Valka
I buck my hips, trying to dislodge him. It only flushes our hips together.
His head dips. I brace for a kiss, but instead, his lips, cool and soft, brush the sensitive skin just below my ear. A shudder racks my body. Damn him.
"Fight all you want, Valka," he rumbles against my skin, the vibration going straight to my core. His mouth traces the shell of her ear. "Scream. Scratch. Bite." His free hand slides down, skimming over the fabric covering my collarbone, then lower. He cups the swell of my left breast through the thin material, his thumb finding the peak. Rubbing, slow and teasing. And then, he flicks.
Fire shoots through my nerves. My back arches off the ground of its own volition before I can stop it. A desperate sound escapes me, a choked gasp.
A low, dark sound of content rattles in his chest. "See?" His mouth trails lower, leaving a cool, tingling path down my neck. "Your body knows. Better than you do."
