Page 117 of A Fate in Flames

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I gazed at him through my lashes.My lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them.He tracked the movement, his own lips thinning as he held himself back.

His voice dropped to a sinful whisper.“Who do you worship?”

“You.”

He surged forward, gripping my chin.

“Tonight,” he murmured, “I will worshipyou.”

Yes.Yes.Yes.

The weight of his promise sent heat flooding between my thighs.

He released my chin with a rough push.“Get up and lie down.”

I stayed still for a beat, my body and mind working against each other.I knew I shouldn’t—that I should stop before I regretted it.Yet my body sung a different tune.Yearned for him.For his touch.His pull.

He dragged a thumb over my parted lips, pressing down.

“Move.”

With shaking hands and trembling legs, I pushed myself up.Each step toward the bed felt like wading through fire.The mattress dipped as I sank down onto it, the sheets a cool whisper of relief against my feverish skin.

Dalkhan didn’t move.He watched me with hungry eyes, like a beast that had waited far too long to devour its prey.

The instant my back hit the bed, he was there.His body blanketed mine, forearms braced on either side of my head.His muscles, like stone, vibrated with restrained force.I was caged in, his weight pinning me down in the most delicious way.

I couldn’t breathe.I didn’t want to.

I parted my legs, my thighs brushed the thick ridge beneath his pants.A shiver tore through me.

He didn’t move at first, just settled between them.Then he dipped his head, mouth grazing the line of my jaw before dragging down my throat.His hands roamed with maddening control, memorising me like a man who intended to own every inch.

He breathed deeply, savouring the scent of my arousal.

“I have stroked my cock to the thought of you,” he confessed.“Of your sweet cunt soaking my tongue.”

His hand glided over his erection, palming himself through the material.The fabric strained desperately against his size.His movements were slow, meant for me to watch.

My lashes fluttered, my bottom lip held firm between my teeth.I squirmed helplessly beneath him, hips rolling upward.My body seeking more friction—more pressure.

He smirked, smug and wicked.“You want that, little flame?”he murmured.“Do you want me to fuck you with my mouth until you break on my tongue?”

My breath stuttered as his fingers finally slipped between my legs, agonizingly slow, parting my soaked folds.My entire body clenched.His other hand still squeezed his cock through his pants, dragging over his length in time with the tease of his fingers.

I moaned, eyes fluttering closed as he brushed against my swollen, throbbing centre.

“Yes…yes!”I gasped.My hips jerked up into his hand, wild for more.

His thumb slowly circled my clit, each pass a taunt.“You’re dripping for me.”

My hips bucked, a strangled sound escaping me.

Then he stopped.

He brought his hand to his mouth, and with a sinful groan he licked his thumb clean, eyes closing in dark satisfaction at my taste.