Page 55 of Happily Ever Bitten (Underworld Royals 2)

“Because of Adrik and Valora,” I corrected. “I was meant to save you, not claim you.”

“But by saving me, you inadvertently claimed me,” she pointed out. “It’s your blood that brought me back to life.”

I shook my head. “No, sweetheart. It was your spirit that brought you back. All I did was aid in your recovery.”

She grinned down at me. “You’re saying all the right things, Grigory.”

“Am I?” I replied, my grip on her hips lessening as I shifted my thumbs to dance beneath the hem of her shirt. “You going to reward me?”

“I feel like twelve months of dreams where I do nothing but go down on you seems appropriate.”

“I wouldn’t complain.”

“You would if that was all I allowed,” she murmured, her lips curling devilishly.

I drew my touch along her lower abdomen, tracing the top of her pants. “You’d miss my tongue between your thighs, Zay. I’d give you one week before you’d beg me to fuck you.”

“I’ve already begged.”

“You have,” I agreed, shifting my palms upward along her stomach and drawing her shirt up with it. “So are you going to stretch this out another twelve months? Or are we finally going to fuck?”

Lightning flashed in her gaze as I skimmed the underside of her breasts with my thumbs.

She responded by pulling her shirt off over her head, exposing her pert tits to my view. “Touch me.”

“I am,” I murmured, drawing my fingers along her luscious swells and watching as her nipples strained in response.

“More.”

“Tell me what to do,” I countered. “Tell me how to touch you, Zay.”

She grabbed my sweater between her fists and yanked on the fabric, her eyes blazing with turquoise fire. “If I have to tell you what to do, then we’re in trouble. Grab my breasts, Grigory. Now.”

I grinned at her and complied. “You’re supposed to be setting the pace.”

“Maybe I’m tired of dancing around it,” she returned, arching into my palms. “Maybe I want you to set the pace.”

I rolled her onto her back in an instant and settled myself between her thighs. My palms went to her hips, angling her where I wanted her and pressing my groin into hers. “You don’t want me to take over, Zay. I’ll devour you.”

“Oh, I want that,” she said, wrapping her legs around me and thrusting upward. “I want to feel you inside me, Grigory. I want you to fuck every bad memory from my head and remind me what it’s like to well and truly live.”

My cock pulsed against the zipper of my jea

ns, eager to comply. “Soft and tender, or hard and fast?” I asked. “Tell me how to take you.” I already knew her answer from her thoughts, but I wanted her to say it out loud, to hear the command from her lips.

And she didn’t disappoint. “Hard. Fast. Thorough.” She scratched her nails over my back, my sweater saving my skin. “I want you to make me forget my own name. Take me to the stars if you have to—just do it right.”

“A challenge,” I mused, drawing away from her and grinning at her responding growl when I forced her to release my back.

Her growl turned into a groan of approval as I removed my sweater. She licked her lips, her nostrils flaring when my hand went to the button of my jeans. I only popped it open before bending to pull one of her nipples into my mouth.

A curse fell from her pretty mouth, her fingers locking in my hair as if to hold me against her forever. I allowed it only because I desired a long, sensuous taste of her. She murmured words of approval when I switched breasts and ran my hands down her sides to play with the top of her pants.

Her button unlatched with a flick of my thumb, then I dragged her zipper down.

She hadn’t worn anything beneath her clothes, making this a beautiful experience. Going forward, I’d have to hide all her lingerie because I liked her bare beneath the clothes.

I kissed a path downward, pausing at her belly button to dip my tongue inside while meeting her burning gaze. “More, Grigory.”

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