Page 201 of The Ascended
He stepped back just enough to give me space, his eyes never leaving mine. "Right here, on my desk."
My heart hammered in my chest. This was madness—pure, delicious madness. But the hunger in his eyes, the way he looked at me made me want to be reckless.
I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me at the thought of him watching me, of riling him. And maybe there was power in it too—in making the Warden lose that insufferable composure without even touching him.
Fuck it. If this was what we could have—these stolen moments, these fragments of what could be—I'd take it. And I'd make himremember it.
"Tell me what to do," I whispered.
“Under one condition.”
“And what is that?” I asked.
“This will only happen once. And we will never speak of it again.”
I hesitated, biting my lip. “Fine.”
His eyes darkened further. "Unlace your bodice," he commanded softly as he moved back to his chair and sat, facing me. "Slowly."
My fingers trembled as I began working at the laces, my eyes never leaving his. The air between us hummed as each movement revealed more of my skin to his gaze.
"Tell me something," he said, his voice dropping even lower as he watched me. "How often do you think of me when you're alone?"
Heat rushed to my face at the intimate question, but his gaze made me want to answer honestly.
"Too often," I admitted.
A flash of satisfaction crossed his features. "And what do you imagine me doing to you in these fantasies?"
I hesitated, my fingers stilling on the laces.
"Don't stop," he commanded. "And don't lie. I want to hear every filthy thought you've had about me."
"I imagine your hands on me," I confessed, resuming my task with the laces. "Your mouth..."
"Where?" he pressed, his voice a caress. "Show me."
I tugged on the final knot, my bodice opening and the cold air rushing onto my exposed skin making my nipples harden into peaks.
I brought my fingers up to the swells and let my thumbs slide down the pebbled skin, causing a sharp jolt to ring through my body. His darkening eyes only made my chest feel heavier and I pinched the flesh, my lips parting as the feeling sent a throbbing heat between my thighs.
"Good," he murmured. "Go on."
I swallowed hard, head dizzy as my fingers traced lower until they reached my skirt. I bunched the ruffles over my thighs, partingmy legs for him. The thin material of my undergarments were the only barrier now. My fingers brushed over the dampened fabric, a small whimper escaping my lips.
It wasn't enough.
I tugged the lace down my hips in one quick motion, meaning to toss them to the side but Xül's outstretched hand halted me.
Through my haze I dropped them into his waiting palm, tracking his movement as he tucked them into his front pocket. My eyes snagged on the bulge straining against his pants.
He adjusted himself, fisting that mouth watering length. My legs parted again without much coherent thought, fingers quickly finding the throbbing bundle of nerves that so desperately needed attention.
The intensity of his gaze was like a physical touch, making every sensation more acute. He remained perfectly still except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his control evident in the white-knuckled grip.
"Tell me what you're thinking," I whispered, emboldened by the raw desire I saw in his eyes.
"I'm thinking," he said, his voice strained, "that I'll never be able to concentrate at my desk ever again."
