Page 69 of Decadence

“It is, isn’t it?” Through the tension, he smiled. “I might not show it very well, but the torture you put me through is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. When I am able to see you again… after the surgery… I will not be able to restrain myself.”

Oh.

“I will be here, Sienna. I will wait for you, and when you are ready, I will show you what it means to be Claimed. You will not know what hit you.”

Oh god. “Y-you seem awfully sure of yourself.”

“I know what I want.” He leaned in and kissed her. A electric tingle went through her as his holo-lips pressed against hers. “I believe you do, too, but I am patient. You can, you know.”

“Can what?”

“Take your pleasure. If the sight of me pleases you, then show me.”

“You’re saying I should…” Her mouth went wide. Her need became a powerful ache. Beneath her soft, silken robes, her nipples were taut and sensitive, longing for his touch. Her clit throbbed.

Her whole body was primed and ready for him.

And he knew it.

He was suffering too. He couldn’t lay a hand on her, and yet he wanted her to please herself before his very eyes.

It was an outrageously wicked invitation.

He had her trapped.

You are a devious man, Commander.

She searched for any trace of mockery in his features, but all she saw was a man who was completely under her spell.

And he wanted this.

There was no way she could refuse.

Not when her body was already calling for him.

It had been so long.

So long since she’d wanted another, and never as powerfully as this.

Sienna slipped her fingers beneath the edge of her panties. Her fingertips traced over her warm skin, through a fine nest of hair and down to her clit, which was throbbing like crazy.

She made a tight little circle with her index finger, tracing around her exquisitely sensitive little pearl.

Without the thin barrier of her panties, her own touch was amplified a hundredfold, and a bud of pure pleasure unfurled in her core, obliterating the last coherent thought from her mind.

It felt like she’d come under the spell of the most intoxicating drug ever created.

A raw, throaty moan escaped her lips.

She stared at Ikriss.

He clasped his hands together and leaned back in his chair. The shadows seemed to embrace him, pooling in the hollows of his face and neck; melding with his obsidian uniform, shrouding his golden gaze. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmured.

The molten tones of his voice seeped through her, heightening her desire to a fever-pitch.

She dipped her fingers between her slick folds, closing her eyes as she imagined what it would be like to have him close; to feel his warm silver skin beneath her fingertips, to run her hands over his honed body, to have him inside her…

How badly she wanted him right now.

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