters couldn’t risk indulging in depravity. They had to be stoic beacons, keeping their passions hidden. “I have many ideas.”
Ones I’d never dared whisper. But, gods, he made me want to try them all. Imagining was no longer enough,
What Iactuallywanted to say is that Ineededhim to turn me around, tie my wrists so he could have his hands free to tug on my hair, and fuck me until I cried out binding desire.
“Hmm. I’d love to hear these ideas. I bet they’re amazing.” He groaned. “Or do you want me to start?”
“Yes, please.”
“Gods, I’m going to love hearing you beg. I think you’ll want to try all of my wicked ideas. Again and again and again–”
My hips flexed against his, trying to relieve the growing tension. “Tell me.Please.”
