Page 91 of Shackled to the World
Annora pushed at his chest, and he backed away, searching her face, as if checking to make sure he hadn’t pushed her too far, too fast. Without giving him a chance to ask questions, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled up on it, then scowled when she couldn’t reach high enough to remove it completely.
Being short fucking sucked. “Off.”
He smirked at her demand, but obeyed, tugging it over his head before tossing it aside without bothering to look where it landed with a splotch.
Narrowing her eyes at him, mostly to stop herself from licking the water off his chest, she lifted her chin and crossed her arms. “Pants, too.”
There was no smile this time when he glanced at her from under his brows, just straight lust. Without hesitation, he reached for his pants, freeing himself.
Dear gods above—the man didn’t wear underwear.
Steam curled around them, playing peek-a-boo with the goods. As if knowing he had her completely captivated, he quickly stripped and straightened, making no move to touch her while she looked her fill.
The man was built, not an inch of fat on him. She noted the silver marks of old scars but barely noticed them at all, too distracted by the delicious muscles on display. His thighs were huge, matching the expanse of his chest and strong arms. A light dusting of hair covered his chest, and it was all she could do not to close the distance between them and nuzzle against him.
When he moved, he didn’t touch her. Instead, he reached down and cupped himself, running his hand over his erection. Heat swamped her cheeks, spreading down her neck, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from watching him stroke himself.
Memories of the last time she watched him in the shower nearly made her groan. “No fair.”
The way his eyes darkened said he was remembering, too.
She licked her lips, aching to touch him.
Then he stopped, and her head snapped up. Before she could open her mouth to protest, he bowed his head to her. “I’m yours to command.”
Giving her complete and total control over him.
Lust weakened her knees, and she leaned back against the cold wall when her legs wobbled.
He did that once before when he was worried about rushing her, when he thought she was afraid, trying to give her time to adjust to touching him.
There was something wicked about knowing she could do whatever she wanted to him. Giving in to temptation, she leaned closer and licked his chest.
And was startled when he groaned and trembled.
Gently resting her hand on his chest, she marveled at being able to touch his hot, naked skin, the hairs tickling deliciously against her palms. His tortured expression was both heaven and hell, and every drop of water was a caress, leaving her wanting more. “Next time we can play your game. Right now, I need you.”
She nipped his chest when he only stared down at her.
Then she was lifted clear off her feet when he exploded into action. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning when she felt his erection press against her. His grip was rough, his lips bruising when he smashed his mouth against hers.
The kiss was demanding and consuming. He nipped and sucked, granting her no quarter.
He made her feel alive and cherished, his hands rough as he dragged his callused palms over her body. The heat of him burned, and she rubbed against him, reveling in his nearness.
He slammed her against the cool tiles, the roughness startling a groan out of her. He ripped his mouth away from hers, then leaned down and nipped at the tip of her breast. She shuddered, the pain twisting to pleasure until she burned right along with him.
It was almost too much, her senses on the verge of overload. Feeling his teeth and claws caress her skin made her shiver, and it wasn’t long before she was marked from head to toe. When she tried to touch him in return, he resisted, like he was on a mission to drive her insane.
Determined not to let him get away with taking charge, she reached between them and grabbed his cock, setting her nails against the warm skin, and he instantly stilled.
She finally had his attention.
He pressed one of his hands against the tile near her head, the other still supporting her…once again giving her complete control over him.
Smiling in satisfaction, she tightened her hold and stroked him, leaving him panting in under a minute, thrusting his cock into her hand. He gave a tortured groan, the muscles in his neck straining as he tipped his head back and struggled not come in her hand.
The tile under his hand cracked.
