Want spiraled up my chest, teasing my breasts and hardening my nipples. Making my toes curl into the soft, plush carpet.

Yes, yes, yes...

Graysen captured my lips and licked into my mouth. I whimpered into our kiss. I couldn't help it. The clasp of his hands on my body was harsh and demanding and utterly exquisite. The way his mouth moved sensually over mine with devastating command felt like a claiming.

A heated moment later, he kicked my feet wider and gripped me just under my ass, lifting me up. Pale locks of hair rippled around my shoulders with the abrupt motion as I slid up the wall, hitching my legs around his lean waist. And gods, his iron-hard erection lined up perfectly with my wide-spread sex. With a sensual roll of his pelvis, he ground himself right there, the erotic friction exploded straight through my core and my hips moved in the same eager rhythm as his, grinding back against him. "Fuck, yes," he growled, almost angrily. His groan was gruff. His kiss, a clear stamp of ownership, became more forceful. He was fucking me with his tongue and I knew that's how he'd fuck me too. Rough. Hard. Dirty.

"Who's kissed you before, little bird? Who's kissed these pretty pink lips?" he breathed between filthy, wet kisses.

Gods, does he really want me to answer? He already knows.

"Who?" he demanded roughly before he nipped my lower lip, tugging on it sharply with his teeth.

"Just you," I sighed, letting go of my dress to frame my hands over the planes of his cheekbones. To draw him in closer. To kiss him back. To meet the hard press of his lips and the stroke of his possessive tongue with my own plundering one.

My dress was pooled at my hips and the sensation of my breasts crushed against the hardness of his strong chest was incredible. An electrical storm raked across our skin where our bodies were pressed together. I moaned at the same time he uttered a guttural groan. Gods it felt sublime. The fabric of his t-shirt rubbed against my swollen aching nipples; the graze of his teeth and the scruff of his jawline on my soft skin; all of it heightened decadent pleasure.

Pulling free of my kiss, black hair slithered over his forehead as he glanced downwards and cupped one of my breasts, his forefinger and thumb gently squeezing a nipple, squeezing a gasp from me. "Fuck, you're exquisite."

The shock of the compliment made my heart stumble.

There was something delicious in the roughness of his hands, the scraping of his callouses against my soft skin and the swell of my breasts. Skin that had never been revealed to another. Breasts that had never been touched before.

I'm on fire. Every part of me is on fire.

My mind was trying to analyze all the sensations sweeping through me. But it was too much. He's too much. All I could do was run my fingers through his thick wavy hair and hold on and just feel.

Open-mouthed kisses were skimmed along my collarbone as he traveled down, down, down. "And who's touched these gorgeous breasts?" The whisper of his breath washing over the peak of my nipple stiffened it further and a moan shuddered from my throat.

"No one," I replied breathlessly, excitement driving my chest to rise and fall rapidly.

He made a pleased sound just before the tip of his tongue flicked my nipple. The first touch and I whimpered. With a lick and a lustful swirl, he sucked the hard tip into his mouth. A husky growl as he bit.

A sweet sting of craving arced from my nipple right to my core. My hips bucked on their own volition. "Oh gods—"

"That's right," he murmured. "Just give in." He kissed along the swell of my breast, down the valley, and across to the other nipple. His attention there was just as thorough—kissing and sucking, biting and licking to soothe the burn.

A sliver of doubt punctured through my foggy drunk-lust haze. This act was going to change everything between us.

Am I ready for that?

Is he?

"This isn't a good idea," I gasped brokenly, my fingers knotting in his hair.

"You're right, it isn't," he agreed, pausing to glance up.

And for a moment I was stunned by the sharp disappointment stinging me.

"It's a fan-fucking-tastic idea," he amended and winked.

I clung to the last shred of sanity I had left to me. "Graysen..."

He eased me to my feet, towering above my tiny figure and casting me in shadows. Holding my breath in surprise, I watched him sink to his knees in front of me. His hands rounded my ass to tug my hips forward so he could press a kiss through my skirt right on my clit. Right on that throbbing bundle of nerves that ached for his lips and tongue. A pulse of pleasure zinging through my blood wrestled a strangled cry of delight from my throat. Heaving for breath and slightly dazed, I glanced down and met dark eyes staring right back. The delectable huskiness in his voice wrapped around me with velvet seduction. "Is this how you want me? Bowing at your feet? Begging?"

It was a question he was already answering, already on his knees, hands splaying wide, palming my ass as he begged.

