Aerolus stared at her hungrily. If she bit her lip one more time… She chewed the soft pink flesh in puzzlement, and he nearly growled with need.
“You asked for it,” he muttered before sampling what he’d been dying to taste for weeks.
Startled, she froze, and he had to work to relax her. The minute they touched, his body tightened, wanting her with every nerve ending he possessed. Damn she was hot, so small and fragile under his looming strength, but so sexually intoxicating she made him fevered with lust.
She smelled like wild iria, the elusive yet invaluable poppies that grew in Tanselm’s most prized valleys. The flowers were deadly if sampled without the proper spells, and despite the similarities of flower to woman, his mind blanked to all but her touch, ignoring the whisper of self-preservation that begged to be heard.
The roaring in his blood swelled, and he deepened the kiss, slipping past her soft lips to sample the sweetness of her mouth. Her tongue met his almost shyly, then demanded equal access, searing his soul with a hunger so intense it was a miracle they were both still vertical.
She shifted in his arms, pressing his needy cock with her belly as she did so. He groaned, unable to resist her. It was as if someone had cast a spell over him. He was thoroughly bewitched. As he stared down at her, he could see a light sheen of energy leaving her to twine around him, binding them. Instead of worrying about it, a sense of rightness engulfed him and made him that much harder.
“Aerolus, what--” she began breathlessly before he sealed her question with another kiss.
Unable to do more than experience his affai to the fullest, Aerolus intended for the first time in his life to let go of his intellect and allow the warrior within him free reign. Just once, he wanted to experience the passion and emotion a man felt when he mated with a woman like—hell. Much as he needed her delectable body, he refused to make love to his affai without knowing her name.
Trying to ignore his engorged cock that demanded satisfaction, he couldn’t help rubbing against her as he nibbled at her neck.
“Purie, I have to know your name.” He nipped at her pulse and slid his hands to her perfect breasts, groaning at how much he needed to come within her.
“My,” she paused as he pinched one nipple. “M-my name?”
He kissed her, persuading her with his body to answer and quickly. Continuing to fondle her breasts with one hand, he lowered his other to cup her hot mound, glorying in the wetness he felt seeping through the silk.
“My name,” she said again, gasping as he rubbed between her thighs, seeking the very core of her pleasure. “It’s Alandra,” she clutched at his arms, making him aware of how very slight she was in contrast to himself.
“And you need to, ah …” She looked dazed, disoriented as she focused on his mouth. “We really need to talk.” She licked her lips, her hands clenched around his arms.
“Later, Alandra,” he murmured and kissed the hollow of her ear, blowing softly into it, describing in detail just what he intended to do to her. He pushed her dress up her hips and feathered his fingers over her creamy white skin, seeking her bare flesh that was so responsive to his touch. He soon found what he’d been seeking between her legs, and he rubbed harder in response to her quickening breathing, the silk of her dress flowing over his arms like a streaming wind of pure, unadulterated sex.
Lord, but the feel of her was sheer heaven. Hot and wet, and so very, irresistibly erotic. Had the need not pressed him so much, he would have liked to taste her. But he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. A raging tornado of lust whipped through him, eroding his better sense the longer he touched her.
“We should stop,” she managed, her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she clutched as his forearms. “I need to—” She jerked, her body trembling, on the verge of climax.
Aerolus stared down at her, aware he’d never witnessed so beautiful a moment as this.
“Come for me, love,” he whispered before he kissed her and pressed hard against her clit.
She moaned into his mouth as she shuddered, her orgasm nearing, her quickening female energy a balm that both soothed and further aroused him.
Unable to stop, he ground his pelvis against her, thrusting his cock against her firm body. Impatient, he spelled his jeans open, unzipping his fly to grant her access. Grabbing one of her hands, he thrust it inside his pants, more grateful than words could say when her small hand clasped tightly around him and began pumping.
He thrust a finger inside her, then another, and feeling her slick walls closing around him as she came pushed him into a raging climax in mere moments.
He groaned as he spurted over her hand and against her belly, thrusting inside her with his fingers like he wanted to thrust with his cock.
Some time later, as he began to regain his bearings, he realised his was the heavy breathing in the otherwise silent room.
Alandra could only stare up at him, in awe of what she’d just experienced. Never, not once in her life, had she ever felt so consumed by another. The meaningless, pleasurable trysts with the oversexed males in Aelle had left her physically satisfied, for a brief time, but never mind-numbingly limp.
And to think she could have succumbed so easily, put up so little resistance to the man she’d been guarding for so long, made her feel all of three inches tall. Damn it, she was Aellei, a creature of magic, and one who should have felt both superior and mentally stronger than the male she’d protected. The male who even now remained buried inside her, having overridden any and all thought to deny him.
He slowly withdrew his hand from between her legs and righted himself, making her flush from the sudden desire that flared for more of him. Good night, but if he was that good with his fingers, she could only imagine how his large, pulsing shaft would feel inside her.
She bit her lip and tried to force the lascivious images from her mind. But the more she tried to ignore them, the harder the images hit her.
Passing a hand over her eyes in an attempt to stop the tide of lust building in her again, she surprised herself by feeling the one thing she’d never thought to feel. Regret. She deeply regretted the fact she’d been intimate with Aerolus Storm, when for months she’d relished the idea of finally sating herself with him.
One orgasm from the Storm Lord and she was turning into a splay-legged nymph. Much as she’d always disdained Shadren’s native fey, she could now understand their addiction to the base experience of uninhibited sex. Whereas she’d once been selective and sparing in her lovers, she couldn’t help wanting to glut herself with Aerolus Storm until she could no longer function.
A glance at him saw him staring at her with curiosity and a haze of hunger that made hers throb in response. Shadows, but he was more than dangerous. All her fantasies couldn’t come close to the potent reality of his unleashed sensuality.
The illusion of light in the chamber flickered, bringing with it the reality of where they were and why they were here. Worried that he could make her forget herself, for even a brief time, Alandra knew she needed to regroup and revise her strategy.
Clearing her throat, she pushed, shoved and wrangled her libido behind a wall of common sense and sobriety. Taking control of the meeting, as she should have from the beginning, she breathed deeply.
I am in charge. I am in control. I am Aellei.
“Aerolus Storm,” she said in a regal voice and nodded respectfully, completely disregarding their previous intimacy. “I am Alandra le Aelle, the woman who not only saved your life several nights past, but who has kept a close watch on you from the moment you stepped in this plane.”