Finally he let out a soft curse and caught her hair to make her lift her head. “Enough, witch.”
He was staring down at her, his eyes dark with need. Knowing the expression in her own eyes was one of hunger, of craving, Madeline gazed steadily back at him, this beautiful man who made her heart and soul ache.
Desire throbbed thick and heavy between them as Rayne’s gaze traveled from her wet lips to her bare breasts, to the taut nipples that were already straining for his touch.
“Come here,” he demanded.
Not giving her time to refuse, he grasped her shoulders and drew her up, pulling her astride his thighs. Madeline, however, had no intention of denying the deep, powerful longing inside her. Her body burned for the completing fullness of before, the bliss of being joined to Rayne in the most intimate way possible. She was dizzy with wanting him.
Pleasure, desire, need, all driving her on, Madeline eased herself over him, preparing to mount him, but to her surprise, Rayne stopped her.
“No,” he warned at her eagerness. “Slowly. Hover over the tip of my cock … tease me first. Then without warning plunge onto me.”
Holding his gaze, she lowered herself slightly, rubbing her slick, swollen sex against the hard, thick ridge of his member. It gratified her to see the flames that sparked in his eyes.
Vowing to outlast his control, she held herself there, just hovering over the tip of his throbbing erection, barely touching, teasing the sensitive crown with her sleek heat. Taunting him further, Madeline arched her back, her breasts thrusting out to graze his mouth, the nipples pebbled and hard.
The difficulty, however, was that her brazen movements were arousing her as much as they were him.
Rayne must have seen the feverish desire in her eyes, for he reached down between their bodies and cupped his hand against her cleft, stroking her provocatively.
Her nerves shook.
“Want me?” he ground out.
Yes, she wanted him. She wanted desperately to feel him silky and hot inside her. She was already wet and aching for him.
“So what do you intend to do about it?”
Needing no further invitation, she sank down to envelop his shaft, impaling herself. The tight, glorious fit of his hard flesh in the slick softness of hers sent a fierce rush of renewed pleasure spiraling through Madeline—and evidently Rayne as well. He swore beneath his breath as her feminine sheath enveloped him.
She felt the shudder that went through him, wracking his body, and her sense of power swelled further, along with her own arousal.
His jaw clenched with need as his hands closed over her buttocks. He held her there for a moment, then lifted her and brought her back down so that he could thrust even more deeply inside her.
Then, to her bewilderment, he suddenly inhaled a ragged breath and gripped her hips to hold her still.
“You have too much control,” Rayne muttered hoarsely under his breath.
Reaching for the wine, he repositioned the goblet to clear a space on the table’s surface. Even more surprisingly, he slid his hands beneath her buttocks for support and stood up with her, then turned and set her on the edge of the table beside the wineglass.
Madeline clung to him, scarcely believing he meant to withdraw from her when her body was so primed for him.
Thankfully, he didn’t; Rayne kept his thick shaft planted firmly inside her.
“Lie back,” he instructed.
He meant to take her on the table, she realized in gratitude. Madeline obeyed, although she was trembling enough that he had to help her.
When she was splayed before him, his pulsing hardness holding her pressed wide open, he continued watching her. His glance seared her skin, just as if he was caressing her with his lips, with his warm breath. Then raising her hand, he drew her forefinger into his mouth, suckling, all the while making no effort to disguise his blatant appraisal of her body.
Madeline gasped as he made love to each of her fingers one by one. The erotic caresses, combined with his sensual scrutiny and the feel of his rigid heat deep inside her, made her loins throb even more fiercely. The sensations were feverishly intense, with all that barely leashed vitality focused on her.
A moment later, however, Rayne changed tactics. Releasing her hand, he reached for her rib cage and slid his thumbs upward to brush the underside of her breasts, shooting fiery sparks through Madeline.
When he pinched one nipple into an obedient pout, she clenched her teeth. “Do you mean to torment me?” she rasped.
His slow smile was part wolfish, wholly enticing. “Oh, yes. Exactly as you are tormenting me.”