"You look...good...down there," I teased, the words as broken and ragged as my breathing.

He slapped my ass playfully and I yelped, then groaned, my knees buckling, as the flare of pain melded with pleasure when he gave my clit a sweet open-mouthed kiss.

"You'll be bowing before me soon enough, little bird." He shot me a wicked smile before his hands rounded forward, pulling pulled the material of the dress taut against my ass, as his hands began to roam to my breasts, kneading their soft curves and gently pinching my nipples.

"I bow to no one," I huffed out. But right now I wasn't so sure. Not with the way he was touching, stroking, and kissing. My bones turned to liquid. I wanted it. I wanted him. Whatever he could give me. I'd willingly crumble to his feet, tear myself into pieces, cry his name.

"You'll be on your fucking knees with those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock."

Strangely I was equally divided between fear and arousal at his words. Like the pleasure and pain he braided with kisses and bites, the contrast wound me tighter. The threat of seeing a cock—his cock—had liquid silver pooling between my thighs and drenching my panties.

"Gods, Crowther, you really know how to sweet talk—" and the words were cut short with a shrill shriek as his teeth grazed my clit. A hot bolt of pleasure speared into my center filling it with blissful pressure, and my head banged against the wall with a thump, as my spine arched and I rocked my hips, silently begging in return.

Oh my gods...that feels far too good.

A calloused hand cupped the back of my thigh and he wrapped my leg over his shoulder before shoving my dress up so my panties were on display. His fingers drifted up my inner thigh, my skin pebbling beneath his touch, my breath coming faster as he coasted his fingertips up to the edge of my panties. Stroking my sex beneath the thin barrier of soaking fabric, he shot me a triumphant half-feral grin. "That's my girl."

My hips shifted restlessly and my head rolled to the side as he taunted me with too featherlight touches. I was panting and greedy and wanted more and yet I lied through my teeth, refusing to give him what he earlier had declared. "I won't be screaming your name."

"Won't you? We'll see." He pulled the panties to the side and slid a finger between my puffy labia, slipping along the slickness of my arousal. "So wet, little bird."

I moaned, my sex clenching. No one had ever touched me there before.

As his mouth parted, I knew what he wanted to ask, what he wanted to hear. "No one," I panted. My hair fell forward in pale ribbons as I bowed my head to stare back at him through clouded eyes. "Just you. Only you."

His victorious smile sent a shiver running from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. With every slow swipe of his fingers along my slick slit, from top to bottom to top and back down again, my body tightened and tightened. I didn't know how exquisite it could feel. How primal and needy it could make me. I wanted him to sink inside me. I needed him to with an urgency I couldn't fathom. He had to soothe the greedy demand of my clit, of my core.

Gods, oh fucking gods—

I prayed to Zrenyth and Skalki and Brangwene and every single god my scattered mind could grasp, that I'd survive whatever he had in mind for me.

In one graceful movement, he rose, picking me up with him. Clinging to his strong body, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wound around his neck, he carried me to his bed. Walking on his knees, he shifted us to the middle of the bed before lowering me to the mattress. The soft quilt met my back, and the flat of my palms slid across the curve of his pecs to his nipples, stiff beneath his t-shirt. I flicked the tips and he grunted on a filthy rock of his hips, grinding against my sex, the soft material of his sweatpants and hard erection digging against my aching clit.

"No touching," he ordered with a low growl, swatting my hands from his chest. "Hands at your side."

It wasn't fair. I needed to touch him. "Please..." I pleaded, squeezing my fingertips into hard muscle.

His hand fisted my hair and he tugged sharply, growling, "Hands at your sides"

Holy hells-gate, this man has a thing for my hair!

Cursing beneath my breath, I let go of him to instead bunch my fingers into the soft quilt beneath my body. But even that wasn't good enough for him.

"On your elbows," he barked.

I levered up on my elbows and realized the position pushed my breasts up. It also made it impossible to pretend he wasn't there, kneeling between my spread legs. Not being able to touch him suddenly narrowed the focus to just me and heightened everything about us and what we were doing.

Graysen didn't pull my dress off, preferring to leave it gathered around my waist, but he ripped my panties off in one go. My skin smarted sharply where the material snagged and then snapped. "Fucking hells, Crowther!" I shrieked.

Tossing my panties over his shoulder, he just gave me a smug grin, but he did soothe the sting with gentle strokes of his hands. Stripped bare before him, he nudged my thighs wider with his knees, leaned back, and cocked a brow to study me right there as if he needed to commit everything to memory. Every last shadow and touch of pink, every glistening drop of arousal. My cheeks flamed and I had to look away.

