She didn’t tense up at his warning – and it was a warning. He wanted her with every cell in his body. He knew once he had her, it wouldn’t be enough. He’d want more. All the time. Just her scent called to him. When her body was close, it was impossible to ignore his body’s reaction to her.

You have to be certain, Cayenne. This is about both of us, not just me and what I want. You have to want and need this every bit as much as I do.

I think you can tell I want it too.

He pressed his mouth to her silken skin. He loved the feel of her against him. There was nothing like warm silk. He couldn’t help wondering if she would feel like silk inside her tight, feminine sheath, surrounding him, massaging his hard cock with silken fingers.

What is it then, baby? If you want me too, what is your “but,” because there is one, I can feel it in your mind.

Her tongue touched her bottom lip. Licked. Then her top one. Moistening both. I love that you’re hungry for me, Trap, but I’m just as hungry for you. I dreamt of taking your cock in my mouth again. I love the feel of you. Velvet yet so hot and hard.

At her admission, his cock jerked hard. A fireball rushed through his body and seemed to lodge in his pulsating shaft. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, but his gaze fell on her mouth. That mouth had taken him to paradise. She had full lips. Pouty. A perfect bow. Sinful and tempting. He had loved watching her take his cock, her mouth stretched around him, working him. He bent to take her mouth with his.

I’ll give you any fucking thing you want, baby. You name it, it’s yours.

She opened for him instantly, her response hot. Fire burned through him. His veins ignited. His heart hammered right through his cock. Beating hard. Jerking and pulsing with hunger. He was used to that, but not like this. Not with this terrible brutal unrelenting need pounding through his body and centering in his groin. Heavy and aching beyond anything he’d ever known.

Then I want to go first. I have a feeling once you get started, I won’t be getting my turn for a very long time.

She was not wrong about that. He kissed her over and over, drowning in her. Coaxing her response at first. She followed his lead easily, learning fast. Sex had always been great, but he’d never felt like this before. So on edge. So hungry. Desperate for her taste. He had planned to devour her, and he was doing just that.

Her mouth moved under his. Sweet. So sweet. A promise of paradise. Her hands slid up his chest and one curled around his neck. The other hand crept into his hair, fingers tunneling into the unruly mass. Her response added a new element, so that he deepened the kiss, his heart fluttering strangely. His arms pulled her close, locking her to him, but with a tenderness he hadn’t known he was capable of.

Baby, you want to go first, I’m going to give you that, but when I say you’re done, you stop. I’m going to be inside you when I get off. He was going to explode. The rockets were going off already. Everywhere in his body, hot blood surged. Cells were alive and firing. Fingers of lust, mixed with something far sweeter and heavier, danced up his legs and down his chest, centering in his groin, where hunger and need mixed into one throbbing, hard spike.

Trap was acutely aware of everything about her. Her taste. Her scent. The fullness of her lips. Soft yet firm. Her hot mouth. Her body moving against his, all those lush curves, yet so small and delicate. Her body was pure silk and felt like heaven against his. His hands were huge on her, stroking down her breasts to her belly, fingers unerringly finding the hourglass and then dipping lower to press into her tight welcoming entrance that was even hotter than her mouth.

Cayenne moved her body subtly, breaking the kiss, sliding her hand over the heavy muscles of his chest and then down to his defined belly. She loved the way his body was so hard, all that steel under his skin. Every muscle defined and rippling at her touch. Trap radiated hunger – for her. She had never felt more wanted or more powerful than she did at that moment.

She wasn’t an insect to be pinned to an exam table, she was a desirable woman. No. More. She was Trap’s woman. She loved being his woman. It was thrilling, exhilarating and scary all rolled into one, but she believed him when he said he would have her back and take care of her. She didn’t need taking care of, but she loved that he wanted to. She loved that he knew she would want to take just as good care of him. She wanted to take care of him right then, because she was in his mind and once he got started, he wasn’t going to give her this moment, and she needed it.

She had enjoyed the night before and giving him this would take a little time, allowing her nerves to steady. She wanted this, to belong fully to him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous. He was very well proportioned and that meant that he was big. He didn’t look as if he could possibly fit inside her. That terrified her, because if she couldn’t handle him, she would lose him.

For the last four months, ever since she’d first laid eyes on him, there in her cell when all hope had been lost, she had wanted him. Her voice was a weapon, yet it didn’t work on him. For some reason, she loved that it didn’t – that he could resist her commands and could turn the tables on her. She knew she could paralyze him with a bite, or wrap him in her silk if necessary, so she was safe enough, but still, she liked the knowledge that he was her equal in every way.

She kissed his chin and then his throat. He lay back, allowing her to take the lead. She loved that too. The fancy veils hanging around the bed added to her feeling of safety, creating a warm, sensuous cocoon for the two of them. She loved her webs, the masterpieces she created. She’d been exhausted, but the wide-open space had made her feel vulnerable. Given the chance, knowing she would wake up to Trap, she had put effort into making the intricate webs especially beautiful – and she’d succeeded.

She kissed her way down his chest. She hadn’t been able to touch that part of him the night before due to the silken ropes she’d tied him down with. Now, she took her time, memorizing every inch of him with her mouth, tongue and fingertips. She traced each muscle with her tongue, lapping at his skin. He tasted masculine. Perfect. He felt masculine. That was even more perfect.

Her tongue teased at his hard, flat nipples. She suckled gently and then, when his breath hitched, a little harder. She flicked with her finger and brushed with her thumb, watching his face to see his reaction.

Baby, I’m burning up here. You want this, you need to get to it.

She smiled against his belly as she licked down the path of his ribs to that particularly hard area. She loved the way his muscles rippled under her touch. She threw one leg over his thighs, straddling him. Holding him in place while she took her time exploring.