Alerio’s mouth closed over a nipple and sucked in a demanding pull. Her eyes popped open and she exhaled, shuddering as pulses of pleasure stabbed from the rose tip, flashing to her brain and swelling cunt. Caressing the other breast, he tugged its budded nipple, sending waves of keen sensation rolling through her with every hard beat of her heart.
Yet there was something she had to tell him. Now, despite the rising tide of blinding pleasure. Now, before they went any further. She caught his head in her palms and stared down into his eyes. Willing him to listen. “I’m not a victim, Alerio. And you’re not going to treat me like one.”
“I’ve never thought of you as a victim.” His stroking hand stilled as his expression hardened. But when she tensed, his gaze softened. “And I would never hurt you, Dona. Will never. On my honor as a Warlord.”
That was not an oath his people took lightly. If he said he wouldn’t hurt her, he wouldn’t. Period. Which is why it shook her to the core. “I believe you, Alerio.” Deep within her, something scarred and vulnerable began to unwind from its tight, defensive ball.
“How about this one, then?” He caught her around the waist and tumbled her down on the couch. “I’ve never wanted another woman the way I want you.” Stretching out on top of her, he claimed her mouth in fierce demand as he settled over her like a cloak of solid male muscle.
Sighing into his mouth, Dona relaxed into boneless surrender, stroking the powerful tendons and muscles of his body, fingertips savoring their smoothly working contours. Her free hand slid around his thick rib cage to caress his back, drifting down his spine to grip his powerful ass. “Mmmm,” she purred, enjoying the banquet of sensation that was Alerio Dyami. “You feel incredible.”
“Thank you.” Alerio grinned in a white flash of teeth, his glowing eyes watching her nipples dance on the rise of her breasts. “I can definitely return the compliment. Gods, your skin is soft. Like silk and fur and rose petals.” He laughed softly. “Well, I never claimed to be a poet.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining. Though if you’d like to . . .” Before she could finish the sentence he slid down and covered a nipple with his hot, wet mouth. Dona gasped at the darts of heat, squirming as he teased with stunning skill. “Have I mentioned . . . you have a very, very nice mouth. And tongue. And hands . . .”
Alerio looked up to grin. “Why, thank you.” Bending down again, he suckled a nipple back into his mouth. Dona tasted delicious, smelled even better, and felt nothing short of amazing. Gently, carefully, he scraped his teeth over the nubbin and listened to her moan of delight.
“Ohhh, that feels so niiice.”
“Just what I was thinking.” He laved her nipple with a swirling lap of his tongue.
She arched, catlike, sleek and soft and warm. Her legs parted. Alerio caught his breath as she slid a long, lean leg up the length of his to hook a graceful calf over his ass.
His cock twitched, trapped between her belly and his. Soft flesh teased its shaft until it jerked in hungry longing. Dona moaned again, so softly. Like a plea. The sound sent a bolt of erotic hunger through his brain as he inhaled the rich scent of her arousaclass="underline" rich with such erotic promise that his mouth went dry.
“Goddess Mother, I want you,” Alerio whispered against her breast.
Her fingers curved into claws and dug into his broad back. “Yes. Oh, yes . . .”
Goaded, he released her nipple and began to string a nibbling path down her body. Biting here, licking there, swirling designs with his tongue until she squirmed and sighed. Silken legs stroked up and down his hairy thighs as her nails dug into his back, raking just hard enough to make his blood race hotter.
He started alternating nips and tiny, careful bites as he worked down her torso, stopping to lap her belly button and nibble until she giggled, squirming. Satisfied—well, not yet, but soon—he slid between her long runner’s legs. She spread them eagerly wide and dug her nails in his shoulders. He growled at the tiny, delightful sting and kept sliding.
Until he could see the plump lips of her sex, covered in a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair that was soft as a kitten’s fur. He could smell her arousal, and his mouth flooded with saliva. Parting her nether lips with his thumbs, he admired the slick red petals shimmering under a coat of erotic cream. He groaned in anticipation and leaned down to taste. Salt and woman, and greedy arousal. Just wait, he told her lower lips. I’m a long way from done with you.
Dona ground her head back into the couch cushions as Alerio lapped in greedy strokes, pausing to probe or swirl or thrust. Fingers, tongue—he had equal skill with both. Pleasure pulsed through her body, making her feel more drunk than the ale had. “Gods, Alerio,” she gasped, writhing. “Your tongue . . .”
He paused halfway through a figure-eight pattern around her clit. “What about it?”
“What about what?” She sounded pleasure-stunned even to herself.
“You were saying something about my tongue.” He gave her another flickering stroke with its tip.
“It’s demonic.” She arched her back, grinding shamelessly against his face. “You’re demonic . . . making me so hot.”
“Should I stop?”
She dug in her nails. “Only if you want me to kill you.”
“We can’t have that.” He went back to teasing her, but now he worked his fingers into her cunt, pressing them deep, parting them in scissoring thrusts. Delicately ruthless and utterly irresistible.
Dona squirmed, hips pumping helplessly. Her panting moans sounded so nakedly erotic, Alerio’s cock bucked. Almost ready. He drew back to slide an index finger into her depths. Tight muscles gripped the digit.
“Goddess, you’re delicious,” Alerio rasped, imagining the sensations awaiting his aching cock. “And incredibly wet.”
“So when are you going to do something about it?” Dona growled, sounding just as impatient as he felt.
“Now.” He pushed up on hands and knees, then crawled up her body to settle into the arms she opened wide for him. “Right. Now.”
Alerio planted one hand on the pallet and used the other to position his cock at the opening of her sex. His first thrust made him freeze, afraid he’d come too early. She was just so incredible, slick, swollen tight as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock. Delight flared across his consciousness in an exquisite starburst.
“Oh gods, Alerio!” Drawing up her knees, she wrapped her legs around his waist, using the leverage to grind up to meet his stroking cock.
He breathed in desperate pants as the pleasure built and built even more. Dona ground up at him in an eloquent demand for more. More heat. More friction. More shimmering pleasure.
He fucked harder, pumping into the cradle of her body, watching her face with absorbed fascination as he gauged her pleasure and fought his own. Waiting for his moment, the moment.
He saw it arrive when her face went slack with what could have been pain or pleasure. Sliding a hand between them, Alerio thumbed the jutting button of her clit, circling it as he rode her with deep thrusts. Fending his own orgasm off with sheer will and concentration.
Dona gasped as inner muscles suddenly clamped tight in the first deep pulses of orgasm. He growled back, teeth grinding as he fought to give her the time to peak. He circled his hips to corkscrew his way deep, rolled his thumb over the tiny erection of her clit.
And watched her fly. She screamed, her body lashing against his, inner muscles tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing. Something about that sound made him buck against her and come, pulses shooting into her depths. Refusing to fight the shaking delight. She screamed, teeth gritted, writhing beneath him as he lost it and roared, shooting up into the blazing heights . . .