give up when it would be from you?' He felt crazed with lust. Curiosity goaded him. He threw his hands up, pacing in long strides. 'Seeing you on your knees when I've never had—'
'Had what?' When he said nothing, just stilled and ran his hand over the back of his neck, she asked softly, 'You've never had that?'
Sebastian looked away sharply, unwilling to admit it to her, and unable to deny it.
He isn't denying it? Kaderin's lips parted. He's never experienced that?
The idea shocked her. Then it stirred her, making shivers dance up her spine.
I could be his first.
She could admit that her anger had come partly from thwarted desire. When the wet material of his pants had hugged his thick shaft in front of her, she'd grown weak with humiliation and heat because she'd wanted to taste him. Now that arousal roared to life once more.
To be a male's first at anything? She tilted her head at him. 'Have you... imagined me doing it to you?'
He scowled as if her question was absurd.
'I see.' He seemed volatile, seething inside. She felt as if she'd cornered a wounded bear and needed to move gingerly. 'Why would you give away the opportunity?'
He snapped, 'Because it's not over with us!'
She drew back her head. 'Even after Colombia?'
He crossed to her. 'Tonight, at the minefield, you were different. It's... just not over.'
At his words, a well of emotion swept her up. Desire, yes, but now she could admit there was much more. Sebastian had wanted to be cruel to her—clearly had needed to be.
Yet he couldn't.
Even when he craved this pleasure so badly, he couldn't force her to do it.
Suddenly, tenderness for him threatened to overwhelm her. So much so that the thought of him yearning all these years for something he'd never experienced made her ache as well. She found it unbearable to think of him wondering what it would be like with her.
She'd desired the merciless man she'd gazed up at in the rain, but she also hungered for the man here before her now with vulnerability in his eyes. 'What if I wanted to do it?' She nibbled her bottom lip. 'Would you still like me to?'
She saw him go hard as steel again. 'I... only... only if you wanted to.'
Oh, she did. She lifted her hand to stroke his face tenderly. He closed his eyes briefly at her touch. And I'm going to make it so damn good. If he'd waited his entire life for it, she'd guarantee it would be worth the wait.
And, of course, she had to live up to her careless bragging. 'Worship,' Kaderin? Well, actually... She recalled a scene she'd inadvertently witnessed long ago. She'd crept into a dark warlock's harem to free a witch who'd found good favor with the Valkyrie. The Valkyrie weren't susceptible to spells, but this warlock had been powerful and Kaderin had been alone. She'd found a hiding place to stay until everyone went to sleep.
She'd ultimately waited till dawn. Because one of his concubines had pleasured him for hour after hour in a most original manner.
Kaderin had filed the idea away, thinking, One day, if I find those desires again, I'd really like to try this.
That time was now. She wanted to give Sebastian an experience to remember—for eternity. An immortal version of what he'd fantasized about. 'I do want to, Bastian.' Now she laced her arms around his neck. 'But I have conditions.'
A hint of a wounded half-grin. 'You always have conditions.'
'I think you can live with these.'
Ten minutes later, Sebastian found himself chained to Kaderin's bed.
He should have seen that wicked glint in her eyes and traced the other way.
But she'd been giving him soft kisses with those ruby lips as she'd smoothed her palms over his chest and torso. When she'd asked him to give her five minutes to get ready, he'd obliged and left the bedroom. He'd been kicking off his boots when she'd come to take his hand, stroking it sensuously with her thumb. She'd tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling at him over her shoulder as she led him to her bed.
Did he ask what she'd done in her room? Hell, no. At that point, and after that bewitching smile, if she'd murmured, 'I'm leading you into the fiery depths of hell,' he'd have followed dumbly.
Then they'd lain on the bed, slowly kissing again. The way she would give soft moans into his mouth maddened him. When she lapped her tongue against his, he couldn't stop imagining how it would feel on his cock...
Then he'd suddenly found one wrist shackled to a chain she'd stretched under her bed. 'What the bloody hell—?'
'Bastian, it's a condition of this deal.'
Warnings had arisen. This is not wise. They'd just been fighting. They'd resolved nothing between them. But he knew he could break free if need be. He could trace free. Why would she want this?
Then she'd smiled once more, that seductive curl of her lips, and he could no longer think of anything but sliding his shaft between them. He let her chain the other wrist.
When he was secured, she'd surveyed him with eyes gone silver and licked her lips.
And one second ago, he'd watched in astonishment as she clawed his pants off, leaving him without a thread on.
'I imagined this that first morning with you,' she said, pressing her lips to his torso. Her damp hair grazed over his skin, making him shudder with pleasure. 'Imagined ripping off your pants to get my mouth on your shaft.'
He groaned in disbelief, wondering if he'd die of ecstasy when he felt her warm breaths going lower. If this was a dream, he'd be damned if he would wake. After nuzzling the trail of hair leading down from his navel, she glanced up. 'Are you ready?'
'Christ, yes, I've been ready—'
The first touch of her hot little tongue, running across the head of his shaft, stopped his breath.
'Ah, God,' he finally managed. When the slit grew moist, she dipped her tongue down and gave it a dabbing lick.
His eyes rolled back in his head.
Then came the long, slow slide of her wet lips. He arched his back. When she flicked her tongue while he was in her mouth, the pleasure was so intense he yelled out. With effort, he raised his head to witness it—he had to see this—breaths going ragged at the sight of her taking him in.
He wanted to brush her hair aside to see better, but the chains prevented him. He could have broken them easily, but she'd deemed the chains a condition. He'd never jeopardize this.
As if she'd read his mind, she smoothed her hair over one shoulder, giving him an unimpeded view.
He hissed in a breath when she caressed her face against the length, lovingly, as she had that first morning against his cheek. 'What do you think?'
'Can't seem to,' he said, choking out the words. She smiled.
Completely uninhibited, she continued her ministrations, making it impossible to hold out much longer. Her mouth was so hot and wet, he wanted it to go on forever, but he felt his sack tightening. 'About to come... ' Just when he was about to go over the edge, she released him from her mouth, as he'd expected. He didn't dare think she'd take all of him.
'No, Bastian, you're really not.'
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Brows drawn together, Sebastian grated, 'Think I'd know this.'
She squeezed the head of his erection in her fist, preventing him from ejaculating, then hid her surprise. It worked!
His shaft was swollen with seed, the pressure visibly paining him. They both stared at it, before meeting eyes.
