“On the bed. Arms above your head. Legs spread.”
I climbed onto the mattress, obeying most of the command, but deliberately kept my thighs pressed together in one final act of rebellion.
Thoren’s low chuckle rolled through me like thunder. He shed his shirt with deliberate calm, revealing the powerful muscles of his chest and the faint scars that marked his decades of survival. Then he simply stood at the foot of the bed, watching me.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you properly. Trying so hard to be difficult when we both know how badly this greedy little body needs me.”
He finally crawled over me, bracing his weight on his forearms so only the faintest brush of his skin ghosted against mine. His mouth hovered above my throat, hot breath tea
