Page 9 of Rotanev
No future for us.
Only the now.
But I would revel in the beauty of owning her body and soul, the memory one I knew would entertain me for centuries to come.
The day I finally won in this dangerous dance between us, for she was the only siren I’d ever desired. I still did, a fact that grated my nerves, but I’d just have to fuck it out of my system for good.
“Now,” I commanded when she didn’t immediately move.
She scurried upward, balancing on her hands and knees, her dark hair a curtain around her face. That wouldn’t do at all. I wanted to see her eyes when I took her.
Standing, I removed my shirt, thankful to be rid of the claustrophobic fabric. My shoes, socks, and pants were next. No undergarments. Why humans fancied them, I’d never understand.
Crawling back up onto the bed, I positioned myself behind her and traced the curve of her spine with my index finger.
“Do you regret it, Kailiani?” I wondered. “What you’ve done?”
She shivered beneath my touch, her thighs visibly flexing. “N-no,” she whispered.
“Mmm,” I murmured, not surprised at all by her response. “I didn’t think so.” Which made this all the easier to do. I gathered her lush hair into my fist, fastening a makeshift harness.
She yelped as I tugged her head back, exposing her neck.
I leaned down to nip her thundering pulse. “You may change your mind, little siren.”
Her responding whimper made me smile.
“Are you still wet for me?” I asked, reaching around to cup her breast—a perfect fit for my palm.
Because she was made for me.
That thought stoked the anger simmering through my veins, tightening my grip on her silky strands.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Very wet.”
Her words surprised me. My palm glided away from her chest to her abdomen and lower.
And shit, she was right.
“You’re soaked,” I marveled, gliding a finger through her core and sliding it inside her. She clenched around me, her needy little sex practically begging me to fuck her. “You want this.”
“I do,” she admitted, her voice a throaty purr that lit my blood on fire.
Impossible.
But the evidence of the truth saturated my finger.
Whatever it was that had her aroused, I didn’t care. I wanted her with a ferocity I couldn’t deny. It was as if her deception had heightened my desire for her. A weakness I needed to kill. Soon. However, not yet.
Tonight, I would indulge it.
I would indulge her.
“This won’t be slow or painless,” I warned her. Why I bothered was beyond me. Maybe because I yearned for her to fear me. Except all she did was tremble and press her ass up higher as if inviting me to enter her.
Topping from the bottom.
I’d allow it.
