Page 65 of The Lord of the Labyrinth

With a growl of sensual hunger, he grasped her bottom and jerked her to him, urging her to wrap her legs around him as he thrust his hips forward. When they locked eyes, his reflected the inferno now raging inside her. With a smug smile, Roan glanced down between their bodies.

“You’re overdressed,” he said, licking the shell of her ear.

“Then do something about it.” Kate wanted to be bold with him, to entice him to take what he wanted and give her what she wanted too.

Roan slid her off the bed so she was once more standing on her feet, then twirled her in his arms so that he was standing behind her. His cock pressed against her lower back through the fabric of their clothes. He was so tall, dwarfing her in size, yet that somehow made things hotter between them. Roan had the power to do anything he wanted to her, but rather than force her, he seduced her sweetly, wickedly.

Goosebumps covered her skin as his large hand settled upon her lower belly, covering it with his elegant fingers as he clenched the fabric of her gown. Then those fingers slid to the slit in the bodice of her gown, sliding underneath the fabric to cup one of her breasts, tugging at her nipples.

“Oh God...” She dropped her head backward against his chest, savoring the rush of sensations that flooded her sex.

He chuckled darkly. “I believe my name is Roan... my darling Kate.” He rolled her nipples between his fingertips until she moaned his name. His free hand pooled the fabric of her dress against one hip, lifting it up to bare her leg. Then that hand slid between her legs, cupping her mound before exploring it with long, questing fingers. He parted her slick folds and sank one inside of her. She arched into his hand, rubbing herself against him, desperate for more than just gentle penetration.

He leaned down behind her. “Who makes you wet, little one?”

“You... only you,” she promised him, still urging her hips against his hand. He continued to play with her, fucking her with two fingers now, until she was almost embarrassed at the way her wetness was coating his hand and her inner thighs.

He sucked a spot under her earlobe and whispered, “Your heart’s beating fast as a pixie’s.” His groin rocked against her backside again. “And you’re gripping my fingers, craving my cock, aren’t you?”

She bit her lip to stifle an answer. Shame burned her cheeks.

“Tell me, Kate. Do you want me?”

“Yes, oh please, yes, I want you!” Her words came out in an achy groan as her body vibrated wherever he touched or even mentioned. Why was he torturing her like this? He could just bend her over the bed and take her, but he was teasing her until she wanted to weep with her need to come.

He curved his fingers on her chin, turning her face to him. He covered her lips once more with another bone-melting kiss.

Roan broke their kiss, stepped back, and unlaced the back of her gown. She stood there in nothing but her panties, waiting for his next move, listening to his ragged breathing. When he didn’t say or do anything, she glanced over her shoulder. Tall and impressive, his muscled body almost seemed to vibrate with his barely controlled hunger as his eyes raked over her. But it was the all-consuming desire in his stare that took her breath away. He desired her with the same madness that she did him. They were locked together in this world of lust.

She turned to face him, a little scared to realize how much she wanted him. It made her feel reckless, ready to doanythingwith him in his bed. He closed the distance between them, pulling her against his rock-solid chest and invading her mouth once more with his probing tongue.

Kate gripped his shoulders, then buried her fingers in his soft hair. She removed the leather tie that kept it bound, and his hair fell like a silvery waterfall around his face as he bent his head to hers. He sucked her tongue, sending ripples of desire through her, scorching her soul. Her nipples and her clit hardened as she moaned.

He straightened, his lips swollen from the rough kiss.

“Do not move. Do not glance behind,” he ordered, sidestepping her.

She heard the whisper of soft fabric and wondered if he was undressing.

He wasn’t.

“Arms above your head,” Roan commanded.

She obeyed, and he fastened the end of a long silk scarf to her left wrist. He’d tied the other end to the upper part of one of the tall posts at the foot of the bed. Then he bound her right wrist next to her left above her head. The hard but beautiful lines of his face softened as he glided his palms down her arms to her breasts. He could touch her at his leisure, and that only excited her more.

She had nowhere to go, and to her surprise, that didn’t freak her out.

What’s wrong with me?

Roan didn’t give Kate time to dwell on that as he ripped her panties at the seams, dropping the shreds of wet lace to the ground.

“Splendid,” he said, gliding his tongue over his lips as he gazed at her completely bare body.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to avoid moaning. His searing gaze ignited her flesh and melted her bones. A cool breeze caressed her, but she burst into flames whenever he sucked on her nipple. She squeezed her thighs together, afraid her sex would overflow. Roan suckled her breast as though it were a rare piece of fruit. As he feasted on one breast, he rolled the other nipple between his fingers.

“Roan!” The word tore out of her throat, full of need and desperate longing for him to possess her.

He chuckled as he switched to the other nipple, repeating his sweet torture. Her body responded. Her mind floated as pleasure built, but release lurked just beyond her reach.

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