Page 71 of Kept to Kill
‘Do you understand what will happen if you don’t leave?’ he said quietly, his voice containing just a hint of steel, as if he battled himself not to simply grab her. He put his goblet down slowly, his hands shaking slightly, she noticed, but he did not make a move to touch her. ‘This is your last chance,’ he said.
‘What will you do?’ she asked, fearing and anticipating his answer in equal measure.
‘What I’ve been wanting to do since I saw you in that tower,’ he replied smoothly.
Her breath caught. Perhaps he didn’t hate her after all.
‘What if I try to stop you?’
He snorted. ‘As if you could.’
In one swift motion, he grabbed the garment she wore and drew it over her head. She stifled a gasp at his sudden movements but raised her arms so he could take it off her, forcing herself not to back away. His hands moved up her arms and came to rest on her shoulders. He caressed her neck lightly, tilting her head up, and then his lips met hers so gently that she wondered if perhaps he would be a slow and sensual lover after all.
But then his fingers entwined in her hair, keeping her head still for him as he began to ravage her lips harder. She whimpered as his stubble grazed her face and he growled low in his throat as his tongue slipped past hers. She mimicked what he did, touching her tongue to his and enjoying the taste of him.
She was on her back on his bed before she knew quite what had happened and he crouched over her, continuing to kiss her mouth and then her cheek and then her neck, moving down and down until he took her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently, twisting her nipples just enough to make her cry out and arch into him.
‘You want this, don’t you?’ he whispered. ‘You’ve known you were mine since the beginning.’
‘Yes,’ she cried.
‘Why do you want me?’
She cupped his face with her hands. ‘Perhaps it’s the bond,’ she said, and his eyes flashed with something. Unease?
‘Perhaps.’
He lowered his head and drew his tongue in a circle around her nipple before nipping it gently, and she shivered. He bent down to her navel, licking it and making her squirm as he chuckled. And then his mouth was on her core, her thighs in his grip as he opened her to him fully. He licked her folds with the flat of his tongue, drawing whimpers from her that she tried to smother with her hand.
She wasn’t sure why she wanted to keep quiet. Perhaps she was afraid the others would hear. She didn’t want them to come, she realized. Not for this. This was just between her and Quin, and she wanted them to be alone for it. Whatever it was. He spread her thighs wider, his tongue dipping into her channel, and she bit back a cry, aching for more.
‘Is this not enough for you?’ he taunted from between her legs.
She met his eyes and shook her head, her body hot and feverish and growing increasingly frustrated.
‘What is it that you want?’ he growled low.
‘You,’ she said simply.
‘Would you beg for it?’ he asked. His eyes were hard, but she also saw fear in them. He was trying to make her pull away. He was afraid.
‘I will beg if you wish me to,’ she said breathlessly, not above pleading for what she needed from him.
He looked surprised before his head descended once more and he began to draw his tongue over the apex of her thighs. Over and over again he licked it, laved it until she was writhing and moaning, unable to keep still beneath him, unable to form a coherent thought. He made a noise of contentment as he drew back.
‘Don’t stop,’ she snarled and he laughed.
‘I’m the Commander here,’ he said quietly, his smoldering eyes surveying her beneath him. ‘You’re but the girl in the village about to be ravaged. And when I’m finished, you’ll beg me for more.’
Her eyes met his in challenge. ‘Do you think so?’
He moved over her, capturing her wrists and putting them over her head.
‘Yes,’ he growled, positioning himself at her entrance.
She stared into his dark eyes, afraid as she felt himthere. But instead of the harsh deflowering that she had anticipated, he moved slowly. A bit at a time, he let her tight channel become accustomed to the intrusion of what she thought must be the largest cock ever felt by a woman in the history of the realm. Although, considering that she had never felt a cock there before, perhaps it only felt that way, she conceded.
She panted, already feeling full, though he seemed as if he was hardly in at all. She recoiled slightly. He was still watching her face, she realized, and she looked back at him. His lips met hers and he thrust forward.
