Page 33 of Sweet Obsession

“Wax? A delicious little burn without the consequences?”

I shiver. “Yes.”

“Good.” Icarus still doesn’t move. I desperately want him to stop talking and startdoing. I’ve negotiated ahead of sex before, but it’s usually more about what happens outside the bedroom instead what happens inside it. Finally, he says, “How do you feel about bondage, big guy?”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. It takes me two tries to find the answer. “Yes.”

“That’s a good start.” He slowly pushes to his feet. “And when it comes to the sex itself?” Icarus drifts closer, his gaze intense. “Can I take your ass, suck your cock?” He lowers his voice. “Do you want to takemyass, suckmycock?”

This time, I can’t speak at all. I just nod, my skin so hot, it’s a wonder it doesn’t burst into flames. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I might simply melt into a puddle at his feet. I don’t understand what he’s doing to me.

Finally,finally, Icarus slips his hand to the back of my neck. “It’s a shame we don’t have all the time in the world.” He continues before that statement can sting. “But we’ll make do with what we have.”

I command scores of people and possess one of the most powerful titles in Olympus, but I still stare up at him with somethinglike wonder. “We will?”

“Yes.” He tugs on my hair, sharp enough to hurt. “On your feet, big guy.”

I rise slowly. My legs hardly feel like my own and my body moves as if a puppet on strings of Icarus’s making. He smiles up at me. “Now, stand perfectly still.”

His hands go to the front of my shirt, but I still don’t understand his intentions until he begins unbuttoning my shirt. It takes everything I have to keep my hands at my sides and not try to help him. I could be naked in moments under my own supervision. Icarus, on the other hand, takes his time. His knuckles brush my chest with each button he frees. It’s agonizing. I never want it to stop.

He reaches the bottom of my shirt and parts the fabric. “You really are a masterpiece.” He trails his knuckle down the line of hair that descends from my navel to the band of my jeans, and then reverses course, moving up the curve of my stomach to spread his hand over my pec…over my heart. His smile gains an edge of cruelty. “Your heart is racing.”

There’s no point in attempting to dissemble. There hasn’t been since the beginning of this. “Yes.”

“For me.”

“Yes.” He’s barely touched me, and yet I’m shaking like a leaf. It’s never been like this. I didn’t know sexcouldbe like this. “Icarus…please.”

He ignores me and nudges my shirt off my shoulders, trailing his fingers down my arms in winding patterns until I’m shivering and shaking. And I still have my fucking pants on. He lifts one hand and presses a kiss to my palm. “I’ll tell you a secret.”

I want all his secrets. Not just the ones that will benefit the city.Allof them. I manage to clamp my mouth shut before saying as much. He already has so much power over me—too much, most people would say. I can’t give him more.

But I want to.

He carefully unfastens my belt. “Pleasure can be even more painful than a beating when conducted with the proper patience.”

“What?” I stare at him, my mind sluggish with desire. “You’re not going to hurt me?”

“Iamhurting you, big guy.” He grips the front band of my jeans, brushing my cock, and I nearly go to my knees. Icarus jerks me closer and leans down to press a kiss on the center of my chest. He’s barely touched me, and I’m about to come in my pants.

He sinks to his knees before me. The sight of him kneeling should trigger some dormant dominant feeling, but there’s no illusion about who’s in control. He takes his time undoing my jeans and then tugging them down my hips and thighs, one inch at a time.

Which is right around the time he realizes I still have my boots on. Icarus hums a little under his breath and wrestles them off with a faint laugh. It’s awkward and should feel odd, but it does little to dampen the spell he’s woven around me.

Once I’m free, he tosses my boots over his shoulder and urges me to step out of my jeans. Then he runs his hands up the outsides of my legs to grip my hips. My cock is so hard, it’s threatening to escape the band of my underwear. He makes that sexy little humming noise again and drifts his fingers over my length. “Big guy indeed.”

“You had your hands on me last night,” I manage to grind out.

“Yes.” He grips the band and tugs it down, pressing it againstmy cock as he does. “But I was caught up in the moment and didn’t have a chance to properly appreciate you.” He stops with my underwear at the base of my cock, so tight that every bit of me fizzes. “You’re magnificent.”

“Don’t.”

Icarus raises an eyebrow. “Don’t what?”

It’s difficult to think with my heartbeat pounding along my hard length. Difficult to think with him looking at me like that, slightly impatient and yet indulgent at the same time. I drag in a breath and try to think clearly enough to form proper sentences. “You don’t have to say stuff like that.”

“I know,” he says simply. “But Iwantto. Why does it make you so uncomfortable to be complimented?”

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