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Otherworld creatures condemned her or scorned her, but not Leonidas. No wonder she wanted to get down and dirty with him out here on the wild North Yorkshire moors.
She’d slid her hand into his and offered her body. Be brave, Meena . She needed to stay strong even though she deceived him—and she didn’t want her inexperience to show. Rejection would rip her soul to shreds.
Then Goddess be praised, Leo swept her into his arms and carried her into the privacy of a copse of trees.
Chapter Eight
Meena ached inside, and the only way to soothe her pain was for Leo to plunge his cock into her. She was finally going to have sex—the soul-stealing, heart-stirring kind—and she couldn’t have a more perfect partner. Leo was all about sensuality and desire, but his absolute honesty tore her apart. No promises, he’d said. Goddess, she wanted forever. She’d not think about how he intended to move on and discard her, but it was probably for the best. She could never join him in the otherworld—always supposing he asked—not when the Witch Council had put a price on her head.
Leonidas’s prowess in battle thrilled her, but his quick brain and corded muscles delighted her. Sweet, protective Fae . Just looking down at the way his cock bulged beneath his leather pants made her slick and wet. The new feelings he roused inside her—love, hunger, and hot, hot desire—felt different from anything she’d ever experienced before. More real. More everything. Hekate, she was so desperate and needy, she almost came in her panties.
He’d already told her they had no chance of a future—and as an otherworld reject, she accepted that. For now she’d take everything he offered and live in the moment. Fuck in the moment, more like. He made her feel everything on a primal level—filled her with savage desires that fed the passion that sparked between. Damn, just being near him was like being bathed in a fire so primeval she burned with new longings, lust, and love.
She should press on and rescue her mother. She knew that, really. Only, in a world full of kidnappers, gunmen, and power-hungry Elves, she needed this time-out in Leonidas’s arms. She couldn’t think, couldn’t function for the sensual hunger he created inside her.
Snuggling closer, she buried her head against his chest as he carried her into the trees. His every step sent little jolts of desire shuddering through her cunt, and she loved that possessive look in his eyes.
Ahead, the spring sunshine illuminated a grass-covered bank. A wall of shrubs surrounded it, but he pushed through them and laid her on a bed of soft moss dotted with white wood anemones. When he lay beside her, blatant hunger flooded his gaze. Lazy like a cat waiting to be stroked, she lifted her arms overhead and arched her back.
He grasped one purple-streaked curl and stroked his fingers down it, letting it guide him to her breasts. “I can’t decide if you’re a delicious wanton, a dragon thief, a temptress, or a warrior. All I know for sure, querida, is that for today you’re mine.”
For today? Damn. In the words of William Shakespeare, she wanted “tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.” But when he looked at her like that, she’d take whatever he was willing to give.
He unlaced the top of her corset so slowly her desires pooled like a hot spring in her cunt, and tasted every inch of her sweet flesh as he revealed it. When he took one pearled pink nipple into his mouth, she moaned and thanked the Goddess she wasn’t wearing a bra. His breath was warm on her skin, and when he swirled his tongue around her nipples—a sweet raspy sensation that made her smile—she hummed under her breath. Finally, when he drew one hard peak between his lips and scraped his teeth over it, she purred. He treated the other nipple to a lingering kiss and moved on down to her jeans.
He stripped them off, and then she lay beneath him bare but for her lacy black panties. Except he was still fully clothed.
She’d slid her hand into his and offered her body. Be brave, Meena . She needed to stay strong even though she deceived him—and she didn’t want her inexperience to show. Rejection would rip her soul to shreds.
Then Goddess be praised, Leo swept her into his arms and carried her into the privacy of a copse of trees.
Chapter Eight
Meena ached inside, and the only way to soothe her pain was for Leo to plunge his cock into her. She was finally going to have sex—the soul-stealing, heart-stirring kind—and she couldn’t have a more perfect partner. Leo was all about sensuality and desire, but his absolute honesty tore her apart. No promises, he’d said. Goddess, she wanted forever. She’d not think about how he intended to move on and discard her, but it was probably for the best. She could never join him in the otherworld—always supposing he asked—not when the Witch Council had put a price on her head.
Leonidas’s prowess in battle thrilled her, but his quick brain and corded muscles delighted her. Sweet, protective Fae . Just looking down at the way his cock bulged beneath his leather pants made her slick and wet. The new feelings he roused inside her—love, hunger, and hot, hot desire—felt different from anything she’d ever experienced before. More real. More everything. Hekate, she was so desperate and needy, she almost came in her panties.
He’d already told her they had no chance of a future—and as an otherworld reject, she accepted that. For now she’d take everything he offered and live in the moment. Fuck in the moment, more like. He made her feel everything on a primal level—filled her with savage desires that fed the passion that sparked between. Damn, just being near him was like being bathed in a fire so primeval she burned with new longings, lust, and love.
She should press on and rescue her mother. She knew that, really. Only, in a world full of kidnappers, gunmen, and power-hungry Elves, she needed this time-out in Leonidas’s arms. She couldn’t think, couldn’t function for the sensual hunger he created inside her.
Snuggling closer, she buried her head against his chest as he carried her into the trees. His every step sent little jolts of desire shuddering through her cunt, and she loved that possessive look in his eyes.
Ahead, the spring sunshine illuminated a grass-covered bank. A wall of shrubs surrounded it, but he pushed through them and laid her on a bed of soft moss dotted with white wood anemones. When he lay beside her, blatant hunger flooded his gaze. Lazy like a cat waiting to be stroked, she lifted her arms overhead and arched her back.
He grasped one purple-streaked curl and stroked his fingers down it, letting it guide him to her breasts. “I can’t decide if you’re a delicious wanton, a dragon thief, a temptress, or a warrior. All I know for sure, querida, is that for today you’re mine.”
For today? Damn. In the words of William Shakespeare, she wanted “tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.” But when he looked at her like that, she’d take whatever he was willing to give.
He unlaced the top of her corset so slowly her desires pooled like a hot spring in her cunt, and tasted every inch of her sweet flesh as he revealed it. When he took one pearled pink nipple into his mouth, she moaned and thanked the Goddess she wasn’t wearing a bra. His breath was warm on her skin, and when he swirled his tongue around her nipples—a sweet raspy sensation that made her smile—she hummed under her breath. Finally, when he drew one hard peak between his lips and scraped his teeth over it, she purred. He treated the other nipple to a lingering kiss and moved on down to her jeans.
He stripped them off, and then she lay beneath him bare but for her lacy black panties. Except he was still fully clothed.
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