Knowing the effect he had on her began a kind of positive feedback loop; the more she responded to his kisses, the more he could feel arousal simmering in the pit of his stomach, the more kisses he bestowed. The more this happened, the less he wanted to indulge in this silly game of teasing and simply get to the point.
Still, it wouldn’t do to give in too quickly. He wanted to make this memorable, after all. He’ll ruin intimacy with any other man for her, make her think only of him, and when she’s under his thrall, all but adoring every aspect of his being? that’s when he’ll break her.
He will. He absolutely will. He’s prepared to lose her. Really. It’s the plan, after all. He doesn’t have to make her an exception, and he won’t.
It’s not like she’s special.
Corlana’s enthusiastic response caught him off guard, uttering a strangled groan. Large hands found her hips, gripping as though fearful she may withdraw at any instant. True enough his past life had afforded him a wealth of experience in flirtation and all manner of bedroom activities, but there was no denying the span of time since his last indulgence. Death and duty had consumed his life: there had been no time or opportunity. Not until Corlana. He found himself, like it or not, as intoxicated by every kiss and nip as she had been by his own teasing; worse yet the evidence was harder for him to disguise.
When she pulled away he was still panting lightly, pupils blown, hair tousled. It was undeniable fact that he’s in as deep as she, and yet pride would never let him make such admission. “Not bad,” he mused, sharp teeth bared in a smug grin, voice still breathy. “You might learn something yet, if you apply yourself a little more.”
Corlana flushed, cheeks bright pink and warm. Anger and arousal danced with movements she could not possibly understand, not while she stood here staring at him while he looked back at her.
“You are an idiot,” she growled, palms on his chest as she pushed him to the ground. “I will be grateful for the day you learn to keep your mouth shut.”
A blessing and a curse that Nathaniel had encountered her at her camp. Her armour lay forgotten next to her bedroll, allowing her to feel the heat of his body as she sat on his torso, thighs pressing against his ribcage.
“Do you have any idea of how infuriating every word you say is?”