If that wasn’t an invitation, someone should strike him on the back of his head now. There must have been something in his silence or just the way he grunted when he’d gotten back and saw her there with the barest of notice. Too many things in his head. Too clouded. Too many noises to give way for another.
He needed rest or distraction or something.
The something made itself very clear when she grabs him by the front of his suit to make her look at him, something forceful in her eyes without needing to say words, and he feels it again, that overwhelming devotion mingling with lust and hunger. And he thinks he snarls when he shoves her towards the bed. That connection in their head clear as daylight when she merely shifts, turning over with her hips and ass up as an invitation.
A low grumble starts in his throat, thrumming through his chest and his fingers as he runs a hand up along her thigh and over one cheek. Bending slowly, a knight on one knee as he seemed to tower over her, covering er frame as he kissed his way from the middle of her spine downward. One hand landing hard and leaving a mark just along the curve of one cheek.. His mouth, dragging along until he’s buried against the soft flesh, mouthing something indecipherable but distinctly sounds like mine.
Before he pulls back, haphazardly disacrding armor and clothes and any other distraction until he’s dragging her by her full hips against him. His hands rough even as they grip her tightly in place.
“ I need to hear you beg for it. “
