Page 151 of Hell Fae Commander
I could sense his residual need for dominance lurking beneath this sentimental exterior, his intrinsic heat beckoning him to take what was rightfully his. But he tamed that craving with a thought, the man very much in control of his own feral nature.
The juxtaposition between his virility and his tenderness left me breathless.
It had me dropping my hands to my sides, my body seeming to operate of its own volition as I slid up onto my knees.
He watched me from beneath hooded eyes, his expression giving nothing away. But Ifelthis hunger. Hisneed.
However, he let me lead.
He didn’t reach out for me, didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t tell me to come closer, just observed me through those beautiful irises as I moved toward him.
His expression didn’t change as I grasped his shoulders and straddled his lap. He didn’t grab me. Just left one arm stretched out along the back of the couch, his other limb loose against his side.
I cupped his handsome face between my hands, my eyes searching his, my mind openly communicating my intent.
His acceptance came through our bond, his understanding of what I needed a kiss to my senses.
He refused to let anyone control or master him again. It was why he craved dominance, why needed to be in charge.
However, he granted me this one moment to do whatever I wanted to him.
This one searingkiss.
I pressed my lips to his, my thighs clenching around his hips as electricity hummed between us.
He reminded me of a wildfire, his touch hot and destructive, his trajectory and path unknown. Yet there was something so intensely beautiful about it. So alluring that I couldn’t stop myself from embracing his flames.
Each stroke of our lips seduced me closer, tempting me with its promising heat.
I won’t hurt you, those flames seemed to say.Caress me. Indulge in me. Let me brand your soul. I promise to overwhelm you. Tempt you.Pleaseyou.
My tongue slid into his mouth, my body giving in to the yearning as my arms wrapped around his neck.
He didn’t take charge. He let me lick him at my own pace, my lips memorizing his, my fingers teasing his thick hair, my breasts pushing against his hard chest.
It was a tender embrace.
One I maintained.
But like all wildfires, our embrace eventually burned out of my control. And Az stepped in to temper the flames, his tongue gentle against mine, guiding me into our kiss and deepening his touch upon my soul.
I no longer understood why we’d been waiting. Why I hadn’t indulged in this maelstrom brewing between us.
This fae was mine.
My Phoenix Fae.
My Az.
My mate.
His arm came around me, his touch resembling a blazing band enveloping my upper back as his opposite hand went to my hip.
Caging me.
Claiming me.
Captivating me.
