Volatile Love (The Gilded Sovereign 2)

“So, I’m in control tonight?” I ask.

With a satisfied smirk on his lips, I watch as Etienne unbuttons his shirt, slowly and methodically. He’s taunting me because the moment the first three buttons are undone, he stops. The smooth, tanned flesh that teases me from the small V is more than I can take, and I reach for the material of his shirt. Fisting either side, I tug hard, with strength I didn’t realize I had.

Buttons burst in all directions, clinking against the wooden furniture—the vanity, the chair, even the bedroom door—an echo of need bursting around us.

“There’s my little wolf,” Etienne nods, allowing me to slip the shirt over his shoulders. The material whooshes to the floor, and soon, I’m met with the chiseled peaks and valleys of his toned torso.

He presses his finger along my nose, trailing from between my brows, down to the tip of my nose. The motion has me closing my eyes. A belt buckle clanks, and then the hiss of a zipper echoes around me.

It doesn’t take him long to touch my nose again, silently telling me to look now. The moment my eyes open, he’s no longer in front of me, but his warmth is coming from behind me. I feel every part of him wrapped around me, and I can’t help smiling. I don’t want to move, I want him to stay in this position for all of eternity, but I also want to kiss him, taste him.

I turn in his arms and glance up at Etienne’s dark eyes. There’s a lock of hair that’s lying across his forehead, and the shimmer of the light on the dark locks makes him look even more formidable as he looms over me.

Even though he’s friendly to everyone, and often has a mischievous smile, there’s an underlying darkness that he hides.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I arch a brow in question, causing him to pull back and watch me for a moment before he pulls me closer and crashes his mouth to mine. His heat cocoons me, as his hands trail down over my hips, cupping my ass, eliciting a whimper from me when he squeezes.

“Keep making those sounds and I’ll be the one eating you all night,” he growls against my lips, and I tease him by flicking my tongue over his lips, earning myself another feral grunt.

“Oh? Is that a promise?” I purr in his ear, biting the lobe in order to taunt him, and it worked. The next second I’m in the air, being thrown onto the soft mattress. I bounce a couple of times before Etienne’s body is shadowing mine. He leans over me, pressing me into the mattress. “I think you’re the wolf here tonight.”

He kisses my mouth, my cheeks, trailing down to my jawline and then my neck. He sucks the flesh hard, grazing his teeth over it, and I can’t help but cry out as my hips lift toward his.

“My little wolf really is hungry,” he taunts. Moving lower, he slips his hands under the tank top I’m wearing to find me braless. He doesn’t waste time tweaking my nipples until they’re hard and needy, and it’s as if he knows my body better than I do, because seconds later, his mouth is on me.

He sucks each hardened bud into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him to make me forget. I want him to take away all the memories of what I’ve been through—life, family, and all the lies.

He moves down, pulling on my sweatpants and panties, and soon enough, they’re on the floor with the rest of our clothes. Etienne taunts me by placing soft, butterfly kisses on my ankles.

Then he moves over my calves, peppering me with soft, warm breaths and alternating kisses. The heat of his movements and the desire that’s twisting in my gut have me wet for him.

Now that there’s no material separating us, I can’t help but ache deep inside to be filled by him. But that’s not in his plan, not right now anyway, because he’s keeping his promise.

He moves to my center, between my thighs, where he slowly inhales my scent, which causes me to blush shyly. His nose lingers near me, close, but not close enough. I need contact of some sort, but Etienne knows this, and he uses it to his advantage.

His dark, hungry gaze lands on me, meeting my own lust-filled stare. “Are you ready, little wolf?”

I nod. I can’t find words, so this will have to do, and he doesn’t wait any longer. He closes his lips around me, sucking and licking. He pulls my clit between his lips grazing the nub with his teeth, eliciting a mewl from me as my back arches off the mattress.