Page 147 of Steel Heart Iron Claws

Impatient, I growl, “You aren’t going to break me. Now sit on me like you mean it.”

I grind my hips upward to rub my erection against her silk panties. Her pupils dilate as she chokes on a long, throaty moan. Her hands press against my chest like she needs to hold on. Her fingers dig hard into my skin.

Fuck—nowthathurts.

At my wince, she immediately pulls back with wide eyes. “Basten?”

“Don’t you dare stop.” I grip her by the throat to pull her back into a kiss.

Our lips graze together, first slowly, then more feverish. I coax her lips apart with my tongue and then slide it inside to lick the roof of her mouth.

Her thighs instinctively tighten over my hips, and I groan.

“I—” she pants. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me. Please. Hurt me.”

Her hips slowly rock against my straining cock, her body already primed for me to take her even if her worries hold her back. Breathy, she moans, “Don’t be stupid because you’re horny. We have to be careful.”

I drag her skirt up over her ass and give the left cheek a solid slap. She yelps in surprise, her eyes wide as saucers, then claps a hand over her mouth as she glances toward the curtain.

“Slap me back,” I order, offering up my cheek.

Our hips are already rocking together, finding a steady rhythm despite the slip of fabric still forming a barrier between us. I can feel her growing wetter. It does dangerous things to me to know that she’s already gushing in anticipation.

She huffs, frustrated. Glances at the curtain.

Then slaps my left cheekhard.

The sharp sting spreads throughout my face in a way that has me choking on desire. Twisted, I know. Believe me. But that’s where my head is.

“Gods, Sabine. Can you feel what you do to me?” I grind my hips up against hers.

Her breath goes shallow, causing her breasts to tighten and lift. I slide my palms up her sides to run my thumbs along the underside of them. The tops tease me from her neckline until I can’t resist. I shove one dress sleeve down over her shoulder and free her right breast, then claim it between my teeth.

Her hips buck against mine as she lets out a moan.

“That’s it. Moan. Scream my name. I don’t care if every damn nurse in the castle hears.”

Her hands lock around the back of my neck as I tease her nipple with my tongue. Her back arches, begging me to take the sensitive bud deeper. I suck and roll it until it’s tight as a button.

I push her back by the waist to watch the beautiful flushroll across her skin.

“Sit on my face,” I growl. “I want to taste you.”

She hesitates, thumb lightly brushing against one of my scars.

I tear her hand off me, running my lips lightly over her sensitive palm as I threaten quietly, “Sit on my face, little violet, or I’ll have you on your back screaming so loudly the nurses will think you’re dying.”

Her eyelashes lower. “You’re a beast.”

Half my lips pull back in a wicked smile. I settle back against the pillow as she climbs over my torso, lifting her skirt to drape over my upper half. She holds herself up with her knees against my ears, clinging to the headboard.

Her pulse tells me she’s nervous but excited—and gods, that drives me wild.

I push her panties to the side. Then, I breathe in deeply, the sweet scent of her arousal like a wine I could drink forever. She’s so wet that I can tell from her shallow breath that she’s embarrassed, but my little wildcat has nothing to be embarrassed about. Her slickness only pushes me faster toward my need.

“I could taste you all night.” I finally give in to my throbbing need and lick along her center.

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