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Did I really say that?

As my cheeks turned pink from my brazen response, I placed my hands on his chest right as he hiked my legs up around his waist in one swift motion. I gripped his shirt to keep from falling.

Before I could register what was going on, we were moving down the hallway toward his bedroom. There was something about the way that he handled me that had me shaken at my core—in the best way possible. Sofuckinghot. His touch was possessive, as if he owned every fragment of my being, yet mindful and careful at the same time.

The door closed behind us, and he pressed me against it, pulling my top over my head in one swift move.

I exhaled softly as his hands found my breasts. His fingers brushed over my skin, toying around the fabric of my bra, before he kissed my shoulder, teasing the edge of my strap with his teeth. Leaning back against the door, one hand still clutching his shirt, I ran the other down the length of his torso. Dorian’s body shuddered under my touch, and a low growl escaped his lips.

He lifted me again and sat me down on the bed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he whispered. He reached behind me, undid the hooks, and pulled off my bra, revealing my breasts and pert nipples. When the cool air hit my flesh, I shivered.

“And there goes my bra,” I breathed. Dorian balled it up in his hand and tossed it aside, then moved his focus to the button of my jeans. His eyes were admiring and worshiping as they washed over my naked chest.

“If I’m going to see you completely naked, everything must come off,” he growled.

With my ass on the edge of the bed, he pulled my pants down over my hips. I lifted them up so he could pull one leg and then the other free. He dropped my jeans on the floor and ran his hands up and down the length of my legs, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I’ll be honest with you, Dorian. If you hesitate, I might change my mind.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t want him, but my conscious self, or maybe it was the spell, was fighting with the other part of my brain, and I was afraid the one that wanted him between my legs wouldn’t win.

“Three hundred and thirty years, Mercy. That’s how long since I’ve been inside you.” A smile creased his dimples. “I’m not going to hesitate.”

“Then take off all your clothes so I can see you,” I said, my arousal evident in my voice.

With a playful smile, he tore his shirt off, then unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped toward me, his cock hard against his abdomen. I drank in the sight of his naked body. This new to me, untouched body—the body that was mine in another life.

The dips and curves, the corded muscle under his skin, the faint freckle on his shoulder. Dorian was utterly beautiful.

“I need to touch you,” I whispered and reached for him.

“No,” he said and pulled my hands away. “You don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to guide this. I’ve dreamed of this for too long, babe. There are many things I want to do to you, Mercy, and you’re going to enjoy every single one of them.”

I stared at him.What is he doing?

“Sit back, put your hands behind your head, and open your legs for me,” he ordered. The look in his eyes showed he meant every single word. He wasn’t joking around. “And watch.”

I bit my bottom lip, trying to hold back my smile. It felt as if it would have been a dangerous move on my end now that he was so intense.

Slowly, I raised my hands to my head and interlaced my fingers. My cheeks burned as I cleared my throat.

“It must be driving you crazy that you’re not in control right now, huh?” he asked with a slight chuckle, kneeling in front of me. His lips found my knee, leaving a soft kiss there.

I bit my bottom lip. “I might get used to it.” As he demanded, I watched.

He wrapped his hands around my ankles and kissed the inside of my thighs. I gasped and tilted my head back, hoping he’d go further.

As abruptly as he started, he stopped. My entire body protested, my gaze focusing on him again.

“I said watch, Mercy. If you don’t watch, Iwillstop,” he stated, and then he pushed me back until I was lost in the pillows. I spread my legs as he’d commanded, trying to steady myself as he kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs again. The sight of that alone would have been enough to make me come.

It felt like fucking torture.

The torture that he increased by lingering there, not going any further. I wanted to scream, but I had to keep my hands behind my head.

“Please …” I couldn’t help it. I begged.

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