Page 88 of Savage Elites

Flashing me a grin of straight, white teeth, he pounced on top of me, placed his hands over my wrists, and maneuvered them at the sides of my head. “Then I hid my emotions well.”

Every nerve ending tingled with excitement. This was nothing like my first time in the hideout with Leopold and Sebastian, who had taken things at a slower, more gentlemanly pace. But this aggressive side to Prakash was thrilling, and I couldn’t wait to see how far he would go.

I glanced from left to right. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you in place.”

Licking my lips in anticipation of another kiss, I murmured, “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“I intend to keep you that way,” he murmured into my ear.

A shiver skittered down my spine and settled into my fully awakened core. Prakash Kashaayah, the most aloof of the kings, now had me in his grip and wasn’t letting go. I arched up into his chest, and he growled his approval.

“Do you know how many times in calculus I thought about turning around and kissing your pretty, pink lips?” He nipped at my earlobe.

Ripples of pleasure traveled down to my nipples. Even though he held me in place, he still balanced his weight on his knees and elbows. I wanted to feel his body everywhere on mine and rock into his tantalizing hardness.

“You barely even looked in my direction,” I whispered.

“Because it took every ounce of self-control to stop myself from doing this.”

His hand trailed up my bare thigh, sending a line of fire to my core, which pulsed and heated with desire. I swallowed hard. The other kings had been tentative, almost gentlemanly, if one set aside Leopold’s naughty words, but Prakash was masterful. Dominant. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he wanted me.

“Please,” I murmured. “If I don’t feel your body on top of mine right now, I think I’ll explode.”

His dark brows rose a fraction. “As you wish.”

With excruciating slowness, Prakash lowered his torso onto mine. I parted my legs and bucked my hips, my silent way of saying I wanted to feel all of him. Prakash obliged, and his erection lay flush against my core.

I would have grabbed his ass, but he had trapped my wrists. Instead, I writhed under the promising bulge, trying to build up a little friction. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “You feel so good.”

A satisfied rumble reverberated in his chest. Half purr, half growl, but all sexy.

He trailed kisses along my jawline and down the column of my neck until they reached my starched shirt collar. Anticipation tingled through my insides. Would he stop there, or would he pull off my top?

He stared down at me through heavy-lidded eyes. From this angle, his irises were so dark, I couldn’t tell the size of his pupils.

“Undo your tie,” he said.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “Will you undo yours?”

Still keeping his eyes on mine, he released my wrists and pulled the knot of his shirt free. After throwing the accessory on the floor, he growled, “Your turn.”

With hands that trembled with excitement, hands that longed to explore that dark, olive flesh, I pulled my tie free.

His gaze trailed down to the swell of my breasts, and the tiniest of smiles curled his lips. “Unbutton your shirt.”

“You first.” I smiled back, trying not to salivate at the prospect of seeing Prakash half-naked.

His dark brows quirked. “As you wish.”

Prakash took his time in sliding the buttons out of their little holes. Each reveal of his beautiful, brown flesh elicited a sharp intake of breath from me, and by the time he revealed a ripped torso of firm pecs and a tight six-pack, I was gasping out his name and reaching out to touch him.

“Your turn,” he said.

“You’re so bossy.” Keeping my eyes on his, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall open.

His gaze roved over my breasts, and he licked his lips. “Something tells me you like it that way.” His large hand reached for my left boob, and he paused. “May I?”