He’s in bed. I heard his clothes hit the floor, and I stalled. I brushed my teeth and hair and ran my hands over my legs, grateful I shaved them yesterday.

I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

As I turn off the light and leave the bathroom, my eyes lock on a shirtless Mav spread out on the bed. His arms are folded under his head, and his attention swings my way. His gaze flares with heat as he looks up and down my body. I take steady steps to the bed, the slowest I have ever moved. He doesn’t move out of the way as I climb up, and I end up on all fours over him. The fabric slides away from my legs.

“Beautiful,” he rumbles.

“Thank you,” I whisper. I don’t know what to do. I usually like to be in control of every situation, but with them, I feel shy.

“What do you want, baby?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. I want his touch, and I want to touch him, but don’t know where to start.

“Do you want me to guide you?”

“Please.” He looks down at my body, and I shiver.

“What’s your word?”

“Collar.”

“Good girl.” He breathes deep. “I can smell your need.”

“Shit,” I whisper, totally turned on.

“Crawl up my body. I want your tits close to my mouth.” I lick my lips as I slide up, his words causing warmth to rise to my face. “Yes, baby.” My thighs touch his bare sides. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, his dragon is watching me, calling to the dragon inside me. She wants him desperately. “I’m going to leave my hands behind my head for now, and I want you to do everything I say.”

“Okay,” I say, my heart beating fast.

“I love your nightgown,” he says. “Did you pick it out with me in mind?”

“Yes.”

He caresses me with his eyes.

“Thank you. Are you wearing panties?”

“No.”

“Good girl,” he hums, and I groan. “Do you like praise?” I nod frantically. “Expect a lot of it.” He touches his tongue to the corner of his mouth. “I want you to take your tits out,” he says.

“You do?” I ask and I don’t know why the question popped out.

“Yes,” he smirks. “King got a taste, but I haven’t yet.” He tips his chin up. “Feed them to me.”

I shudder. “Yes, Sir,” I say, once again surprised the words slipped out. I’m not going to question the need to call him that. I balance on my left hand and slip the fabric away from my breasts. The straps easily fall from my shoulders. I groan as they tumble out. I slowly palm the underside of my breast, push up, and hold it over his mouth. I tremble in anticipation.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers, his breath floating over my sensitive skin. He circles my nipple with his split tongue, and I look down at him in fascination. I’m amazed at how much he can make me feel with one touch. He covers the nipple, tasting lovingly. “I want you to come from me sucking your tits,” he demands. “Are you ready?” My other palm hits the bed beside his head as he takes over.

“Yes,” I gasp, and he sucks hard. I throw my head as he goes from one nipple to the other, greedily taking what I’m offering. The pleasure in his scent adds to mine as he explores every inch. The heat from his body and the way he commands me makes my heat rise. I had my doubts that I could come without any other stimulation, but he’s making me a believer. My hips move over his stomach.

“No,” he commands. “Do not move.” I hold back the growl. “Listen,” he warns right before he pulls my nipple deep in his mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan. It takes all my effort to keep from rotating my hips. He’s tempting, just out of reach. He uses his tongue, teeth, and lips to drive my need higher. I’m wet and swollen even though I’ve had very little stimulation. My scent is strong and gets stronger with every pull of his mouth. His scent blends with mine and calls to the animal in me. She is ready to be taken. The noises that echo around the room turn me on even more. “Sir,” I whimper.

“Find it, baby,” he encourages, his words giving me permission to fall into the feelings pulling at my center. “You can.” He licks the underside of each breast and slowly moves closer to my nipples. Over and over, he worships me.

That is what this feels like. Worship.