Page 18 of The Emperor's Concubine

Now, as she lay beneath him, Callie trembled with anticipation, wondering what he would do next. His body pressed hers into his soft mattress, but he merely stared at her, his intense green gaze seeming to penetrate to the very core. She wiggled beneath him involuntarily.

“If you keep that up, when I take you, it won’t be gentle,” he said gruffly before softly caressing the side of her face.

She’d expected him to tear off her skirt and slide between her lips. His tender touch confused her and she wished he’d fuck her and get it over with. The longer he dragged this out, the harder it would be to explain the strange feelings she felt bubbling at the surface.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she finally broke down and asked.

“Why shouldn’t I look at you? Your beauty leaves me speechless.”

Her lips parted with surprise. Why did he have to be sweet when she was supposed to hate him? “Thank you,” she murmured, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“I’m sure you know how beautiful you are.”

She knew she was an attractive woman, but her looks weren’t something she obsessed about. “I don’t really give it a thought.” Callie wanted to change the subject now. This conversation was getting dangerous. “Don’t you want me?” Batting her lashes as seductively as she could, she wiggled her hips beneath him. The hardness of his erection pressed deliciously against her thigh. Her pussy was on fire and only he could douse it.

Blaze chuckled. “It pleases me that you’re so eager, but since you’ve pleased me, I think it’s my turn.”

“Please, fuck me, Sire. My pleasure doesn’t matter. I’m only here to please you,” she said, not wanting his gentleness or his kindness.

He grasped her face in his hand and brushed his lips against her slightly parted ones. “I told you to call me Blaze. It’s just you and me, Calliope, and I wish to hear you say it.”

“Blaze,” the word tore from her throat.

He pressed his lips against her cheek this time. “Very good. I like the way you say it. Did you know that you’re the first concubine I’ve allowed to use my untitled name?”

Why was he telling her this? Why couldn’t he just do what he had to do? With each passing second, she was losing her will to reason properly. She merely shook her head to his question.

“Your body heat gives you away. You want this too, don’t you?”

Again she nodded.

“Good, because I’ve been crazy for you these past few days. I’m glad you’ve come to me,” he admitted.

Making one last attempt to get him to take her immediately, Callie spread her legs. “Fuck me, Blaze.”

“I will, my flower, but I like to play with my women a bit first.”

The mention of his other women brought her to her senses. She stiffened, trying to fend off the flames of desire licking at her body. No! She didn’t want to feel like this. Callie needed to remind herself that she wasn’t one of his women.

All thoughts of resistance flew out the window, however, when he pressed his lips against the pulse at her throat, and then slid his tongue down her body, stopping at the valley of her breasts. Her body felt like a quivering bowl of gelatin.

Blaze nipped the side of her breasts, making Callie yelp with delight. He teased and tortured the taut mound with his teeth and lips before taking a tight nipple into his mouth.

Unable to help herself, she dug her fingers into his silky blond locks. Moisture formed at the juncture of her thighs. She was ready for his cock, but Blaze apparently had other ideas. Lifting his head, he transferred his attention to her other nipple, taking as much time with it as he had with the other.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he slid down her body. Callie expected him to remove her skirt, but instead, he yanked it up her thigh until her pussy was exposed to his gaze.

“I like the way this looks against your skin,” he said, rubbing the sheer material between his fingers. He slid the cloth over her skin, the friction creating yet another sizzling reaction within her. “Open your legs wide for me. I want to see all of you.”

She didn’t think to disobey him. Biting her bottom lip, she spread herself as far as her legs would go. She looked up at him expectantly, wondering what he’d do next. So far, his movements had been unpredictable.

Blaze swiped his fingers at her damp entrance, not quite sliding in.

“Please,” she pleaded, although she wasn’t really sure what she was begging for.

He lifted one fair brow. “Do you like this, my flower?”

Closing her eyes against the smug expression on his face, she nodded. “Yes.”

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