Anyone who thought a woman couldn’t be powerful while on her knees was wrong. Dead wrong. The belief must be a myth. A trumped-up misconception, but Elise knew better now. Blowjobs equaled power, on a grand scale. The kind every woman ought to wield, and as she swirled her tongue around Cyprus, learning what he liked, holding him in thrall with her mouth, she wondered what the hell had taken her so long. She should have been more adventurous and tried it sooner. Then again, maybe not.

Maybe wanting sex this way depended on the man. Maybe she wouldn’t have enjoyed it with someone else. No one but Cyprus had ever made her feel desired and cherished, needed and important, as though she was somehow vital to him.

With a purr of enjoyment, she bobbed up to suck on the tip of his erection. He groaned. She slid back down. His hand tightened in her hair. She did it again, shaking his foundation, increasing his pleasure, making him a prisoner of her desire.

God, she loved the taste of him. Loved feeling his muscles flex and release. Adored hearing his rough growls and guttural groans. Relished driving him to the edge of control and keeping him there. She hummed again. Soon, any second now…

She opened wider, taking more of him. Another quick flick over the sensitive spot she discovered beneath the head, and he’d lose—

“Bloody hell, lass. Not so fast.” Fisting her hair, he slowed her strokes, fighting his need to come.

Satisfaction whipped through her. He was close. So very close, and she was the cause. Was about to demolish his control and push him over the edge. She sucked harder.

He cursed under his breath. “Use your tongue, talmina. Take me deeper.”

Letting him guide her, she obeyed and opened wider, welcoming him and all he gave her. Her head bobbed as her tongue swirled, licking over his length. She took him to the back of her throat with the next stroke.

“Goddess,” he rasped, fingers gripping her hair, his eyes on her face. “That’s it, Elise. Give me more and…goddamn, you feel good. So fucking good.”

He increased the rhythm, giving her more to swallow.

She egged him on, so aroused she ached inside. An orgasm hung on the horizon, in view but out of reach and…hmm, baby. She needed it. Wanted to come so badly she hurt. With a whimper, Elise pressed her knees together, searching for relief and—

“No more. I cannae wait any longer.”

Drawing her mouth away, Cyprus lifted and spun her around. Her toes brushed the floor a second before he pivoted toward the table. Shoving books out of the way, he curled his hand over her shoulder and bent her forward. Her belly met the tabletop. The balls of her feet balanced on the floor, a tremor of excitement rumbled through her. She was at his mercy. Ass in the air, breasts pressed to the wooden surface, zero ability to move. Elise shivered in anticipation. He kicked her legs apart and stepped between her feet. The warmth of his chest brushed her spine as he pinned her down and stroked through her folds.

“You’re ready,” he said, his breath hot in her ear. A blunt finger touched her clit. Slick with arousal, he drew excruciating circles around the sensitive bundle, playing, teasing, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. “So hot, Elise. So wet. You enjoyed sucking on me, dinnae you?”

Dirty words. Instant arousal and…God, had she ever. She tried to answer. Nothing but breathy gasps came out.

“Tell me true, lass.” Pushing two fingers inside her, he stroked gently.

In. Out. Rub a spot deep inside her and retreat. Sharp pleasure bloomed.

Swallowing, she worked moisture back into her mouth. “Yes.”

“You want me tae fuck you now?”

Tilting her hips into his touch, she whimpered.

“Answer me.” His fingers paused, withholding her orgasm.

“Yes! Oh God, please. Please, Cyprus.”

He growled in approval. “Hold on tight, talmina. Your first ride is going tae be a rough one.”

The threat lit her up. Heat pooled in her abdomen. Rough. Gentle. Up against the wall or face down on a table. Elise didn’t care. The position didn’t matter just as long as he kept his promise and took her hard.

She moaned as his fingers left her.

He came right back and, positioning himself, pressed in. Her back arched. He pushed her back onto the tabletop. Holding her down, restraining her movement, Cyprus forged forward, filling her so full she clenched around him. Bliss exploded outward. Bright light flashed behind her eyelids. She heard him snarl. Felt his teeth scrap her shoulder as he set a quick pace, hammering into her from behind. Hard and fast. Rough and delicious. Over and over. She came again, pulsing around him as Cyprus used her for his pleasure, took what he needed, and shouted her name.