Page 105 of The Curse of Golden Blood
"Zydar," she whimpered. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please touch me. My lord."
"I am touching you."
"You know what I mean."
I did. But I wasn't ready to give her what she wanted yet. I wanted her to be desperate for release. Wanted her so far gone that she'd forgotten everything but the feel of my hands on her skin.
I kissed and nipped at her thighs, occasionally letting my breath ghost over her sweet spot but never quite touching. Her hips bucked, trying to force contact, but I held her down easily.
"Beg me properly," I commanded. "Tell me exactly what you want."
She moaned, her head falling back against the pillows. Her voice was a breathless whisper. "I want your mouth on me."
"More specific."
"I want—I want you to kiss me." She gasped, arching into my touch as I stroked a finger through her folds. "Right there.
"And?"
"My lord."
"Better." I finally, gave her what she wanted. My tongue dragged through her folds in one long, slow stroke.
The sound she made was inhuman. Raw and desperate and utterly perfect.
I took my time with her, alternating between long, languid licks and quick flicks of my tongue against her most sensitive spot. I could feel her getting closer, her thighs trembling on either side of my head, her breathing becoming ragged.
Just as she was about to tip over the edge, I pulled away.
"No!" The word came out as a sob. "Please, don't stop."
"Oh, little dove." I kissed her inner thigh, then bit down hard enough to leave a mark. "Did you think I was going to let you come that easily?"
Her eyes were wild, desperate. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please, my lord, I need—"
"You need what I give you. Nothing more." I ran my finger through her wetness, circling her entrance but not entering. "And right now, I'm giving you nothing."
She whimpered, tugging at the restraints. The silk held firm.
"Look at you." I sat back on my heels, admiring the sight of her spread out before me, flushed and wanting. "So desperate. So needy. You'd do anything right now, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." No hesitation. "Anything."
"Anything," I repeated, letting the word hang between us. "Such a dangerous promise, little dove."
I traced patterns on her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most. Her hips shifted, trying to guide my hand higher, but I pressed down on her hipbone, holding her still.
"You don't get to move unless I tell you to. Understand?"
She nodded frantically.
