She could feel the wound pulsing, achingly sensitive.
"You complain about the bite, but not the barb?" The casual tone of his voice was not reflected in the tenseness of his body.
"Yeah, well." She cleared her throat nervously. "The barb I can forgive you for. That bite is going to get your ass kicked if my brothers see it, though. I'd prefer to keep you in one piece." He stared down at her thoughtfully.
"I think you enjoyed the barb." He lowered his head, his tongue rasping over the small wound from his bite. "And I think you liked the bite, too, Lyra."
She shivered as his tongue rasped over it, sending currents of pleasure whipping through her.
"Maybe," she gasped in pleasure, standing still, her hands at her sides, curled into fists to keep from touching him, to keep from disturbing the emotion she could feel weaving around her.
"Come here, baby." He pulled her into his arms, leaving her no other choice but to lift her own, her hands moving to his neck, to his glorious mane of hair. "Let's see how much you like both."
His head lowered, his lips covered hers, and she was lost. She knew she was lost. Taken in a firestorm of sensual heat as the delicately flavored hormone began to surge through her already prepared senses.
She moaned into his kiss, her lips parting, accepting his tongue, drawing on it as a savage growl vibrated in his throat. Her nails bit into his shoulders, scraped the flesh, caressing him in turn as his hands gripped her bu**ocks and lifted her against his thighs.
She was aware of him moving her, laying her back on the cushions of the overstuffed couch as he moved over her. He pushed the shirt over her br**sts, but neither of them could break the kiss long enough to tear it off. But somehow he had removed his sweats.
She could feel his cock, hard and heavy against her thigh as his hands roved over her sensitized body. They moaned, the sounds of their pleasure mixing, merging as he lifted her to him, the broad crest of his erection pressing against the slick, readied entrance to her spasming pu**y.
"Lyra…" His harsh, graveled voice pierced her heart as he tore his lips from hers, raising his head to stare down at her with eyes that seemed to melt with emotion.
Oh God, she loved him. Everything about him. Every portion of him.
"Now," she whispered as he paused. "Love me, Tarek…
Please…"
He grimaced, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a savage snarl as he stared down at her in surprise.
"Don't you know, Lyra?" His smile was bittersweet. "Don't you know just how much I do love you?"
She would have smacked him, or at least yelled at him for saying it with such hopeless pain. But he chose that moment to begin pushing into her, stretching her snug muscles as he worked his c**k inside her.
Fiery, agonizing heat filled her. The pleasure was lightning fast, flaring through every portion of her body as he rocked against her.
She felt him, inch by inch, sinking into her, just as he had taken her heart. Bit by bit, forcing her wide, searing her with not just the pleasure, but the sheer gentleness he used.
"I would die for you," he whispered against her ear, hiding his expression against her neck as she convulsed around him, her hands locking in his hair. "Don't you know, Lyra, I live for you now. For now and for always."
He surged through the final depths of her aching sex, pushing in fiercely before retreating with the same agonizing pace he had used to enter her.
"Tarek." She bit his ear. He was making her wild, setting her heart aflame, sending her body into quaking shudders of pleasure. "Just live for me," she gasped. "Oh God." He thrust into her quickly, retreated slowly, stealing her breath, her thoughts.
"Oh baby, I'm not nearly finished with you." His voice was so dark, so velvet-rough it nearly sent her into climax. Her womb convulsed; her breath caught in her throat as her clit swelled in nearing ecstasy.
He leaned back, his knees pressing into the couch as he draped her legs Over his thighs. His hands free, he lifted her against him, holding her to his chest as he stared into her shocked face.
"Takeoff the shirt."
His c**k throbbed inside her. Her pu**y was sucking at him with rapturous greed, and he was worried about her shirt?
"Now." His voice hardened, his gaze turning stubborn. "I won't give you what you need, Lyra, until you do." Her hands lowered from his neck, gripping the shirt and struggling to jerk it over her head as one hand gripped her buttock and lifted her several inches from the thick wedge of his cock. Then he released her, thrusting hard and deep inside her again as she whimpered in delirious need.
The shirt cleared her head, though she struggled to force it from her arms. Finally it was gone, her hands moving to his shoulders again, her legs tightening around his hips as she fought to force him to move inside her.
"Tarek, I'm going to skin you alive if you keep torturing me." She knew the pitiful whimper in her voice didn't exactly carry the threat well. But he should know her well enough to know she would keep her word. Maybe.
He chuckled.
"Hold on. We're going to the bed."
"The bed?" Her eyes widened in horror as he moved easily from the couch.
She shuddered as his c**k shifted with each movement.
"I heard that last time," her strangled gasp nearly became a mewl of rapture as his c**k began to f**k in and out of her with each step. "Those steps…" She moaned at the sensation of his movements inside her. "Aren't so comfortable."
"We'll make it." He sounded too confident. Too determined. Sweet Lord, he was going to kill her.
She swore he would. She knew he would.
"Oh God. Tarek. Tarek, I can't stand it," she was screaming his name as he began to take the steps with a heavy, quick stride.
His c**k slammed inside her, taking her breath before retreating, rocking in, thrusting forcibly, then rocking inside her again.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, gasping, desperate cries fell from her lips as she tightened her legs around his hips and fought to hang on.
The first orgasm ripped through her on the sixth step. On the twelfth she was shuddering, jerking in his arms as the second stole her breath and her mind.
She was only barely aware of him actually making it to the bed, laying her back, and gripping her hips as he began to f**k her into a third, destructive climax.