Chapter 25

Ras pins my wrists with one hand, his big body straddling my legs. I can't move, and I don't want to. I meant what I said. I trust him. I want him. I need him.

And the bastard is teasing me.

"Please," I whisper. "I need you."

It's true, too.

One side of his mouth quirks up, a lazy half-smile that is decidedly feline. He dips his head to my other breast, tugging on the nipple with his mouth, then teeth. I buck against him, desperate for friction.

"You said you trusted me, Lana." He blows cool air across my nipples, and liquid drenches me between my legs. "Trust me to get you ready."

"I'm ready," I insist.

"I know. I could scent your arousal as soon as you walked through the door. I will always know when you are ready." His mouth is on my nipple again, and I arch into his touch.

It should not turn me on, that he can do something like smell my need. It should be super weird. But honestly, we're so far past weird at this point, that it only makes me want him more.

I buck hard, trying to gain some room, trying to get him inside me.

"Ah, ah, Lana." He makes a tsking noise. "Trust me, it will be better if you let me do it like this."

He half rolls off me, my arms still in his hand. He pushes on one thigh, and my legs fall open again. "There. That's right." His fingers stroke down my stomach, so slowly that I can't help the groan.

His fingers stop a hairsbreadth away from where I want him to touch.

"Is there something you want to say?" He strokes a finger down my face. "Is there something you want me to touch?" His cock is hard against my leg, and I wiggle against it.

An inferno seems to blaze in his eyes, and it makes me crazed to see him losing control. He rubs his finger across my lips, and I open my mouth, sucking it in. Ras freezes, and I suck harder. Mmhmm. Two can play at this game.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll do it," he rasps.

So freaking dirty. I love it. "I want you to touch me." I open my legs wider.

The side of his mouth kicks up, and he leans down close to my ear, his breath and lips brushing against the overly sensitive skin. "Ah ah. You did not tell me where you want me to touch you."

"Everywhere."

He runs a finger down my arm. "There?"

"No."

He licks under my jaw, and I whimper. "There?"

"I want you to rub my clit," I whisper. My skin is on fire. I'm so wet, I'm half-sure I'm drenching the sheets. "I want you to make me come."

"Mmm." He runs his hand down my body, and I bite back a cry. I have never needed to come so bad in my life, and he's barely touched me. If this is the mating bond, like he said, I don't even care. I need him like I need water, like I need air.

His finger finds my clit, and I clamp my mouth closed as he works it. Nimbly, he circles the bud of my pleasure, and I rock my hips back and forth.

Close, I'm so close.

"Watch me," Ras growls. I open my eyes, and the sight of him, naked and gorgeous, hard as a rock, nearly undoes me. He bends his mouth to my nipple, and the combined sensation of his hand on my pussy and his mouth on breast nearly sends me over the edge.

And then he stops.

"Wait, no," I gasp. "I was so close."

That lazy, satisfied grin returns. "I know."

His hand leaves my wrists, and I wrap my arms around his head, drawing his mouth to mine. His tongue darts inside my mouth. I moan.

He flips me over on to my stomach. I prop myself on to my elbows, looking back at him. I'm so wet with need, the ache is almost unbearable. I moan, and he grabs my hips, forcing them up into the air. I squirm, slightly embarrassed to have my, well, everything, wet and in the air for him.

Then he drags his tongue across my pussy. I arch into him, desperate.

"So beautiful, my Lana. You are so beautiful." His voice is a gravelly rasp, worshipful. He presses a finger inside me without warning, and I gasp. He works another inside, and I rock my hips back into his palm. His other hand reaches around, his fingers light on my clit.

It's not enough. It's too much.

"Tell me what you want," he demands.

"More."

His fingers leave my body, and I am bereft. "Please."

"Tell me," he says, coaxing a sigh out of me with that gentle stroke on the center of my pleasure.

"I want you deep inside me. Ras, I need you inside me."

He growls again, his hands on my hips, and his cock is at my entrance. Inch by inch, he pushes into me, so slowly it's torture. He wraps one arm around my waist, his fingers finding my clit again.

"More," I moan.

"Lana," he says, and then he's rocking into me. Faster.

"It's so deep," I gasp, out of my mind with pleasure. "Harder." He's slamming into me, and I cry out my release, and I feel him shudder as he reaches climax.

He rolls off of me, pulling me to him. We lay like that for a while, his arms around my waist, my damp hair falling around us. He hugs me tight to him, tucking me under his chin. My body is as relaxed as it's ever been, wrung out and languid with pleasure. I'm drifting off into sleep when I hear him speak.

"I love you, Lana Kit. I love you."