“You are a temptress,” he said raggedly.
“Angel no more. Am I back to being a demon from hell?”
“Wicked angel. The very best kind.” He rose up and circled her in his arms, the action pushing her further onto his cock. “My angel.”
She cradled him against her and then tilted their heads and took him in a savage kiss. She took his breath away. Possessive. Like he belonged only to her. And in this moment he did. No other woman existed for him. He doubted one ever would.
He reached down to curl his fingers around her hips. He needed her. Needed to push deep. To demonstrate his possession again. He lifted and then drove deep, arching his hips. They both cried out.
Her hands flew frantically over his shoulders, seeking purchase. With a growl, his lips found her neck, nipping and biting at the delectable flesh.
She arched her back, plumping her br**sts against his chest. The chords in her neck strained and bulged as he lifted and thrust over and over.
“ ’Twas I who was supposed to love you,” she said breathlessly.
“Oh aye, you were and you did. If you love me any harder, I’ll die from the effort.”
“Please,” she begged. “ ’Tis burning, Alaric. I can’t … I must …”
“Do what you must,” he urged.
She gripped his shoulders and began lifting herself out of his hands, pushing downward, harder and faster until she rode him as surely as he would his steed.
Unable to keep the position any longer, he lay back, hitting the mattress as she came down over him. He helped her, but she was a wild thing in his arms, her hips undulating as she took him over and over.
He’d never been so aroused by a woman. He’d never thought a woman so beautiful or giving. He’d never wanted a woman to be his as he wanted her.
His release boiled in his loins, rising like a tumultuous storm. Building, burning. Oh God, he wouldn’t last.
He slid his hand between their bodies, finding her slick heat. He stroked her pleasure spot and shuddered in ecstasy when she tightened spasmodically around him.
“I can’t last,” he cried hoarsely.
“Then let go,” she said, echoing his words from earlier. She leaned down and cupped his face in her hands. “I’ll be here to catch you, warrior.”
Her sweetness flooded his soul. With a strangled gasp, he let go and arched up. He barely managed to grasp her hips and tear himself from her sheath. He erupted in great liquid spurts as her hand cupped over him, holding him against her belly.
He continued to pulse against her flesh, his hands curled into tight balls at his sides. He twitched and thrust against her, unable to hold still as pleasure tore through his bones.
As he slowly lowered himself down to the bed once more, her grasp gentled and then she let go. She gazed curiously at his cock, now only partially erect and wiped her finger over a drop of liquid on the head.
She glanced back up at him before carefully sliding her finger into her mouth. Her tongue danced over the tip before letting it fall free, and he groaned all over again.
She lifted one delicate brow as his c**k twitched and became instantly erect.
“I wondered at your taste,” she said huskily. “You liked me tasting you.” She cocked her head to the side in concentration. “Before, when you loved me with your mouth and tongue … is that something men like for women to do to them?”
“Oh aye,” he breathed. “Just imagining your sweet mouth around my shaft is more than I can bear.”
“Oh. ’Tis something I’ve never given thought to before.”
He chuckled. “I should hope not. Where would you have gotten such thoughts from?”
She smiled. “Only a few hours in your company and I find myself completely debauched. Surely other lasses don’t dwell on such things.”
“I don’t care what other lasses think about,” he murmured. “Just one particular lass, and I’m awfully glad she’s thinking what she is right now.”
“Is it too soon?” she asked hesitantly. “I mean for me to …”
“Let me clean myself. Then I’ll lie down so you’re comfortable.”
She reclined on her elbow and watched as he strode naked across the chamber to the pitcher and basin by the window. It was intensely arousing to watch him carefully clean the stickiness from his shaft. She glanced down at the smear on her belly and realized that she, too, needed cleaning.
She looked up, prepared to rise but Alaric had returned, a wet cloth in his hand. He reclined on the bed next to her and gently wiped away his se**n from her belly.
His shaft distended stiffly from his groin, and he didn’t look comfortable. How could he be? It looked … painful. Swollen and thick.
Tentatively, she reached out to touch him. He jerked against her and made an odd sound in his throat.
“I’m not certain what to do. I don’t want to do it … wrong.”
Alaric smiled and cupped her cheek. “I guarantee you won’t do it wrong. Well, unless you use your teeth.”
She giggled and then trailed her hand over his abdomen and up to his chest. “Perchance, you could instruct me on the way of it.”
He kissed her, then nibbled at the corner of her mouth. “Aye, lass. I’ll show you the way of it, and then I’ll die a happy man inside your mouth.”
He rolled from the bed and stood at the edge. He held out his hand and when she took it, he pulled her to a sitting position. Then he arranged her legs so that her feet were planted on the floor and she was perched on the edge of the straw mattress.
She caught on immediately when she saw that his shaft was on perfect level with her mouth. He reached for her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he positioned her just so.
“Open your mouth, lass. Let me inside.”
He dropped one hand from her head and grasped the base of his cock. Slowly he guided himself forward, past her parted lips and over her tongue.
The sensation startled her. He was incredibly hard, blunt and probing, and yet the skin was silky soft, the sensation intoxicating.
“Relax. Trust me and breathe through your nose.”
She hadn’t realized how tense she was until his words settled over her. Heeding his instruction, she willed herself to relax and she sucked in air through her nostrils.
He framed her head with his hands and held her firmly while he eased forward, deeper than before. His fingers trembled. It was the only sign of how affected he was by her attentions.