He stood and she blinked at the very visible reminder that he hadn’t come yet. His cock was huge and hard, the reddish tip wet with his arousal. The heavy veins that ran up and down his length were pulsing with power and barely restrained lust.
“On your knees.” He started to roll her over and she knew what he wanted. She’d never had a man take her from behind before. The thought was exciting, and though she’d just come, she felt passion rising within her once again.
She was a normal woman who liked sex and had enjoyed a select few partners over the years. But this was more elemental, a raw ache that went beyond the physical. She was on fire for Leander. Only he could satisfy the clawing need inside her, fill the emptiness.
“Spread your legs apart.” He tapped the inside of her thighs and she widened them. He gave a rumble of approval. She felt hot breath on her core a moment before his long tongue stroked over her pussy, making her jump. “So hot and tasty,” he murmured.
Araminta could feel her face heating. No other man had ever been so blunt about his sexuality, had never said such earthy things to her, but she liked it, liked the way he wanted her so much. It was a complete turn-on.
He gripped her hips and he slid his cock between the folds of her pussy. Rubbing back and forth, he coated his erection with her juices while teasing her clit with each stroke. She moaned and undulated her hips for maximum pleasure.
He put his knees on the bed beside hers and fitted the head of his cock at her slick opening. It was a tight fit, but he pushed steadily inward until the thick head was inside. Before she could take a breath, he powered all the way in.
In this position he went deep, stretching the sensitive tissues as she struggled to conform to his length and girth. He held himself steady, both of them breathing heavily. After a moment, he leaned down and nipped at her nape, making her jump. The motion drove him deeper, making them both moan.
“Okay?” he asked.
She nodded and shoved her butt toward him. He surrounded her with his massive body, impaled her with his large cock, but she’d never felt safer.
He wrapped one arm around her midsection and began to move. His thrusts were short and hard, and she was glad he was holding on to her or she would have probably fallen face first onto the mattress. Leander gripped her nape between his teeth, keeping her pinned in place as he took her.
He reached between her spread thighs with one hand and rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit. She cried out, her pussy squeezing his cock. Leander released his hold on her neck and roared. There was no other word for the sound he made. It was the powerful roar of a lion that almost deafened her as it echoed in her ears. His cock pulsed inside her, his release flooding her core. He kept coming and that set off another round of spasms within her.
Araminta’s arms gave out and she fell forward onto the bed with a groan. He was still so hard and hot inside her, still coming. She had no idea how long it lasted, but finally he gave a grunt and removed his arm from her waist. She flopped onto the mattress, limp as a noodle.
Leander hissed as he carefully removed his shaft and stretched out beside her. She didn’t know what to say, not after such earth-shattering lovemaking. Well, it was earth-shattering for her. For all she knew it might be normal for him.
She stroked her hand over his shoulder and his entire body arched in pleasure. His tattoo. She’d forgotten all about it, but suddenly wanted to see it again. “Roll over.”
He stared at her a moment, unblinking, but came to some internal decision and turned onto his side, his back toward her. A majestic lion stared back at her, his eyes the same color as Leander’s. No, not the same color, the same eyes.
They were one and the same.
She reached out and touched the creature’s head. Leander’s shoulders stiffened and then he rubbed his head against the pillow. It was fascinating how the two were connected. The lion was a part of him, the relationship totally symbiotic.
Chapter Thirteen
Leander wanted to roar again but desperately swallowed back the aching need to voice his pleasure, not wanting her to think he was more animal than man. He loved the feel of Araminta’s hands on his back, touching his tattoo. It was as good as having her stroke every inch of his body. He knew she had no idea how sensitive his tattoo was.
His entire body was still humming from making love to her. His cock should have been limp after the orgasm he’d just had, but he was still hard as steel and ready to go again. But he wouldn’t do that to Araminta, didn’t want to make her sore. He could fuck all night long, but her body was much more delicate and fragile than his. He had to remember that she was human and he was not.
It frustrated and angered him that even if they survived today he would lose her in a few short decades. No, not if, but when they survived. Araminta would live no matter the cost to himself. She was too precious to him.
Funny how in the long millennia before the war with Hades, none of them had ever considered taking a mate. They were warriors. They fought when necessary, they ate when they wanted and fucked willing women when the urge was upon them. But that was all secondary to their task of protecting the Lady.
Maybe it was the long years in captivity that had changed him, had made him appreciate the warmth of a woman’s body, her laughter and softness, made him want more than he’d had.
She stroked her hands over the lion’s flanks and his hips bucked, his cock jerking as if urging him to roll over and reach for her. If she kept this up he wouldn’t be responsible for what he did.
A muscle jumped in his jaw, and he clenched his teeth to keep from rolling over and taking her again. He didn’t think just any woman would have him feeling this way. He knew himself too well to believe that. He’d had his fair share of women in the days before the curse. Fucking was fun for both parties, but he’d always been ready to leave once it was over.
Not so with Araminta, and not just because he was honor-bound to protect her. No, he wanted to be with her. Her intelligence, her courage and her subtle beauty all drew him. It was as if the universe had created her just for him.
And he would not fail to protect such a treasure. He would not fight fate, nor would he question his good fortune. They were meant to be together, but if that could not happen, he would die protecting her.
She slid her small hand across the lion’s back and down his left flank.
Leander could take no more torture. He rolled and pounced on her in one motion, her shriek turning into a moan of pleasure as he shoved his way inside her. She was still wet from her earlier orgasm and took him easily. He purred, loving the way her pussy closed around him like soft, wet velvet.
“Again?” Her eyes were wide and her lips parted.
He leaned down and kissed her, twining his tongue against hers. When they were both breathless, he pulled back, letting his lips hover an inch away from hers. “Again.”
Araminta locked her thighs around his hips and moved with him as he fucked her. Her slick channel spasmed around him and he knew she was as close to coming as he was. This time was gentler than the last, but it didn’t take long. He rocked them both, supporting her back with his hand, leading her into each deep stroke.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and her eyes never left his. They came at the same time, neither of them looking away. Leander felt his heart lock and knew no other woman would ever own it. He belonged to Araminta and she to him.
Tears filled her eyes and he leaned down to lick away one salty drop that escaped from a corner. “Don’t cry.” He hated to see her upset.