I let my head loll back onto his shoulder and absorbed his strength, his warmth, the dominant yet protective hand on my lower stomach. His palm rested there, calmly, quietly, so possessive I fought back a sigh. I’d never been held like this. Fed. Pampered. Teased. I felt like the center of his universe, shocked to realize that, of all the men I’d dated over the years, not one had ever made me feel like this.
But then, if one of them had, I wouldn’t be here, would I?
He shifted, moving more, but I ignored it until he lifted me with no warning.
Flailing, he quickly wrapped me back up and laid me down with my back on the table. A quick glance to the left and right showed that he’d somehow moved all the food. Well, almost all of it. A delicious looking slice of chocolate cake with caramel drizzle frosting was on one side of me, and an ooey-gooey slice of cherry cheesecake was on the other.
Umm. Dessert.
The way he towered over me, unwrapping me like I was his birthday present, made me all too aware that he definitely had plans for me—and all the sweets.
“Do you know what Maxim and Ryston told me about their sweet human female?” he asked, looking down at me with those green eyes, now dark with need.
“Rachel?” I whispered.
“Yes. Lady Rone.” His hands dropped to my thighs, and he spread my legs open, exposing my pussy to his eyes for the first time since we’d come to the table.
When I shook my head, he pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing his chiseled abs and huge chest. The silver flesh on his neck faded near his collarbone and halfway down his shoulder into smooth, sinful skin. God, he was perfect. Too perfect to be real.
“She loves something called chocolate. This cake in particular.” He nodded toward the cake even as he stepped out of his pants.
How was I supposed to think about chocolate cake when he was standing between my legs, naked, his huge, hard cock just inches from my center?
Apparently, his patience was at an end, for he took two fingers, traced my wet slit and pushed them inside me slowly. The touch was shocking, sudden, but not unwelcome, and the walls of my pussy fluttered in welcome, drenching his fingers in wet heat. I was ready. More than ready. I’d been ready for half an hour.
“I feel my seed in you. Do you have any idea what that does to me?” he murmured in that dark, rough voice.
“Rezzer,” I breathed.
His free hand moved to my breasts as he finger fucked me. But he kept talking. Damn it.
“But do you know what Tyran and Hunt told me about their sweet mate, Kristin?” When I didn’t answer, he flicked my nipple, the sharp bite making me moan, and clench down even harder on his unmoving fingers.
“No.”
His smile was great, but when he leaned over me and moved his fingers deeper, just a little faster, I gasped, my back arching up off the table as he devoured every nuance, every flicker of my eyes with complete devotion. “She prefers the red sweetness of this cherry cheesecake.” He pushed his fingers deeper still, flicking my clit with his thumb as his face hovered directly over mine. He waited until I lifted my eyes to his. “Hands up, over your head, mate.”
In. Out. His fingers pumped, working me open, making sure I felt his invasion. His heat was suffocating now. So hot. Too hot. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I was going to melt on top of this stupid table. I couldn’t breathe.
If someone asked me why, I wouldn’t have been able to explain it to them, but I wanted to give him whatever he needed, whatever he wanted from me. I needed him to be happy. I wanted to please him, be exactly what he desired.
I lifted my arms over my head, and he reached up, quickly attaching them to something I’d not seen before. I was laid out, my cuffs linked and attached to something that held me down. Open. He waited again, watching me as if he had hours to take in the sight of my breasts pushed up by the position, my knees open and wide, my feet perched on the edge of the table. I was completely at his mercy.
“Which do you prefer, Caroline?”
“What?” What the hell was he talking about? I couldn’t think. Not with his lips so close to mine, his body over me, his fingers pushing deep.
“Chocolate or cherry?”
God. Dessert. He was talking about dessert. “I like both.”
That made him chuckle, and he dropped a quick kiss on my lips, just enough to make me want more. “Of course, you do.”
He stood, pulled his fingers from my body and positioned the head of his cock there instead. Slowly, so slowly, he licked his fingers as he pressed his hips forward, pushing his huge cock inside me inch by intoxicating inch. I shifted, tried to take him faster, but he held my hips with his huge hands, locked me to the table. With my hands trapped over my head there was nothing I could do but take every massive inch. To open for him. To submit.
When his balls finally touched my bottom, my eyes were closed, tightly. And yet, I was seeing stars. Just the single, slick slide of his cock was going to make me come. So close. I was going to—
“No. You don’t come until I tell you, mate.” His hand landed on the inside of my thigh with a hot sting, and my eyes fluttered open. He was buried to the hilt, standing over me like a god, and he reached for the chocolate cake.