His fingers brushed up
her ribs to her breasts. His mouth followed, leaving a trail of heated pecks
and nips in their wake. Encircling one of her fleshy mounds with his hand, he
eased his fingers to her nipple, making the tip peak.
She swallowed and let her ragged breaths escape her as he
wet his lips and touched her areola with his mouth. He lapped the budding top.
With his teeth, he gently tugged on the tip as his tongue circled the nipple. A
cry of pleasure erupted from her. The need to mate surged through her. She ran
her hands through his dark hair, holding him against her. “Drakkar…”
Wetness burgeoned between her legs, like water rushing
through a broken dike. Moistness coated her inner thighs.
“You’re ready for me,” he rasped. The strength and promise
in his voice taunted her. The warmth of his breath caressed her nipple, making
it peak harder. She arched her hips and his hand dropped to her mons, sliding
his fingers through the hair covering it until he reached her clit. He rubbed
the vestige of her sex. “Wet.” He ran a finger against her slick folds and
dipped it inside.
She grasped his arms, clamped onto the rock hard biceps that
were part of the strength of the man—a reminder to her of his ability to do
what he’d said, protect her.
As well as a reminder of his power to prevent her from
completing her personal mission. “No.” She shook her head as she spoke to
herself, needing to banish any thought of something more than this pleasure.
“What is it you want, Beloved?” His exhalation feathered her
skin, heating her flesh where it touched.
She groaned, wishing he hadn’t heard her mumbling. She slid
her hands down his solid pecs and the sculpted abs below to the waistband of
his pants. “You have too many clothes on.” She slipped her fingers inside his
waistband and pulled down the fabric as far as she could, caressing the high
end of his taut butt in the process.
He lifted a corner of his sensual mouth. An erotic gleam
shone in his eyes. “Easily corrected.” Rolling off the bed, he quickly
dispatched the cloth and hastened to rejoin her, yet even as he did so, she
appreciated the view. Drakkar’s back was broad yet it tapered to a narrow
waist. His ass and legs were tough, molded for strength.
She nestled against him as he rejoined her. “You are right,
my Beloved,” she said, her voice thick with sex.
“About?” He circled an arm around her shoulder, drawing her
into him and lifted her chin with the crook of his finger, his green eyes
tentative, as if unsure what she would say next.
She giggled against his palm and kissed it. “When you
claimed me, you said we would at least have handsome children.” She took his
hand in hers and eased his palm along her cheek. “If they look anything like
you, I will be pleased.”
He chuckled with a hint of amazement, as if he couldn’t
believe she accepted him so readily. “I’m glad the sight of my naked ass turns
you on. I was afraid…” He bit his lip and only spoke the concern through his
gaze.
She released his hand then fingered his lips and placed a
gentle peck on them. “You think I don’t want you?” She exhaled against his
chin. “For once, you couldn’t be more wrong.” She suckled the sensitive spot at
the crook of his neck.
“Then why do you fight me?” He rose on the elbow he’d slid
under her shoulders and rested the other hand aside her head.
She looked at him and cringed at the pain she saw in his
gaze. “Not tonight, Drakkar. Please. I want this evening to be just ours. Not
our issues.”
He swallowed again. She lightly fingered the knot of his
Adam’s apple as his gaze softened. She would remember this about him.
“Jinn, I…”
He paused. She knew he wanted to tell her more but she also
knew he still held his secrets, as she did hers. She smiled and fingered his
full lips. “It’s all right.” She allowed herself a haunting smile. “Tomorrow
I’m sure we will fight.”
His mouth
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