Page 231 of Burn Her They Said
“You okay down there?”
“Yes, just—you don’t have to describe how you wish for me to touch you in such vivid detail.”
“And you don’t have to be so attentive with the way you’re grabbing my ass.”
His eyes darken as he answers my challenge with torturously slow and deliberate movements, dipping his fingers into the crease of my hip before casting down and around the outside of my thigh. Sparks light everywhere his palm strokes over me until his fingers dig into the ticklish curve behind my knee.
Every labored breath I take presses our chests together when he curls his fingers underneath, commanding me without needing to speak. Yet I do not respond. Or not in the way he wants. Instead, I sit with my head on his shoulder and revel in him—from the thrum of his pulse to the warmth of his scent—until he squeezes and elicits a squeal from me.
“Gripping the underside of my knee and squeezing—” I tease.
He shifts his hand higher to do as I described to the underside of my thigh, just hard enough it stings without hurting, and I can’t help but moan when he maintains his grip in challenge.
“You want me to be less aggressive? Is that what you’re saying?”
“No. If anything, I want you to be even more commanding.” My heart lurches with the wish slipping past my lips, then it repeats the action when Varic groans—a sound riddled with lust as it rumbles his chest and trembles against my own.
He holds on harder and longer as he clamps down on my leg, unrelenting in his attention as I emit my own tortured sound and refuse to do anything which might put an end to his administering this treatment.
Varic flexes, pressing in more than before, while a tingling heat begins to build in my core. “If you want me to be more commanding, then I need you to prove it works for my benefit.” He pulls in a breath and lowers his tone. “I need you to submit to me, Tasch.”
Every muscle in my body quivers as I force my hips to still, when all I want is to move more rapidly over him.
“I need you to release the tension you’re holding, so I do not hurt you—” He pauses to pin my eyes with his own. “Or not in the way you seem to enjoy. I need you to allow me to bend your leg around my waist so that I can keep you safe.” Heat spreads through my chest as he leans in and whispers, “Then when you are bracing me fully, I can lie snug between your thighs.”
I moan as his lips part to graze his teeth along the edge of my earlobe.
He releases a breath and tenses beneath me as his fingers relent for a mere second before clamping down again. “I need you to submit to me, Tasch. I do not wish to hurt you.”
“So commanding,” I groan, and he adjusts his hand to hook around my calf, which he squeezes between his thumb and forefinger.
“So submit to me. Or are you going to make me beg?” I squeal as he clenches, shocked by just how good this feels.
“I submit!” I narrow my eyes at him. “Oh, commanding one.”
His deep laughter is more sensual than should be allowed, distracting me enough to swallow the moan building in my throat. I help him lift, then secure my leg around his waist, bringing our laps much closer in a way I had not anticipated.
“There she is.” His tone is sure, yet my brow furrows. “There’s my commanding witch.” Such a simple phrase, yet the meaning he infuses elicits such a heady feeling to drift over me.
I brace his waist with the leg he’s wound around it. “How am I commanding?”
“You know more than you let on, yet you are forced to be silent, so your commanding side mostly comes out when it’s just you and me. Or the two of us and the rest of your Guards. And we both know you’re the one in control here.” A strangely empowering feeling ripples through me. “Only giving in when you deign to do so, and only to the one you deem worthy of such trust. I do not think there is anything more attractive.”
“What? This position we’re sitting in?”
His lips curve up in a grin. “The way you trust me. And seem to appreciate the way I touch you.”
“I have no idea what you mean,” I tease, tightening my grip around his neck before commanding, “Now do it again.”
A light and airy laugh trills from him as he drags his hand upward, taking his time rather than switching to the other side.
“Showing me how much you enjoy my going slow and giving you this attention is the greatest gift,” he rasps, lingering for a heartbeat before caressing the outside of my thigh.
Sparks scatter everywhere his open palm glides, continuing up and over my ass while I pant and gasp. “Says the sorcerer who is usually so concerned with my safety, yet just so happens to be taking his time securing my body as we fly over the craggy edges of a rocky mountain.”
He pauses all movement. “Are you accusing me of exercising poor judgment?”
“Merely mentioning how you are acting out of character now that you have me alone for only the second time since we’ve met. When the first time was when you rode with your lap pressed against my ass on the back of this same Dragon.”
