Page 44 of Ruthless Scoundrel
His face hovers over mine and he whispers in his strange language. It’s soothing, loving even. He grips my chin gently and plants a gentle kiss on my jaw, uttering words that I can’t understand while he moves up to my ear.
“Ohksana’amai,” he moans, then licks my pulse point.
Fire erupts in my pelvis and I grind against his leg. I don’t want to feel this for him, but the sensation building between my thighs is too intoxicating. He coos, then sucks on my earlobe as he pushes me back into the sand.
“I can’t understand you,” I say, cursing my mother for not letting me study languages.
Jasper locks eyes with me as he slides down my body, releasing my hands. If I wanted to fight back, I could. I could throw sand in his eyes and worm away, then find a rock to beat him with.
But then Jasper’s lips slide across my collar bone and my mind evaporates. Heat skitters down my spine and lights a blaze in me. All thoughts of escape are gone.
I don’t want to escape this.
My hands fall to his shoulders as he kisses down my chest. He pulls the strings of my loose shirt and I watch, a small part of me screaming for him to stop, that I need to maintain my chastity for marriage, for crown and country.
But what’s just one tit? Nothing. It’s not my honor. And if it gets him to grow an affection for me, to learn to obey me, it’s worth it.
Jasper whispers his sweet words as he pushes the shirt aside. His tongue coasts over his lips, wetting them with a glistening sheen before he moves in, planting a kiss beside my nipple. He whispers more secrets in the language I don’t understand as he kisses between my breasts, but then moves lower, ignoring them.
I crave his touch there so badly, and he’s denying me?
My fingers tangle in his dark curls and our eyes meet. He waits, watching me with the stillness of a predator. I pull on him, bringing him back to my pearled bud.
Jasper licks across his teeth, and that’s when I see his fangs. He didn’t have those before, but I don’t care at this point. So long as he doesn’t sever anything, I need his mouth on me.
He lets me guide him over my nipple, and then he smirks. He says more nonsense, and it sounds like a question.
“Please,” I whisper.
This makes him grin. He opens his mouth and extends his tongue. I watch with shallow, hot breaths as he moves closer. A shock surges through me when he finally licks me and I lose my mind, moaning without meaning to. Jasper gives a satisfied groan and latches onto me.
His sharp teeth play against my skin so delicately as he sucks. My chest is a living flame, erratic and hot. I squirm against his leg, and he growls, grinding into me harder.
Jasper drags his tongue across my chest to my other nipple and shows it the same attention. When he’s thoroughly claimed my breasts, he slides down farther, kissing my stomach through my shirt. My hands tangle in his hair and grope his shoulders. I don’t know what else to do.
I know I shouldn’t be doingthis.
Jasper stole me from my home. He means to sell me.
But he’s not selling me for money. He’s not selling me for some vain, tangible prize as he’s stated. He needs me.
Needsme.
He just won’t tell me why.
And I’m beyond caring as his mouth connects with the soft skin of my hip. His fingers dig into the waistband of my pants and I moan affirmations and ascent. He pulls on my pants and I shift, helping him to remove them.
Jasper’s eyes transfix on my center, looking at me hungrily as he discards my clothes in the sand. The world goes silent; lapping waves fade away and the night creatures drone into darkness as Jasper speaks again. “Euah oena. Euah noi’oe. A haanei ak au i ka, ohksana’amai.”
There’s dark promise in every sound he makes.
And I want it all.
I nod, uncertain exactly what I’ve agreed to other than his lips on my overly sensitive body. He doesn’t wait, forcing his face between my legs like a dying man seeking salvation. The touch of his lips, tongue, and sharp teeth against my most private area is so intense, I cry out.
Jasper doesn’t stop, doesn’t look up as he locks my legs over his back and pins my hips to the ground with his forearm. His other hand reaches up to pluck at my nipple as he feasts on me.
Pressure builds in my center, the same I’ve felt when seeing a particularly handsome knight, or hearing of my ladies encounters. But there’s more to it with Jasper’s touch. There’s a fever that spreads through my body like a fire burning a field of wheat. It’s fast, all-consuming, erasing me and creating me anew.
