Page 46 of His Darkest Obsession

But it’s not enough.

She tenses up like she thinks I’m about to wrap my hand around her throat. The floral scent of her hair rises from her like a gentle wind off the sea, and her soft breath tickles my face as she does her best to keep them even.

I lean in close enough to count every strand of her hair. She doesn’t look away, but continues to meet my gaze even as the moment stretches between us like a rubber-band. My knee moves and encounters something soft and warm. And only when her lip starts trembling do I realize that I’m nudging at her thigh.

“I asked you a question,” she says.

I run my tongue across my teeth, and something slowly unfurls in my belly.

It would be so easy to lose control with her.

But I don’t want to.

Not until she begs me to.

“And if I say yes?” My knee continues to nudge at her thigh. Her skin is warm against mine.

“Then I’ll make you fucking regret it,” she snarls through gritted teeth.

My hands start to lower. Without breaking eye contact, my fingers find hers. To Indigo’s credit, she doesn’t try to jerk out of my grip. She just stares back with that defiant gaze that I want to extinguish and commit forever to my memory.

I step closer, and through the fabric of my pants, I can practically feel the bumps of pale scars crisscrossing her skin against my knee. Her lips part with a gasp, and I lift her hands slowly until they’re over her head and pin them against the glass.

Then, I press both wrists under a single palm to free my other hand so that I can caress her face again.

This time, it draws a small shiver from her.

"And how will you make me regret it,printsessa?” My voice is deadly calm despite the storm pounding in my heart. “Will you bite me again?”

Her eyes widen slightly before narrowing again. "I’ll bite your fucking dick off."

Fuck, this woman.

"I expected nothing less." The corner of my mouth twitches. "But I'm not here to force you."

Her disbelieving laugh echoes between us. "You expect me to believe that when you've got me pinned against the glass?"

"I do,” I continue as if she hadn't spoken. "I won’t fuck you. Not until you beg me to do it."

"And if I never beg?" She jerks against my grip to emphasize her point, but I lace my fingers through hers above her head to keep her still.

“Then I’ll never fuck you.”

“That simple?”

“That simple.”

The heat continues to rise between us and our eyes remain locked in silent battle, daring the other to back down first. I lean in closer. She doesn’t shy away anymore. My knee shifts her thigh further apart. A soft breath tumbles from her throat. Then, almost as if it’s unexpected to both of us, she starts parting her legs slowly to let me step into her inviting warmth.

Slowly, she unpeels herself from the window against her back and moves forward until every point of her body is pressed against mine—tits, hips, and thighs. Her soft pink lips are inches away from mine. And every moment they’re not against mine is burning me the fuck up.

“In that case,” she whispers, every soft syllable from those perfect lips stoking the fire between us hotter and hotter. “Do your fucking worst.”

I sink to my knees like a man in worship, keeping my eyes locked with hers as I lower, and inhale as I pull her panties down with a gentle but firm tug.

The dress and her heels stay.

There’s power in making her fall apart without stripping her completely bare. My mouth waters as I part her pussy with my thumbs and dip my head.