I licked and sucked at her, drinking my fill. She was warm honey in my mouth, down my throat. Her pussy clenched around my tongue as I drove it up into her. The scent of her, the taste of her was a pleasure all of its own, tightening my stomach, wearing at the edges of my control.
I nicked her with my fang, then sucked. Hard. Damn, she was even sweeter down here.
“Hawke!” she cried.
I licked the tiny cut closed and sat back, tsking at her, putting every ounce of my concentration into slowing the beat of my heart.
Her eyes flared wide with surprise, then narrowed on me as I finished off the whiskey.
“Pissed-off little Princess isn’t getting her way.” I picked up an ice cube and trailed it from her belly button to the tip of her cleft. “Even when you’re angry, I get turned on. You make my cock so fucking hard for you.”
“Then fuck me!” she exclaimed, her wrists tugging at the cuffs.
I slid the ice cube inside her.
She threw her head back, her throat working as she clawed for control. The ice melted in her heat, shrinking to the size of a grape as my fingers worked her G-spot. I popped the ice into my mouth and thrust my tongue into her, fucking her with light flicks and deep stabs.
She fucking shook.
I licked her clit, then sucked it against the fading sliver of ice.
Her breaths were lightning quick, and her clit was swollen and pink. She was close. “Ask me to let you come.”
“Let me come!” She rocked her hips.
“I said ask me.” I licked her from entrance to clit and bit back my own moan.
“Please, let me come!”
“Beg me.” Two words I never thought I’d say to this female. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her.
“Hawke, please, please, please, for the love of God, let me come!” Her voice broke.
“No.” I stood and pushed the stool back a few feet with my foot, dropping the empty glass on the cushion.
She gasped and sagged against the cross, her eyes tracking me with laser precision.
“Damn, I can smell you from here.” I lifted my holster off my shoulders, then set the sheaths on the floor. My thigh sleeves came off next. “Lemongrass and jasmine. I smell you in my dreams, Princess. I could pick you out of a room by scent alone. You make my fucking mouth water to taste you, to fuck you, to hear you scream out my name.”
Her breathing was ragged, but she still lifted her chin as I closed the distance between us.
I stripped out of my shirt, and her gaze fell to my torso. I bent over and retrieved one of my blades, then walked back to her. She watched me with zero hesitation in her gaze and every expectation.
“I hope you weren’t fond of this.” I sliced through one strap of her bra. “It’s sexy as hell, though. Everything about you is sexy.” Another slice and the other strap fell away. “You have no idea how hard it is going out and patrolling, knowing that you’re waiting for me to come home and fuck you to sleep.”
Her breath rattled, and I paused, my blade against the delicate skin between her breasts. I met her pleading gaze and then slid the knife through the lace. Her bra fell to the floor. She was completely bare, completely buzzed with need, and completely mine.
I bent to suck and nip at one nipple, then stood and shucked off my pants and shoes, leaving me just as naked as she was. The blade I left with its sheath. I already had plenty of sharp edges to play with.
My skin met hers, and that pop of electricity shot through me at the contact. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she moaned.
“You have me.” I gripped the base of my cock and stroked, letting a moan slide past my lips.
“I want you to fuck me.”
That got my attention. “I love it when dirty things come out of that pretty little mouth. Makes me want to fuck it.” I kissed her, hard, then nudged my cock at her entrance and thrust home in one hard snap of my hips. She was a damned inferno around me, clamping down tight. “So. Fucking. Good.”
“Yes!”
“Don’t come, Princess. Not until I tell you to,” I ordered. Then I fucked her with long, hard strokes, each push of my hips taking her off the tips of her toes and setting her back down again.
Each stroke was heaven and hell, pushing me to the edge of my control as I drove into her again and again.
She trembled as I kissed her, her body tight. Every time her breathing hitched, telling me she was close, I backed off with lazy strokes, and when her orgasm died back down, I ground my pelvis into hers with every thrust, bringing her right back to the breaking point.