Page 223 of Golden Queen
"Io..."
"Take your clothes off, Sera." He roughly pulled open the button of his breeches. "Or I will tear them off you."
Of course, he had felt my desire. He knew it was what I wanted before the thought finished forming in my own mind.
"No." Some wicked part of me had always liked playing with this sharp-eyed, dangerous beast...a bit too much.
His answering snarl went through me as fiercely as though he had stroked a finger over my center. That familiar tight ache spun in my belly. I wanted him so badly I was already wet.
Leaving his breeches to hang low on his hips, he kicked off his boots and stalked across the room, stopping just in front of me.
I looked away.
"I said—" He reached one black fire-wreathed hand to my chin to force my eyes up to his. "Take your fucking clothes off." His fingertips were shockingly cold.
"I said no," I repeated, daring him with my eyes to make good on his threat.
With another growl low in his chest, he did. Gripping the front of my coat where the long line of buttons secured it, he wrenched the lapels apart. Buttons scattered across the floor as he did the same with my shirt beneath.
His eyes devoured the sight of my breasts beneath the material of my chemise, but half a heartbeat had it shredded along with the rest, and then the torn layers hung loose at my sides.
He reached behind me and tossed the furs aside from the bed before he pushed me roughly to the sheets. The silk was cool on my back as I watched him trail a finger down my chest and across my nipple. A thin stream of shadows trailed in its wake as he continued down and across my stomach.
When he reached my pants, something sharp grazed the skin just above my waistband. I looked down to find shadowy claws protruding from the tips of his fingers.
He let his other hand, tipped in the same sharp claws, join the first, and then he shredded the fine, spider silk breeches into so many pieces they littered the floor around us.
I was burning for him by then. My palms had gone warm with the beginnings of my own fire.
The worry that I might burst into flame and catch the bed on fire had me jerking them up and away from the sheets. I sat up to place them on his chest, letting the edge of my power bleed off into him.
"Good girl," he said, voice low and husky. "You're learning. But you can’t burn the bed, Sera. It’s spider silk.”
I looked down at the sheets, surprised and relieved. I should have known, though. A man who burned in his dreamswouldhave a fire-proof bed.
He brought my hand down to his cock where it lay straining against the fabric of his pants. I moaned a little, involuntarily, as he slid my fingers down his length and I felt how rigid he was. "Speaking of learning," he said, continuing to guide my hand over him. "You once said you wanted to know how to please me."
I looked up at him. Ihadsaid that—what felt like a lifetime ago. “I did…I do."
"Open that pretty mouth, and I'll show you," he said, sliding his thumb between my lips, coaxing them apart.
My mouth curved into a smile as I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked.
He groaned as he used his other hand to open his breeches.
And then he was sliding into my mouth. I closed my lips tight around him as I felt the ridges of his flesh, tasted the faint saltiness on my tongue.
His breath hissed out as he pushed himself in, all the way to the back of my throat. "Yes, Sera. Just like that."
He took my hand and clasped it around the length, wrapping his fingers around mine to show me what to do.
With one hand at the back of my head, he used his other to guide mine down his length following my mouth. I took him in and out, and then back in as deeply as I could.
Even as he hit the back of my throat and I nearly gagged, I pushed further. He made a deep rumble of pleasure in his chest as I worked. "Fuck, Sera," he groaned.
His pleasure—atmymercy—gave me such a cruel, intoxicating feeling of raw power. It had me reaching and pushing, trying to take him deeper, trying to feel him not just at the back of my throat, but in it.
I burned for him, feeling the wet, heat of my desire between my legs. I wanted all of him. I wanted to give him what he so often gave me. I moved faster, pushing further at the same time his hand on the back of my head coaxed me on, his fingers tangled in my hair.
