“You’re driving me crazy.”
Mikayla smiled. “That’s the point,” she whispered in his ear.
“Be careful who you play with.”
“Only you,” she replied with a sigh. Only ever you, she wished she could add. But he wasn’t ready to hear the words and she wasn’t ready to say them.
Apparently her reply was more than enough for him. He grabbed fistfuls of her skirt and lifted. She held her breath as he raised the material to her hips, baring her to his view.
“Tell me,” he commanded her, his fingers tracing the skin along her panty line. “Say that you want me.”
“I’ve always wanted you,” she told him. “I’ll never lie about that.”
“How?” he asked in a wicked whisper.
Her body jumped as she realized what he was offering.
Brushing her lips over his, she whispered, “On your knees.”
For a moment she thought it was too much, too humbling for her proud warrior to kneel before her, but with his gaze holding hers, Ciar sank to the ground.
He slid his hands up her calves to rest against her knees. She couldn’t look away from the intensity of his gaze. He watched her like a hunter who knew surrender was imminent. Though he was the one on his knees, it was her heart fluttering wildly. Ciar traced small circles over her sensitive skin as he waited.
She should be the one holding the power. She should be bending him to her wishes.
But as always, her lover kept her off balance. The need to have him touch her was more important than her wish for control.
Almost despite herself, she let her legs spread in blatant invitation.
A small smile tugged at his lips. In reward, he ran his hands higher up her legs, taking the time to draw his fingertips lightly over her thighs.
Mikayla bit her lip when he reached her black panties. Never breaking eye contact, he hooked a finger around the straps and tugged the material down.
She wiggled a bit to help him remove the scrap of material, uncaring where it landed.
He pressed hot hands against her thighs, inching them apart. Her breath caught in her chest as he spread her to his view. For a moment he just looked at her, his gaze searing. Mikayla had to choke back the words that threatened to burst from her. He might be on his knees but she was the one ready to beg.
“So pretty,” he purred, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “So mine.”
She nodded eagerly. How she longed to be his in all ways. Forever.
A dangerous desire.
But logical thought fled when he pushed her legs farther apart and pressed forward into the space between them.
Mikayla fisted her hands on the cushion from the window seat when Ciar sent her a wicked grin before lowering his head.
His mouth touched her aching clit and she nearly leapt from the seat. He drew his tongue along her slit in smooth strokes, seeming to know exactly what she wanted without needing to hear the words. Every lap of his sinful tongue sent her spiraling higher into ecstasy. She’d say this for demons, they definitely lived up to their reputations.
He traced her contours in languid strokes. Mikayla threw back her head with a gasp. She knew she should be trying to regain some control over her pleasure-muddled mind but with Ciar’s tongue torturing her, there was no clarity to be found. When he found her most sensitive bud and nipped, she was beyond words.
“Ciar,” she gasped.
He thrust his tongue into her, wringing more cries of pleasure from her.
Nothing she had ever dreamed of had prepared her for this. Ciar pleasuring her. Ciar on his knees before her. Ciar with her.
It was her most secret fantasy come to life.
“Yes,” she shouted, craving more of his silken tongue. “I’m almost—” Her words broke off with a breathless gasp. So close. Just a little bit more and she would shatter in pleasure.
He stopped, wringing an agonized cry from her. He couldn’t stop now, couldn’t leave her hanging.
A kiss was pressed against her throbbing flesh but he held back. She groaned, slamming her palms against the wooden walls.
“Ciar,” she begged.
She felt a smile against her thigh and knew exactly what he was doing. Even in a position like this, he was the one in charge. It rankled that she was about to explode while he still maintained his cool control. One of these days, she vowed, she would turn the tables on him. She would make him wild for her, force him to give up his precious power.
“Please,” she said, giving in. “I need you. Only you. Please, Ciar.”
“Perfect,” he purred before rolling his tongue over her clit.
Mikayla cried out, writhing beneath his mouth. Yes, this was what she craved. It didn’t matter how he played or which of them held the cards, the only thing she cared about was the sinful things he was doing with his mouth.