More of You

ETAN

His entire skin was alive with her, shivering and aching, burning with heat, yet dry to the touch. Her teasing had whet his already reawakening appetite, and when he took her and she began to keen, he went up in flames, urgent and desperate.

He knew if he wasn't carefully, he'd simply plow her and find his release. But he wanted to savor her, to continue the teasing—but raise the stakes.

So as he swallowed her cries, praying that the men wouldn't hear her, he kept her hands pinned so she couldn't touch him and push him over the edge.

"I want to see you… to touch you," he whispered, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth. "I'm going to roll us over, hold on."

Ayleth's breath caught as he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he rolled onto his back, pulling her up and over him.

But though they'd only done this once before, it took her only moments to find her bearings.