Crimson Kiss (Onyx Assassins 5)

“Hawke!” She ground her hips in frustration when I retreated.

“You have to learn to ask for what you want, Avi.” My fangs scraped down the curve of her breast. There was a vein there that I wanted to drink from, wanted to leave a mark on, but not tonight…not ever.

“I want you to touch me!” she snapped in frustration.

I grinned against her skin, but it was pained. “Good girl. How?”

“You know how!” Her grip in my hair turned deliciously painful, and I lifted my face to hers, nipping her bottom lip.

“I do know how,” I admitted, letting my tongue skim the curve of her lower lip.

“Then do it!” There was a frantic plea in her gorgeous blue eyes.

“Not until you ask for it.” I gave her a ghost of a kiss. “There’s so many ways to please you in this room, Avianna. So many ways to bring you to orgasm. My hands. My mouth. My cock.” Not that she’d ever get the last one. It seemed to hear my defiant thoughts and began to throb with my pulse, pushing against my leathers. I kept the damn thing strangled.

Her breath hitched. “Yes to all.” Then she kissed me.

It wasn’t the shy, unsure kiss we’d shared days ago. I’d taught her well, and she used all of it against me. Her tongue toyed with mine, stroking and retreating, stoking the fire that burned between us.

Fire like this wasn’t average, or even normal, but I couldn't tell her that. I’d been fucking females for longer than I cared to remember, and I’d never felt need like this. What we had between us was a chemical fire. There was no amount of water that could extinguish it.

I knew in that moment that even taking her, filling her, fucking her wouldn’t be enough. There was no let’s get it out of our systems. She was embedded in my system, in my blood, and there was no sating this kind of desire. I would spend the rest of my immortal existence wishing I was back in this moment.

I growled and took control of the kiss, my fingers splaying through her hair as I fucked her mouth in time with the rolling thrusts of my hips.

Her hands fell to the leather straps that ran down my chest and she used them for leverage, tugging me harder against her. I hadn't even removed my daggers, and she didn’t seem to mind. The fact that she always took me exactly how I was, never asking me to change, to soften my harder edges, is what kept me exactly where I was—under her.

“Touch me,” she repeated against my mouth.

“Tell me where.”

“God, Hawke!” She rested her forehead against mine, her eyebrows puckered. “Do I have to say it?”

“Yes.” I slid one hand down her back and palmed her waist. She was so petite everywhere, so delicate, and yet so strong. The mixture was electrifying.

“I’ve already given you consent.” The statement was breathy. Her pulse was quick. It wouldn’t take her much to send her over the edge.

“I’m well aware.”

“Then why make me—”

“It’s about power, Princess.” My fingers trailed the dip in her waist, the soft curve of her stomach, the dip of her belly button. “You have to know what you want, what you like, and be bold enough to demand your fulfillment.”

A corner of her mouth lifted. “As if you’d ever let me have the power.”

“You would be amazed at what I would let you have if you were daring enough to ask for it.” The female could completely turn the tables on me and I knew it. “And yes, I keep control in here, especially when it comes to you. But it won’t always be…me.” My fangs descended again, as if they’d sensed an enemy, a threat to keeping my mate in my lap. “And I can just get you off, Avi, never doubt that. But I’d rather teach you to take what’s yours.”

“And if I want you to treat me like I’m just like any other female you’ve taken?” she challenged, licking her lips in pure provocation.

“I could never disrespect you like that.” Just the thought of cuffing her to the St Andrews cross I kept in my private space made my cock surge and my head spin.

Anger flashed in her eyes, but I rocked upward, rubbing my cock against her pussy, and she moaned, long and low.

“Tell. Me. What. You. Want.” I punctuated each word with a kiss at her throat, along her jaw, and nipped her earlobe.

“I need you to touch me,” she whispered.

We were going in circles. I took her hand from my hair and put it on top of the one I had resting at her belly. “If you can’t say it, show me.”

Our gazes locked. Her fingers trembled, but she slid my hand down her soft stomach to the elastic of her panties. If I had to bet, I would have guessed they were silk, and matched her robe, but I couldn’t look away from her eyes, not when she looked at me with such blatant…hunger.