But there is a contract, and we’re both bound by it.

He takes a step closer, eating up the inches between us, and the spiciness of his cologne infuses my nose. His rough breathing fills my ears. I crane my neck to meet his eyes.

“I’m yours…however you want me.”

“I want you naked.”

He issues the demand with soft-spoken patience, but I sense the urgency in him as I remove the last of my clothing. It’s the same desperate need rushing through my veins, heating my blood to boiling. As soon as we’re both without clothing or shame—without reservation or doubt—I drop to my knees and put my mouth on him. I don’t think about it. Don’t question it.

All I know is I’ve longed to taste him again.

His fingers stab through my hair, and instead of pulling me closer, he yanks me back. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“I want to watch you come first.” He pulls me into his arms and carries me up the platform to his bed. “Do you trust me?”

My answer is immediate. “Yes.”

He sets me on the edge, and I brace my hands behind me, my focus glued to his every move. Standing between my thighs, he wraps his hand around his cock. The vision of him, cast in silhouette from the night, conjures the likeness of Adonis, the god of beauty and desire.

Because he’s full of both and the keeper of seduction as he rubs the head of his shaft between my folds, spreading my wetness.

His trophy.

“Liam,” I groan as my strength flees, leaving me trembling and unable to prop myself on my arms. I fall to the mattress and clutch the bedding. My skin flushes hot.

Too hot.

I’m about to combust.

“What are you doing to me?”

“I’m keeping your body pure. Your head and heart are another matter.”

With one hand, he braces above me and angles his mouth over mine. The glorious friction between us intensifies. Sweat and lust drench my skin, and I can barely form a thought. All I can do is moan his name against his lips, over and over again as the head of his cock rubs me to madness.

“Liam!” Back bowing, I fist the blanket, and my upper body rises off the mattress. Everything below the waist is owned by him.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Come on my cock. Come on it hard, my sweet girl.”

He doesn’t stop the friction until the last intense wave releases me. I’m floating on some ethereal cloud of completion when he pulls me up by my noodle-like arms.

“Down,” he says with a nod to the floor.