His lips parted. He wet them, his eyes dark, desire and need stark and pleading in their depths. He reared back, just a little, so he could peel off her leather dagger harness, her top and bra, then her boots, socks, and pants. His eyes heated as he stared at her skimpy little panties, then those, too, were dropped on the floor. He slid his long, oh-so-talented fingers up and over her breasts. Her heart slammed against her ribs and she dragged in a breath. The musk of his arousal hung heavy in the air as did the sharp tang of excitement and the softer flood of…love.
She reached for his pants, but he stopped her, his big hands clasping her smaller ones. “Not yet. We’re going to take it slow and easy.” He dipped his head and pressed a kiss against her mouth. From an inch away he whispered, “I plan to take my time with you.”
Nix liked the sound of that. Except… “But I want to touch you, too.” She wiggled her fingers, still held captive by his hands.
He groaned. “Oh, God. I want you to touch me again, sweetheart.” He lifted her hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Just not yet. All right?” He pressed her arms to the arm of the sofa above her head and released her hands. “Just keep your hands right where they are until I say different.”
“Bossy.” She would be content, for now, to follow his lead.
“Don’t you forget it.” He bent and tongued her nipples, bringing them to stiffness and sending little electric shocks straight to her core. His fingers delved between her legs, stroking over the fleshy lips of her sex, coming close to her swollen nub but not touching her.
Nix writhed beneath him. “Tobias,” she moaned, lifting her hips, swiveling, trying to get his fingers to go where she needed them the most.
The sound that left him was something between a chuckle and a groan. He levered himself to his feet and peeled off his jeans and briefs, leaving his lean, toned body completely naked. His eyes glittered with black and red heat, his fangs glistened wetly. Deep-cut muscles flexed in his neck, his arms.
Her gaze tracked the line of hair on his lower abdomen to the treasure finally bared. His rigid cock curved into his stomach. As she watched a vein began to pulse along the hard flesh, mute testament to the deep arousal that now made his dormant heart beat.
He swept her up into his arms and carried her with effortless ease into his darkened bedroom. Nothing much had changed in here, either. There was still the bold burgundy-and-hunter-green decor, the large king-size bed, the bulky dark wood dressers. He laid her gently on the bed and as he came back down over her she looked into his eyes. There was lust there, but also an underlying tenderness that was mirrored in his touch. Her heart lurched and started to flutter like a mad, trapped thing.
“I’ve missed you, missed having you in my bed. In my life.” Tobias raised her hands over her head. “Keep them there,” he reminded her, and then kissed her again, his lips open and searching. He planted his mouth along the angle of her chin, down her throat to skitter over her collarbone. His tongue traced over the slope of one breast. She felt the warmth of his mouth just before he latched onto her nipple and began to suckle. He rolled and tugged her other nipple between fingers and thumb, driving spikes of heat straight to her core.
Nix clenched her fists around the spokes in the headboard. She needed to touch him, to smooth her palms over silken skin covering hard muscles. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, determined to show him she had control of herself, that she was more than the demon fire that burned deep inside.
He moved down her belly, hands feathering over her thighs to part the soft folds of her sex. She tensed in anticipation and when his mouth found her clit her legs fell apart and she bucked up into his touch. He sucked hard, his tongue circling and flicking. She felt the scrape of his fangs and it only heightened her arousal.
Nix moaned and jerked beneath him, her entire being reaching toward ecstasy. The fire within her flared, burning through her eyes, her skin. Then he slid two long fingers deep, thrusting in and out, and she fell over the edge. She bucked beneath him, coming again and again, until the tremors finally stopped and she lay limp beneath him.
He crawled up her body, muscles bunching as he moved. “Now,” he said, his voice deep and guttural, his eyes black rimmed in crimson. “Touch me.”
She let go of the headboard and one of the spokes dropped to the floor. “I broke your bed,” she said, not really caring.
Apparently he didn’t care, either, because he just shrugged and rolled to his back. “I’ll buy another one.”
Whether he meant bed or spoke, she didn’t know. Didn’t care. He was laid out in front of her like a smorgasbord of delightful flesh. And she was going to feast.