My mouth opens and I stroke his tongue with mine. Thiago shudders and that feels good too, because I’m not the only one being seduced in this moment. It gives me a heady kind of power. I dig my nails into his forearms and lift onto my toes, claiming his mouth. Mine. It’s a thrill that runs all the way through me, curling like a warm heat within my core.
“I want to see you naked,” I whisper, drawing back and staring up at him through glazed eyes. “I want to touch you. I want to taste you.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Gods, it’s like you were made for me.”
Capturing me in his arms, he takes two steps and then lays me down upon the heather. I grab a fistful of his shirt and haul him down atop me, his hips sliding between my welcoming thighs.
He crawls up the length of me, the weight of his body driving me onto my back as his mouth finds my throat. Teeth graze against sensitive skin. I’m burning up. Desperate. My hands grip the heavy muscle of his upper arms, but I don’t know if I’m trying to hold on, or demand some space between us—just enough to breathe.
Every inch of me erupts in shivers from the tight, swollen ache of my nipples, to the pulsing wetness between my thighs.
Wrong. So wrong.
There’s no denying the truth now.
I can’t pretend I don’t know who he is anymore.
I can’t pretend I’m not taking this step willfully.
And I can’t pretend I don’t want this with every inch of my body.
“More,” I pant.
Capturing my chin, Thiago claims my mouth. His tongue pushes past my lips. A muscular knee forces my thighs apart, and then it’s grinding against my pussy. Sucking in a sharp gasp behind my teeth, I dig my nails into his arms. All that muscle, just for me. I want to bite him. I want to eat him alive. I want those powerful hands on my skin. I want pain. I want pleasure. I want him inside me so desperately I can barely breathe.
It’s like he reads my mind.
His lips trail down the smooth column of my throat, hands tugging at the filmy gauze of my dress. One breast is bared and then his mouth is there, molten with heat. I arch into him and he suckles me into his mouth. More. More. It feels like wildfire ignites within my veins.
“I want to never let you go,” he whispers, his eyes meeting mine.
“Then don’t.”
The words set him loose.
If I thought the possessive claim in his eyes was overwhelming before, then I knew nothing.
Hands tear at my skirts, ripping the expensive silk. I arch into his palm as he finds me, wet and slick. Two fingers drive inside me and I nearly scream. He’s kissing me again. Hard. Furious. Desperate. It feels like we’re both fighting for breath, as if the air in his lungs is all that can sustain me.
His thumb works over me, his fingers driving in and out in a pistoning movement. Oh gods. A storm is brewing.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He bites my throat. “Come for me, Vi. Give me your pleasure.”
One simple command and I’m coming all over his fingers with a scream. This time I give into temptation and bite his shoulder. It’s a million times more heady than it was last night. I can’t control myself.
I don’t want to control myself.
Collapsing against the grass, I shake and shudder. Thiago reaches over his shoulder, tugging his tunic over his head. He casts it aside and I rear up on my elbows to look. Shadow ripples over his muscles, delineating them with an artist’s touch. He’s perfect. All hard muscle and smooth skin. Thick dark tattoos that smolder over his chest. I try to run my fingers over one and I swear it moves, arching beneath my touch like a cat.
Thiago captures me hand.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Vi, this is going to be over before we even begin.” He tears the buttons on his leather trousers open, unleashing that monstrous cock.
I know it fits—I know—but the sight of it knots me up inside. For all the pleasure last night brought, there was also a little pain. Understandable, of course, but….
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, fisting that brute and gliding his hand up and down in a mesmerizing movement. Cum glistens over the slit of his cock. He dashes it off with his thumb, and then brings it to my lips.
I suckle hard, the taste surprisingly salty.
Our eyes meet, and then he’s cursing under his breath, settling himself between my thighs. “You test my patience each and every time. Fuck, Vi. I wanted to seduce you tonight.”
The head of his cock brushes against me. I shiver, long past the need for seduction. “We don’t have time for that.”
I need to be back before someone realizes I’m missing.
“There’s always time.”
I grab his ass in both hands, but he refuses to sink into me. Instead he traces those teasing fingers between my thighs. Lightning strikes twice. I come with a moan, shamelessly grinding into his touch.
“You’re so responsive,” he whispers. “I love it.”
Resting on one elbow, he fits himself to me and I brace for impact, but once again he surprises me.
He makes shallow thrusts, dipping inside an inch and then retreating. Messy fingers trace slick circles over and around my clit. I’d accuse him of missing the mark, but one look into those eyes reveals he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Locking my thighs around his lean hips, I try to arch into him on the next stroke and earn an extra inch.
A dangerous smile curls over his mouth. “Do you want me, Vi?”
“Oh gods.” A moan escapes me. Yes. Please. He’s driving me to
