“Annick...”
She pressed her body against his, her face determined. “Take me. Make me yours. You. Whoever he is. The King. Maximus. Someone in between. Or someone much further in the dark. I want to be yours. In a way that no one else ever has been. I want to know you. All of you.”
“I have blood on my hands,” he said.
“If that is so, let me see it. If that is so, let me decide if I’m strong enough.”
“I would spare you.”
“Life has not spared me. I was never innocent. You know this. I was created as something strong enough to handle you. Do not dishonor that. Do not dishonor my pain by trying to protect that which is not there.”
He growled, unable to resist. Unable to stop himself now. It was done. The thing inside of him loosed. And he grabbed her face, gripped her chin and held her steady as he lowered his head for a kiss. As he consumed her. Claimed her as his own. As he made her his.
She gasped, arching against him as they kissed.
“I want you to be my prisoner now,” he said. “How do you like that? How would you like it?” He kissed her neck, all the way down her delicate throat, where he bit her. And she gasped. “Mine. What does that make me? A man who would take you prisoner all over again.”
“But I would choose it.” She put her hands in front of her, holding her wrists together. And he wrenched his tie from his neck and bound her quickly. Efficiently. A kick of desire ran through him as he saw her like that. A willing supplicant bound for his every desire.
“To your knees.”
She obeyed, and he felt... Like there was a knife pressed against his flesh. Pushing deep. Pushing him to see how far he could go. How far he could take this. He began to disrobe. Removing his shirt. Removing the rest of his clothes slowly. Determinedly.
And she knelt there, a pair of white lace panties across her hips, and that black tie a dark slash against her pale wrists.
“Take me into your mouth.”
She straightened up, obeying, using her mouth to pleasure him.
“Come now. You can still use your hands.”
She raised her bound wrists, cupping his length with her hands as she continued to pleasure him with her tongue.
“Yes, this is what I will do with my prisoner. She will see to my pleasure. To my moods. What do you think of that? Will you enjoy that, my Queen? Being available for my every need? My every desire?”
“I’m yours,” she said. “Gladly.” And she continued on. Giving to him all that he asked, all that he demanded. He put his hand on the back of her head and began to thrust his hips forward in time with her movements. She made a small sound, but continued to pleasure him. And when he felt his own desire rise to the point that he could no longer hold back, he knew that he should leave her be.
He should not finish it this way. But she wanted the beast. She wanted all of him. She would have him.
He growled, releasing then, and when it was over, she looked up at him, a light of satisfaction in her eyes. “What else do you desire of me?”
He picked her up, carried her to the bed then, laid her out before him, spreading her like she was a delicious feast. It would not take him long to be ready again. That release had not been sufficient to drown out the ache in his gut that existed only for Annick.
“A glutton for punishment?”
“I told you I was a glutton,” she said. “It is not my fault you do not believe. Not my fault that you insist on treating me as if I am fragile. Perhaps, had I not been kept in a dungeon, there would’ve been a great many lovers before you.”
He growled, pinning her to the bed. “But I would’ve been your last.”
“Would you?”
“Yes,” he said, looking at her with all the ferocity that he felt building in his soul. “And you know what? I’m glad there were no others. Because you are mine.” He put his hand between her legs. “Mine.”
“Then the return is true. Me, I am possessive. And if this possession is good for you, then it is also good for me.”
“Very good.” He parted her slick lips with his fingers and pushed one deep inside of her. Watching as her face contorted with pleasure. As he teased her. Loving the silken feel of her. Loving that he was the only man ever to touch her like this. That he would be the only one ever.
He let that sense of possession run wild inside of him. Oh, this woman. How she called to him. How she tempted him, teased and tormented him. He wished to bury himself in her and never come back from it. He wanted to send them both into oblivion. Where there was nothing else and no one else. Nothing but them. Ever.