Page 58 of Empire of Dark
I had and he knew it.
So why wasn’t he taking advantage? This was his moment. His victory.
Not moving away, not moving forward. He hung in the chasm of inaction while my body was screaming for his touch.
His body finally jerked into motion and he took the cuff and leaned forward, clamping it around my upper arm.
He took a deep breath, looking to steel himself and he met my eyes. “You’re not an innocent, Ada. The way your body writhed under my hands last night, it knew full well what pleasure was and was greedy for it. You are not an innocent.”
“I never said I was—why in the world would you think that?” My voice rough, the air couldn’t fully expel from my lungs.
Still close to me, his hand lifted, his fingers going to my hairline, tracing it down along the side of my face. Too incredibly gentle for how rough I wanted his hands on me. “I was told you were.”
Triaten. Triaten must have told him that. Made me sound like I was more than I was so Damen would accept me.
But now…now he didn’t want me. If he did, he would already be all over me.
I met his look. “You were told that by someone who doesn’t know the whole story.”
“What is the story?”
I shook my head. He would never get that story. Not the full of it, anyway. “It doesn’t matter. Suffice it to say, it was a very long time ago. More than a hundred years. So it is of no consequence now.”
His eyes narrowed at me. Still trying to read me. “No one has touched you in a hundred years?”
I shook my head, my breath lodged in my throat. “You are going to send me away, ask for another breeder now?”
The slightest smile quirked his lips, making him look almost like a little kid. This hard, brutal man, but a little mirth across his lips and he was someone else.
He shook his head. “No. I just wanted to know how gentle I needed to be with you. For if you were an innocent?—”
“I’m not. I’m not glass. Not innocent. Not breakable.” I leaned toward him, my lips feathering across his. “And I don’t like gentle.”
His hand wrapped around the back of my neck in an instant, gripping me as he crushed into me, our lips meeting, ravenous and greedy.
It didn’t take even a second before an odd energy started sparking between us—like frantic fireflies caught in a bottle. Energy so real and visceral I could taste it on my tongue, feel it like humming electricity running through my marrow.
What the hell?
Whatever it was, it ran madcap through my body, only to collect in my core, my folds tingling, wet heat soaking me. True, I hadn’t been touched in a century, but this was something I’d never felt before.
Just a kiss. One ravaging kiss and I was lost.
Without breaking the kiss, he kicked his chair out from under him, his hold on the back of my neck pulling me upright, merely so he could grab me by the waist and set me on the edge of thetable. His arm swept out to clear the plates and glasses from the table behind me, glass shattering as it dropped to the floor.
My breath already heaving, he pulled away from my lips, his tongue traveling down along my neck, his fingers diving under my tank to push it and my sports bra up over my head.
Cool air hit my nipples, hardening them, and he dove down, his mouth attacking my right breast first. Tongue sweeping across the nipple, swirling around it and peaking it into a hard nub. His teeth slipped over the bud and set the slightest pressure on it.
Pain, just enough to make me feel it, to know he held my pleasure in his hands.
I’d never experienced pain as foreplay, but damned if a groan didn’t rip from my chest, my body arching into him, begging for more. He chuckled against my skin, his breath warm, and he moved onto my neglected left nipple.
He took longer this time, teasing the bud into a straining hard peak before he bit down, rolling the tip of the nipple between his teeth, harder than before.
A shock of pain that shot straight down to my core, and I gasped, my body squirming.
Hell, I wanted him—faster than he intended. He had been right weeks ago—Iwasripe—and I was currently desperate to get his cock in me.