“I didn’t touch your memories.” He focused on her. “You must willingly share those. I merely took the knowledge of this era from you.”
A long moment passed where they watched each other, two strangers on the verge of becoming so much more. The full impact hit her, left her a little shaky inside but not anxious. No, excitement sped her pulse.
Harley licked her lips, already envisioning what they’d do together. “So, am I right?”
He slid his hungry gaze to her breasts. The points stood erect, and the sheen of her skin betrayed how hot she’d gotten from touching herself.
“Oh yes, I’ll fuck you, my Harley. Sometimes hard and fast. Other times so damn slowly, you’ll beg me to fill you up.” He met her eyes. “I’ll take you so often and in so many ways, you’ll want me to be the center of your world as you are now mine.”
Calan released her wrists and covered one breast with his hand. The hard point pushed against his callused skin, and a jolt of electricity raced down her spine. He captured the tip she’d teased minutes ago. The small pinch arched her back.
“Do you like that?”
She flicked her gaze from his long fingers holding her nipple to his face and nodded. “Do it again.”
One corner of his mouth rose. He rolled the tip, and she gasped. Another tug clenched her core. “Beautiful. I can’t wait to watch that look pass over your face when I fuck you.”
She whimpered.
The smile giving him a roguish look turned wicked. “You do want me to ram my cock inside you and make you come apart around my dick”—he ran the tip of his tongue over his upper lip—“don’t you?”
“I…I…” She couldn’t get the words out.
Calan released her hands and sat back so he knelt between her thighs. Her attention shifted from the desire stamped on his face to the long length of his erection molded by his pants.
“Touch it.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She pushed up, spreading her legs with the move and exposing herself to him. The muttered curse and shaky breath he released told her he liked the view. It pleased her, but her focus centered on the rigid dick she couldn’t wait to feel pierce her.
She skimmed her fingertips along his hidden penis. The thin material covering it allowed her to make out the veins and the ridge around the head. She rubbed her thumb over the damp tip. Oh yeah, she wasn’t the only one drowning in lust. A few strokes, the tightness of her throat, and he’d erupt.
The thought stirred her needs. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and gripped the leather strap around his waist. It would feel so good to have his cock slide over her tongue. She tugged the cord. It didn’t budge.
He grasped her wrist. “You can’t pleasure me.”
“Why not?”
A sigh fell from his lips. “I’m not really here. I merely wanted you to feel what the sight of your body has done to me.”
“But—”
“You’ve connected with me and brought my image close. I’ve filled it with life, but it’s draining to hold on to the solid shape. I won’t be able to maintain it much longer, nor can I change it from the one I hold back in my prison.”
Harley sat back on bent legs and ran her fingers through his hair. Silky, soft strands tickled her fingertips. She leaned close and pressed her nose to the crook of his neck. His rich, woodsy scent filled her lungs. She touched the tip her tongue to his skin. The flavor of salt and Calan ignited her taste buds.
“You feel real.”
Calan mimicked her pose, hands in the mass of her bouncy curls she could never tame. “I am. I’m just not here. You left me alone in my own personal hell.” He leaned closer and buried his face in her hair. “I’d always thought my punishment the worst I could imagine. I was wrong. This, my flower, is hell. Wanting you, needing you, and not being able to love you.”
She held him close, his words rocking her, but the rational side of her had to rear its ugly head. “How can you say that? You don’t know me.”
He used his nose to brush a lock of hair away from her ear. The warmth of his breath fanned her sensitive skin. “I know enough. My choice is made. I am yours. I won’t take it back. Soon, I won’t be able to.”
She stiffened. The finality in his tone left her wary. “What do you mean?”
He captured her earlobe and gave it a little tug. She shivered, automatically moving closer, and he nibbled on the tender flesh. “I’ve already told you what you need to know.”
“But—”
“Harley.” Calan captured her face between his hands. “Decide. Let me worship you or let me go.”
“Worship.” She linked her arms around his neck. “Please, touch me.”
His grin turned her heart over. With the hands she suspected had killed countless fairies, he lowered her to the floor.
His heated gaze focused on her breasts. “You are beautiful. Made for loving.”
A wavy lock of dark hair hung over his eyes but the blue peeking through the strands pierced her. She sucked in a rough breath.
“You were made for me, my Harley.”
She wanted to argue. She was made from an unholy act for no other reason than because Dar had lusted after her mother or had simply wanted to rape a human. Calan’s low growl stopped the thought from gaining more ground. He slid a hand between her thighs and cupped her mound. The possessive way he touched her eased the tension she hadn’t realized had seized her muscles.
“Focus on me. Only me.”
Harley dipped her chin in acknowledgment, and he pushed two fingers into her dripping center. A shocked cry escaped
