Page 89 of Rise of the Siren Queen
That was it.
The last drop.
She unbuttoned my trousers with shaky fingers and shoved them down. I let out a raw, guttural sound, relief flooding me like violence. I was hard, painfully so. Every inch of me pulsed with a pressure that bordered on torment. It hurt to breathe.
Nevertheless, Iwanted to.
Her hands on me snapped what little patience I had left. The shreds of self-control I’d been clinging to? Gone. Obliterated.
While my body hovered above hers, my soul had already buried deep inside her.
“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” I rasped, voice low and dark with hunger. “And I want to savor every inch of you.”
I looked down at her, truly looked, and saw everything I’d never dared want written across her sweat-slick skin and parted lips. Beauty. Need. Surrender. And it shattered the icy walls I had built around my heart.
“If this is all I get…” My voice broke, rough and low, as I cupped her cheek. “If this is all you’ll give me, then I’ll make it unforgettable.”
I would bedamnedif I let her slip through my fingers.
Not now.
Not when I’djustfound her.
Not when her body trembled beneath me as if pleading.
She was mine, regardless of what she or anyone thought.
Her hand slid toward the waistband of my briefs, but I caught her wrists in mine before she could peel them down. I pinned them above her head, my grip tight, possessive, demanding. She gasped, and I pressed my cock between her thighs, grinding into her heat with just enough pressure to make her writhe. A soft cry escaped her lips, helpless and breathy. And, fuck me, it shattered what little patience I had left.
My self-control snapped like brittle glass.
I shoved my boxer shorts down with one hand, freeing myself. Hard, aching, so painfully full, it was maddening. My length trembled between us, and her pulse spurred under my grip, her thighs twitching as I nudged them wider with mine.
She quivered.
And gods help me, I liked that.
The feel of her slick heat against the head of my cock sent a bolt of fire ripping through my veins. I shifted forward slowly but deliberately, dragging the tip over her entrance, teasing, threatening. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body arching justenough to chase contact.
Beneath me, she was a vision of temptation, flustered, panting, eyes like emerald jewels. Her body lay bare, open, desperate. Her gaze locked onto mine, and there was no hiding in it, only hunger and surrender. It made me bewildered.
I angled her leg up with one hand, lifting it to tilt her hips, lining her up perfectly. My other arm braced beside her head, muscles flexed, keeping her pinned beneath me. No escape. No mercy.
And then I pushed in.
Inch by inch, slow and deliberate, never once looking away.
Her mouth fell open with a breathless moan, and I watched every flicker of pleasure cross her face. Her body clenched around me, velvet heat dragging me deeper, and I hissed through my teeth, fighting the urge to just take. To pound into her until she forgot her own name.
But not yet.
No, I wanted her undone, crumbling.
My hands trailed down her arms, fingers gliding over the curves of her shoulders before circling her throat. I didn’t squeeze, just held her there, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath my thumb. Her breaths came ragged, lips parted, as if the air itself burned her lungs.
I dipped my head to her neck, pressing a kiss to that sweet spot where her shoulder met her throat again. I lingered there, inhaling her, filling my senses with her scent, her taste, her heat. Every sound she made, every twitch of her muscles, I memorized. Branded into me. Something no god or fate could steal.
“I’ll never forget this,” I murmured against her skin, voice low and edged with something dangerous. “You… like this… beneath me.”
