atop him. In moments, other senses swept
into her consciousness—the heat from Drakkar’s body, the thin sheen of sweat on
hers. She nibbled at the salty flesh of his neck, small moans of wonder still
exuding from her. Drakkar quickly rolled her over again and pumped himself into
her. He’d closed his eyes and she watched his face, saw the lines in it deepen
with pleasure. He was a prisoner of his desire for her, his lust for her demanding
to be sated. She relished that. That he would need her so badly.
Then she felt it again. Her sexual hunger rising.
He growled as his fulfillment magnified. The sound only
proved to stir her more. Tremors racked her body again as the speed of his
penetration hastened. Her rough moans grew louder. She wanted this, hungered
for it like an Androsian drug. Before the climax took her again, she knew she
was as much a captive to this joint need of theirs as he was. Letting all
thought go, she peaked once more.
Then Drakkar growled with his release. His body shook as he
came. His chest heaved with unsteady breaths. She palmed his torso while he
looked at her and held himself above her.
Pausing a moment to catch his breath, he lay against her.
“Woman, in all that’s holy, you can’t ever leave me again. I don’t think I
could survive another length of time without this.”
She giggled, knowing that untrue but understanding what he
meant. There was nothing like this. And perhaps that’s the way it was meant to
be. For most couples driven by the need to bond, anyway.
“I know what you mean.” She fingered his face. “I have
missed at least this about you.”
He scowled in play. “But not my demands.”
She sputtered. “No, not those.”
He smirked. “But we’re not talking about those tonight.”
She inhaled seductively and raised her breasts to rub
against him. “No, we are not. Tonight we are pretending we are not at odds with
one another.”
He arched a brow. “We’re pretending?”
She grimaced. “Well then call it ignoring if you must. I just
want to appreciate this.” She palmed the flesh where her hands lay. She
relished the way he felt, both outside and inside her. She’d never had someone
who fit so well against her. She sighed as she touched him, loving the contrast
of the softer skin that covered such rock-hard muscle. “You are a powerful man,
my mate.”
He closed his arms about her in a tender embrace. She was
amazed at how gentle such a robust man could be.
“And you like that?”
Jinn giggled. “Yes, wouldn’t any woman?”
His full lips twisted in confusion. “I thought maybe I…” He
shook his head. “But we’re not going to talk about that tonight.”
She brushed his lips with her fingertips once more.
“Drakkar, there are things I need to do that you would not understand.” Or
more aptly, agree with.
He frowned. “You could try me.”
She shook her head a moment. “Not now.” She traced the line
of his cheek with a finger. “Right now I want to enjoy your company and forget
about everything else.”
He pressed his full lips together and the lines around his eyes
deepened his look concerned, curious—cautious. “If you must,” he murmured,
inhaling.
She pulled his grim mouth to hers, wanting to tease the
seriousness out of him. He returned her ardor, and this time, his mouth took
hers with tender adoration. “Jinn, I want this to work.”
“I know,” she breathed against him. “But tonight just love
me, Drakkar. Pretend I’m your most priceless treasure.”
She fought back the lone tear that threatened to fall,
knowing that come morning, they would be enemies once more.
Chapter Five
Your most priceless treasure.
God’s teeth . The truth slammed into him. She was! How
or why that had happened, he didn’t know, but he knew that in this short time
she’d etched a notch in his heart—and if he let her, she could easily tear that
small cut wide open. He couldn’t let her use this weakness against him.
He
into her consciousness—the heat from Drakkar’s body, the thin sheen of sweat on
hers. She nibbled at the salty flesh of his neck, small moans of wonder still
exuding from her. Drakkar quickly rolled her over again and pumped himself into
her. He’d closed his eyes and she watched his face, saw the lines in it deepen
with pleasure. He was a prisoner of his desire for her, his lust for her demanding
to be sated. She relished that. That he would need her so badly.
Then she felt it again. Her sexual hunger rising.
He growled as his fulfillment magnified. The sound only
proved to stir her more. Tremors racked her body again as the speed of his
penetration hastened. Her rough moans grew louder. She wanted this, hungered
for it like an Androsian drug. Before the climax took her again, she knew she
was as much a captive to this joint need of theirs as he was. Letting all
thought go, she peaked once more.
Then Drakkar growled with his release. His body shook as he
came. His chest heaved with unsteady breaths. She palmed his torso while he
looked at her and held himself above her.
Pausing a moment to catch his breath, he lay against her.
“Woman, in all that’s holy, you can’t ever leave me again. I don’t think I
could survive another length of time without this.”
She giggled, knowing that untrue but understanding what he
meant. There was nothing like this. And perhaps that’s the way it was meant to
be. For most couples driven by the need to bond, anyway.
“I know what you mean.” She fingered his face. “I have
missed at least this about you.”
He scowled in play. “But not my demands.”
She sputtered. “No, not those.”
He smirked. “But we’re not talking about those tonight.”
She inhaled seductively and raised her breasts to rub
against him. “No, we are not. Tonight we are pretending we are not at odds with
one another.”
He arched a brow. “We’re pretending?”
She grimaced. “Well then call it ignoring if you must. I just
want to appreciate this.” She palmed the flesh where her hands lay. She
relished the way he felt, both outside and inside her. She’d never had someone
who fit so well against her. She sighed as she touched him, loving the contrast
of the softer skin that covered such rock-hard muscle. “You are a powerful man,
my mate.”
He closed his arms about her in a tender embrace. She was
amazed at how gentle such a robust man could be.
“And you like that?”
Jinn giggled. “Yes, wouldn’t any woman?”
His full lips twisted in confusion. “I thought maybe I…” He
shook his head. “But we’re not going to talk about that tonight.”
She brushed his lips with her fingertips once more.
“Drakkar, there are things I need to do that you would not understand.” Or
more aptly, agree with.
He frowned. “You could try me.”
She shook her head a moment. “Not now.” She traced the line
of his cheek with a finger. “Right now I want to enjoy your company and forget
about everything else.”
He pressed his full lips together and the lines around his eyes
deepened his look concerned, curious—cautious. “If you must,” he murmured,
inhaling.
She pulled his grim mouth to hers, wanting to tease the
seriousness out of him. He returned her ardor, and this time, his mouth took
hers with tender adoration. “Jinn, I want this to work.”
“I know,” she breathed against him. “But tonight just love
me, Drakkar. Pretend I’m your most priceless treasure.”
She fought back the lone tear that threatened to fall,
knowing that come morning, they would be enemies once more.
Chapter Five
Your most priceless treasure.
God’s teeth . The truth slammed into him. She was! How
or why that had happened, he didn’t know, but he knew that in this short time
she’d etched a notch in his heart—and if he let her, she could easily tear that
small cut wide open. He couldn’t let her use this weakness against him.
He
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