From Enemy's Daughter to Expectant Bride (The Billionaires of Blackcastle 1) - Page 12

“Give me your promise.”

“Wh-what promise?”

“That you’ll spend the night in my arms.”

“Oh...”

She really had to stop saying that!

“Then after this night, the next night. And the next.”

Throat closing at his intensity, she murmured, “Wouldn’t you want to see how one night goes before committing to more?”

“I know how this night will go. I will pleasure you to within an inch of your life, make it impossible for you not to crave more.” At her head shake his eyebrow rose again, what she felt certain sent powerful men cowering. “How can you think this won’t happen?”

“Because I have no idea if I can make it impossible for you not to crave more nights.”

“Have I blown a fuse in there with too much pleasure already?” One finger gently tapped her temple, his smile lazy assurance itself. “It’s the only explanation as to why you’d even consider something so ludicrous.”

“If you say so,” she mumbled.

“I do. Now give me your promise.” At her hesitation, he frowned. “Are you worried I might turn out to be a nutcase?”

She coughed. “That is one thing that didn’t even cross my mind.”

“So you’re saying you trust me?” He dragged his teeth along her neck like a vampire searching for the sweetest spot for a bite. Her head fell back, giving him the exposure he needed to find the best one.

A shudder of acute pleasure shook her whole frame as he took that nip. “I’m saying I couldn’t even think about anything beyond what you made me feel. If you didn’t notice, I haven’t exactly been functioning on any logical level since you...‘summoned me.’”

He raised his head, pure male satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “No, you haven’t. But neither have I.”

It was so gratifying that he confessed her equal effect on him so openly. “I was and still am operating purely on instinct.”

“And your instincts are telling you to trust me?”

“I can’t explain it—” she dived into him again, nodding against his hot-velvet flesh “—but they do.” She looked up, whispering what felt like a pledge. “I do trust you.”

His eyes blazed in response. “Implicitly?”

She nodded again.

“You won’t freak out when I make unusual demands in bed?”

Her eyes grew wider as his filled with that predator’s gleam that made her pulse race in anticipation.

Still, she had to ask. “Define unusual.”

“Unusual in quantity...not quality.” Before she could tell him that wasn’t much better, he added, “At least, not too unusual in quality.”

“There you go again with unrealistic expectations.”

His lips twisted. “You think I’m false advertising?”

“It’s me who has performance...or rather conformance anxiety. I don’t think I can meet your demands in quantity. It’s out of the question I could in quality.”

“Just leave everything to me. As you’ve done so far.” He took her on his lap, caressing her all over. “Any complaints?”

“Only one.” She fidgeted over the massive hardness beneath her, the simmering inside her flaring up again. “That you seem to have created a monster.”

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