Gleam (The Plated Prisoner 3)

She squeaks in surprise as I carry her, but both of her legs automatically come up to squeeze my waist. She feels so damn perfect that I consider just taking her like this, with her hoisted in my arms.

Next time.

For now, I want to worship her body on the soft mattress like she deserves. I want to wring out every drop of pleasure I can. I set her down on the bed so I can—

CRACK!

With another feminine squeal, Auren goes pitching to the left toward the headboard and probably would’ve ended up in the splintered bed frame if I hadn’t quickly pinned her in place with my own body.

The two of us look over at the head of the bed that’s now collapsed down, the whole thing tilted. There’s also a gaping hole where my pillow used to be. It broke straight through the mattress and the frame, landing with a resounding metal clang while feathers from the mattress flutter down around us.

“Think the gold pillow is going to break through the stone floor too?” I ask curiously.

Her brows pull into an adorable frown. “I’m sure it’s fine,” she quickly says, though she doesn’t sound convinced of that at all.

With a smirk, I cup her face and pull it back to me again, wanting her full attention. “You know, that wasn’t the way I envisioned we’d break my bed.”

A beautiful blush bronzes her cheeks, and she lets out a little laugh, but my attention dips lower. With her beneath me like this, my cock is so hard I’m surprised it’s not ripping through the seam of my pants.

She licks her lips as I lift up on my knees braced on either side of her. I brush her hair away from her breasts, finally seeing what I only had teasing peeks at before. The sight of her makes something surge in me, an almost animalistic drive to claim her.

Hair fanning around her head, eyes filled with lust, lush lips parted, and breasts moving up and down in time with her fast breaths. I look down at this gorgeous creature, and all I can do is stare. Stare and pray to the gods that I can memorize every inch of her. I want this vision burned into my mind for all eternity.

I lift her leg, my hands trailing over her calf and up to her thigh. I drag her stocking down slowly, wanting to appreciate each exposed part of her soft skin. I do the same to the other leg, relishing in the way she shivers as I pull them the rest of the way off.

To my surprise, she directs two of her ribbons to come down and start pulling her panties off. “Impatient again?” I tease.

“Yes,” she says seriously before the ribbons toss them away, and words flee from my mind as I stare down at her.

She’s completely nude, everything revealed to me, body glistening in the light of the low burning fire.

“You’re fucking perfection,” I growl, unable to keep the roughness out of my voice. Not when her breasts look like they’re aching to be touched, her dusky nipples hard and wanting. Not with her spread out in front of me like a feast, looking better than every fantasy I’ve ever had of her.

I reach down to pluck up one of the loose feathers from the broken mattress and drag it between her breasts, making another shiver travel down her skin. “If I were an artist, I’d paint you just like this.”

She laughs, the sound like music to my ears, and I can’t help but swoop down to swallow it up. She moans into my mouth as my tongue dips in, at the same time that I slip my other hand between her thighs to find what’s waiting for me.

Heat.

Delicious, sinful, wet heat. Another groan escapes me, and I grow impossibly harder in my pants. Auren is going to bring me to my knees. But who would complain with a view like this?

“You’re already wet for me,” I say against her lips before I kiss my way down her throat. I want to take her. Hard, slow, fast, lying down, against a wall, I don’t fucking care. I just want to make her mine.

She lets out a noise low in her throat. “Slade, please.”

“Please, what?”

Her eyes flutter. “Are you going to make me say it?”

A grin takes over my face. “Yep.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

I shrug. “I want you writhing. I want your blissful moans in my ear. But I also want that pretty mouth to whisper the wicked words I want to hear.”

“You’re very demanding.”

“I warned you.”