“Or perhaps,” he mused, “I caught you in the middle of a plan that involved your knives.”

His grip tightened on her hip as he shifted and slid his thick erection into her waiting heat. She threw her head back on a growl-infused groan, both furious and enthralled.

Their night was done, and this act alone broke their deal, but her body refused to fight him. Her core had welcomed his penetration with a greedy squeeze that set her blood on fire. Again.

“Mmm.” He pulled back slowly so the tip of him barely grazed her entrance. “I truly adore that sound, Caro. Make it again for me.” He thrust into her so hard and fast that she had no choice but to comply.

“Sethios,” she breathed, her fingers curling into fists. “This isn’t—”

Another sharp flex of his pelvis silenced her protest.

Not fair.

He had three thousand years of experiencing pleasures of the flesh, whereas she only had last night. She stood no chance against his mastery.

“Were you saying something, darling?” he asked, his body resting over hers. “Do you wish to leave my bed?”

She shuddered. “I…” A violent tremor rocked her insides, sending sizzling energy through her limbs. Words failed her. Slicing him open with a blade seemed appropriate, but she also desired him to continue.

His virescent gaze grinned down at her as he studied her expression. “So much conflict,” he murmured. “I still desire your mouth around my cock, Caro. Shall we do that now? Your indecision alone would bring me to the edge quickly enough. I won’t know if you intend to bite or swallow.”

“Biting,” she moaned as he plunged into her again. “Definitely biting.”

He chuckled. “Careful, darling. I might enjoy it.”

Caro felt certain that he would, perhaps too much. He picked up the pace while holding her hips where he wanted them. It kept her from truly feeling the impact the way she desired, thus holding her on the brink of true enjoyment.

“Sethios.” His name came out as a plea as she struggled to shift positions but couldn’t.

“Need something?” he asked, his tone all lazy satisfaction as he slowed his movements.

“My knife,” she grumbled, her hands clenching in frustration. Not that stabbing him would help, aside from providing some satisfaction.

“Mmm.” He drew his nose across her cheek and released her hip. His lower body held hers with ease as she tried to take advantage of the freedom, and he tsked. “Impatience is not becoming.”

“Taunting isn’t either,” she said through gritted teeth.

“No?” A sharp edge tickled her side, causing her breathing to falter.

My knife…

“Is this what you were looking for, angel?” he asked as he drew the weapon upward to her breast. He flattened the cold metal against her hard nipple. “I kept it safe for you throughout the night, just in case you thought up any intriguing ideas.” He drove his cock into her so hard that she lost her train of thought.