Page 90 of Knight’s Dominion

"You're awake." Stupid question, he was obviously awake, but he'd taken her by surprise.

He nuzzled the back of her neck, and she heard him draw in a breath. "Love the way you smell…fuck, it turns me on.”

He was hard and hot against her ass. She wiggled her butt against him and chuckled. “No shit.”

A growl rumbled through his chest against her back. "Don't test me, female.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll give it to you like I’m fucking desperate to.”

Her stomach swooped. “You haven’t already?”

“Been gentle with you so far,” he rasped.

Her stomach clenched. “You think I can’t handle you? I’m tougher than you think.”

His hand dipped between her thighs. “Oh, I know you are. But I didn’t want to scare you away.”

“I’m not scared of you,” she said. “I can take anything you can dish out.”

She turned in his arms, and he instantly pinned her to the mattress, his eyes black and glittering. “You ever been tied down, Grace? Fully at someone else’s mercy, putting your pleasure totally in someone else’s hands?” His gaze dropped to her mouth and his nostrils flared.

Her heart raced faster. Could she do that? Could she give him that kind of power over her? He watched her, unflinching, all brutal demon warrior.

His phoned pinged and he glanced at it on the bedside table and cursed. He kept her pinned under him as he snatched it up and put it to his ear. “What?” He grunted unhappy. “Now?”

Another string of curse words, a lot more creative this time, and looking so put out and surly by the interruption it was almost comical.

Suddenly Grace had to bite her lip not to giggle. She never giggled. Like ever. Maybe it was the release of nervous energy that was saturating the room. Whatever it was, she couldn’t hold it in.

Chaos ended the call and looked down at her, jaw tight. “Something funny?”

She shook her head. "Nope."

His eyes crinkled at the corners, an almost smile, but then he sat up abruptly and swung out of bed, tagging his jeans off the floor in one fluid movement.

She rolled to her side, resting her head in her hand, and took in his beautiful, powerful body, his shaved head, the tattoos, all that smooth skin. Lethal was the word that came to mind. The male was a deadly weapon all on his own.

He turned back to her, and she licked her lips when he shoved his jeans on, took his erection in hand and tucked it in, wincing as he zipped up.

Lethal...and stubborn.

Chaos was pissed off. He had plans for her this morning, and they’d been interrupted.

“So sulky,” she said, smirking. “Someone’s used to getting his own way.”

He rubbed a hand over his chest, his abs tightening, and he frowned, looking sexy and grumpy at the same time. “I don’t sulk.”

Was he trying to make her insane on purpose? Her smirk turned into a grin. “I’d say you were seriously close to throwing a full-on tantrum.”

He fished a shirt out of his dresser and tugged it on, and when he turned back, she swallowed hard at the determined look in his eyes.

“Female, you have no idea what I want to do to you right now. None. Laughing at me for being forced to get up and leave you in my bed, wet and unsatisfied, has just earned you a punishment.”

Holy shit. Her thighs snapped together, and she had to squeeze them tight. “Punishment?”

Every bit of his hot-blooded focus was on her. “I promise you’ll like it.”