Page 182 of A Touch of Poison
“What is off the table?”
I swallowed. “Nothing. I said to give meeverything.”
Grip tightening, he made a low sound that rumbled into me. “I’m not sure you understand all the possibilities, love. There are more than I could fit into this one night. But we can make a start. What will be your code word if you want me to stop?”
It was an easy answer. “Orrery.”
He huffed, eyes glinting. “Perfect.” Then there was no more amusement, just a glint of a different kind—dangerous and predatory, like when I’d stolen from him.
But I knew him now, and that predation was thrilling rather than frightening.
“Very well. You asked for it.” He scooped me over his shoulder and teased between my legs as he carried me to the bed.
My heart hammered in anticipation, and I took advantage of my position to pat his backside.
“You won’t touch me without my permission.” The warning rumbled through me, another thrill that sent my nerves fluttering.
“But what if I want to touch you?”
He sat me on the bed and stood over me. “Are you going to be disobedient, Katherine?”
With his silver gaze boring into me, insolence suddenly felt a lot less appealing. I wanted to earn his praise… for now, at least. Perhaps I’d push the boundaries another day.
Swallowing, I shook my head.
“Good. Now, on your knees, back to me.”
I obeyed, pulse kicking up once he was out of sight. The uncertainty of what he would do sent my body into high alert, hairs raised, skin humming in the cool air of our room. I tried to breathe slowly so I could hear his approach, but it was pointless with his fae silence.
At last, the bed dipped behind me, and my breath caught. Then came the heat of his body upon mine and his hard length against my backside. I couldn’t help sighing and reaching back for him as he gathered my hair.
“Ah-ah.” Shadows slipped around my wrists and bound them before me.
Perhaps it was the long seconds of absence as I’d knelt and waited, but now I was hyper aware of every sensation, his skin upon mine and the way this pose pressed my tits together.
“What did I say?”
“I’m sorry,” I breathed as he wrapped my hair around his hand, pulling my head back. “I forgot.”
He angled me so he could meet my gaze. “It’s all right. I know youwantto be good. I’ll help you.” He kissed me then, deeper and more possessive than anything before.
I trembled in his hold, body throbbing with want despite the number of times he’d already pulled me apart. When he cupped my breast and squeezed, I couldn’t help moaning, and he consumed every drop of sound like a man dying of thirst.
By the time he pulled away, his breaths heaved, fanning my lips, pressing his chest into my back, and I absorbed it all. The purple stain of my magic covered my fingers entirely now.
Watching, he pinched my nipple, and smiled at the way I arched and whimpered.
“See? You are good—so good.”
The words blazed through me, and he touched my cheek as though he could see how much I burned for him.
“Show me how good you can be, my sweet flame.” He released my hair and took hold of my hips.
I gasped and arched as his cock slid between my legs.
With a low sound, he tightened his grip and held me exactly as he wanted. “Patience.” He laughed softly against my shoulder. “I can see your pulse pounding in your throat. Your whole body is practically vibrating with it. And you’re even wetter than before.”
“Please, Bastian.”