The rough primal noise leaving his throat was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard and had my wide-eyed gaze swinging back to his. "Gods, little bird, exactly how I imagined. Beautiful. Pink. Wet. And all mine."

Stretching his body long on the mattress, he settled between my spread thighs. Before I could even gather my thoughts—steel myself for that first touch—he parted my slit with his thumbs and lowered his hot, wet mouth to my core. Blazing erotic heat I wasn't sure I would survive engulfed me and every nerve ending erupted with wild pleasure. I bucked against his hands splayed across my hips to hold me down. A shrill sound escaped—"Oh gods"—and I squirmed as he dragged his flattened tongue through my silken folds from bottom to top, before kissing my sex with a filthy groan, his tongue dipping inside my core to lick and lave. The humming noise of approval he made vibrated straight to my pulsating clit, swelling that sensitive bud even further. He kissed and licked for long, agonizing minutes, driving me mindless, stealing my breath. When he finally pulled back, my arousal glistened on his pouty lips as eyes drunk with lust locked with mine. My panting breath caught hard in my throat. "Sunshine, little bird...fucking sunshine..."

Without even knowing I was doing it, I reached for him, pulling at his hair to tug him back up. His broad chest engulfed my petite frame and I sighed as his hardness met my softness. My lips crashed upon his, my tongue sliding into his mouth at the exact moment his finger pushed inside my body, twisting, curling, finding a sensitive spot that had my spine bowing, my breasts pushing against his chest, and my breath huffing. Holy, holy, holy...hells!

He pumped his finger, hitting that spot again and again.

"Oh my gods, oh my gods..." I squirmed and writhed beneath him, wild energy buzzing beneath my skin, sparking in every cell of my body. My hair slid across my forehead, across my eyes. He brushed my sweat-damp locks aside. "Say hello to your G-spot, little bird."

I bit down hard on my lip, trying to stifle the whimpers, the lewd rocking of my hips. I was mewling like a damned cat in heat. My whole body shuddered as my elbows buckled and I fell flat on my back.

"Fuuuck," he hissed between clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut as if in pain. But it wasn't pain, it was the feel of his fingers sliding inside my body that made him groan. "You're so tight, little bird. When I finally bury myself inside I'll tear you apart."

I gasped. A little bit of fear pierced the haze of want and need. Suddenly I wasn't so sure anymore about any of this.

"You'll love it," he promised with tiny kisses to my clit on each word that made my mind and body fade into rapturous oblivion. "Elbows," he gruffly reminded me. "Now, little bird."

"You're so bossy," I half-pouted, half-panted. But I gave him what he wanted, levering up from the bed on my elbows to watch him watch me as he finger-fucked me, licking his way from one breast to the other, biting indulgently at my nipple with the barest of grazed teeth. And his thumb, gods, his thumb, circled my clit, coiling me tighter and tighter with every stroke.

And I fell willingly into that place that thrummed and threatened to unravel my very soul. I was a bird in an aviary. Feathers, wingtips of muted brown and black, beating not against metal bars, but flesh. I didn't even know what kind of prison ensnared me, what lay beyond Graysen's touch. But it was there, taunting me.

"Say my name, little bird," his voice thick with need. "I want to hear you cry it. I want it bouncing off the walls."

The word seemed a little slurry, a little hard to push out as if I was speaking from another room. "Never." But that wasn't exactly true, because my tongue had already been on the cusp of forming his name. But he wanted it too much.

"Say it," he growled, twisting and curling his finger and hitting that spot again.

Mind-bending bliss razored through every single inch of my body. I bowed off the bed, and cried, "Never, never, never!"

His abrupt laughter spilled through the room. "You never give an inch, Little Miss Annoying."

Picking up his pace, he pushed in a second finger and stretched me wider—the burn both shocking and exquisite. This time I had to touch him. My fingers latched onto his straining shoulders and held tight as he played my body with his hands and his mouth. He teased and taunted, dragging me close to that point where I'd fall, fall, fall—only to withdraw his touch to hold me just on the edge.

Our gazes were locked together as his lips ghosted along my own.

"Cruel, wicked Crowther," I groaned desperately, slightly infuriated that he wouldn't kiss me. Licking a wet trail up his throat right to his ear, I bit the lobe.

His whole body shuddered and he moaned helplessly, grinding against me at the exact moment he nipped the sensitive place between my shoulder and neck. "Lovely, wicked Wychthorn."