Page 199 of A Dagger of Ice and Intrigue
His hold on my wrists tightened. I wanted to purr at the pressure.
“I’ve dreamt of you in my bed.” He licked one long column up my neck, setting my skin on fire. He hadn’t even undressed me and I was already aching for him. “Pulling your hair, as I drove into you so fast, you'd have to hold onto the bedpost for dear life. And all you'd be able to do was keep begging me not to stop.”
A wave of raw lust raced through my veins. Fuck,yes.
Ryker let go of my wrist and trailed his palm up my thigh, lifting my slip achingly slow as his eyes never left mine. He was such a tease.
“Your turn,” he murmured as his palm slid up my waist, heading straight for my ribs.
He wanted me to speak? With words and sentences that made sense?
“Come on, Huntress. Open that mouth of yours and tell me.” He fisted the silk in his palm right underneath my breasts. My chest rose silently encouraging him to undress me whole. But he halted any and all movement, a fiendish smirk playing on his lips. “Or I’ll stop and we’ll continue when you’re in a more talkative mood.”
I narrowed my eyes up at him.
So it was like that, was it?
He wanted payment and the cost was my honesty.
“You’re despicable,” I hissed. Once the building pressure inside of me eased, I was going to make him pay for teasing me like this.
That only made his grin grow. “You like it.”
I fucking loved it. “Very well.”
Two could play this game.
I licked my lips slowly, making sure his eyes snapped to my mouth.
“Back when we negotiated the contract,” I murmured, arching my back.
Ryker groaned appreciatively, mouth latching onto my neck and doing wicked, wicked things with his tongue that melted my inhibitions away. “Yes?”
Come on, Vegheara.
If you can think it, you can say it.
“I imagined we’d get so riled up that you’d shove each one of those precious papers to the ground and take me right there on the table.”
Ryker groaned, the sound melting with the silk ripping in his fist as he tore the slip, exposing my body.
He wasted no time tasting my breasts, tongue circling my nipples as I arched my back shamelessly. My hips rose once more, trying to silently communicate what I was struggling to say.
I wanted him to fuck me as hard as I knew he could.
But Ryker gripped my hips and pressed me back down into the mattress.
I’d never imagined giving up control could feel this liberating.
My arms, always poised to strike or defend, relaxed against the mattress. My fingers twisted into the sheets, not straining for a weapon. My legs coiled around his hips, drawing him closer, not kicking him away.
No tension, no hesitation, only surrender, born out of lust and trust.
Ryker felt capable to be in control. So I could just…be. And indulge and enjoy.
It was a new, welcome feeling.
“Such a dirty mind,” he purred against my clavicle. “And that mouth of yours....”
