Page 46 of Ravaged From Fate

“Yeah?”

“I want to see what you can do. I want to feel all of you.”

This time, his reply is more hopeful. A deep baritone tinged with a deep-seated lust. Just hearing a peek of it is enough to make me wet. “Yeah?”

As if to prove he’s listening, Caspian grabs me by the shoulders and pins me down on the bed, his mouth a mere inch from mine.

He feels dangerous.

Unleashed.

Wild.

“Oh,” I rasp, my eyes widening at the man’s stoic face. “That’s what I want to see.”

He leans down and takes my bottom lip between his teeth. He nibbles at my lip like a wild animal, grunting.

It’s like he’s slowly allowing his inner beast to break free from shackles.

“You want to see what I can do?” he asks me, his voice the lowest I’ve ever heard. It’s like he’s a predator waiting to pounce on his prey; every part of his body tensed in the long grass on an African plain.

Goddamn.

He stares at me with those piercing indecipherable eyes of his, his muscular chest full of tattoos heaves with every breath he takes. He is waiting for my permission to totally let go…

“I want you to lavish me,” I reply, the air gone from my lungs in anticipation.

He grunts at my permission. It’s all he needs.

His thick arm wraps around the side of my body, pinning my arms to my sides, while his other hand is free to snake down my body to the tip of my pants. His fingers don’t wait there very long before they’re breaking through the button on my pants and feeling my soaking wet panties.

I suck in a breath.

Wow.

His firm hands, and his animalistic confidence and desire, make me whimper. Here is a man capable of so much damage. So much dominance.

And right now, he’s totally focused on me. It’s my body that’s making him wild.

He lifts the hem of my panties and allows himself a quick glance down at my willing pussy.

“I’m going to feel you, Elsa,” he groans. “You want me to touch you? Down there?”

I nod. It takes me every effort not to plead with him to hurry the fuck up and touch me all over.

“I want those panties off,” he commands in that sexy voice of his.

I want so desperately to obey, but I can’t even move my arms under his grasp. Instead, Caspian does it, flicking those panties of mine all the way down my legs, exposing my sex to this untamed man.

“That’s what I like,” he groans. His voice resonates throughout my entire body like a gush of wintery air purging my insides. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I could listen to him admiring my physicality all freaking day.

My legs part open just to encourage him further.

But I don’t need to help him at all.

Caspian grabs my pussy in the cup of his hand, feeling my wetness. He moans, satisfied at how horny I am for him.