Chapter 23

Chapter

Twenty-Three

H is kiss caught her by surprise, but it only took her moments to sink into it. She could feel his need coursing through her, stoking her blood just as surely as she felt his lips moving urgently against hers, soft but so dominant. He'd told her he was empathic, but how was it possible that she could feel him?

Rixx parted her lips with a dominant swipe of his tongue, tangling it with hers. Clutching the back of her head, he pulled her in deeper, exploring her mouth with an intense hunger. His large hands caressed her back, skimming the fabric of her nightgown as he pulled her to him. Her heart thundered, and she instinctively arched into him, her hard nipples straining against the silky fabric and brushing his bare chest.

Suddenly, the gown that had seemed too daring, too sexy was nothing but a hinderance. She wanted nothing between them. She wanted nothing keeping her from being pressed skin to skin with him.

As if he'd heard her—and maybe he had—Rixx slid the thin straps of her nightgown down her shoulders. He broke their kiss, tearing his mouth from hers and pinning her with a ferocious gaze.

Myrria didn't wait for a question. She nodded as her breath came out in short bursts. "Take it off me."

A growl rumbled from his chest before he set his mouth on her again, kissing his way down her neck and across her collarbone. Myrria dropped her head back as the Dothvek tugged the straps of her gown off her shoulders and down her arms so that her breasts were exposed, and her arms were pinned to her sides.

Even though she was partially immobilized and her breasts fully exposed to Rixx, there was no part of Myrria that felt trapped. She wanted this. She wanted to give herself to him. She wanted him to touch every inch of her, lick every bit of bare skin, fill her until she didn't know where she ended and he began.

It had been so long since she'd allowed herself to need, to crave, to desire that she could not stop herself from wanting it all. Myrria had barely felt anything for such a long time that she gasped as the emotions slammed into her like relentless waves.

When she arched her back higher, the peaks of her nipples dusky in the faint light, Rixx cupped one full breast in his hand and lifted it to his mouth. Myrria's eyes rolled back in her head as he sucked the nipple hard, sending heat straight to her core. He released one breast and moved his hand and mouth to the other, suckling it as her pussy clenched.

"I could lick these all night," he husked when he pulled away, his gaze riveted to her breasts.

"Not all night," she whispered.

A deep laugh escaped his lips. "No? You have something else you would prefer me to do?"

Myrria had never been one to be bold or demand what she wanted. She had learned to accept what she got and be happy with it, but that was because she'd known there was nothing else she truly desired—until now. Until Rixx.

The Dothvek's arrival, her reckless decision to save him and hide him, his defense of her, the way he'd almost killed a man to protect her. All of that had shattered her fear, obliterated her cautious nature, and released something primal within her. Maybe he wasn't the only one who was a barbarian.

"I…I..want you to do everything," she said.

The sound that emanated from Rixx's chest was like a velvet purr that slid down her spine and curled around her bones, melting away any resolve she had left. "You do not mean that."

Myrria locked her eyes on his and she shimmied first one arm and then the other from the straps of her nightgown. "If you can sense what I feel then you know that I do. You know that I want you. You know that I want this—all of this."

His eyes were molten, the whites almost entirely devoured and the black pupils burning into her as his gaze raked her face and then down her body. She could feel the reins he'd used to restrain himself stretching as he teetered on the edge, but she was so desperate for him, so eager to be the object of his unbridled passion, so willing to be overwhelmed by the torrent of emotion he held in check that she could not stop herself.

Myrria lifted her hands to the sides of his face, feathering her fingers across his cheeks and to the tips of his pointed ears. As he released a soft moan, she held his face so that their gazes fused and their warm breath mingled. "You have to be a convincing husband, after all."

Rixx pushed her back onto the bed, his voice a dangerous rasp. "Then spread your legs for me, wife."