floor.
Rathe’s nostrils flared as he cast his gaze to her bruised
hip, smoothing his thumb back and forth over the large purple discoloration.
“Does it still pain you?”
“Not really.” Her entire body stiffened. Only Simon had ever
seen her fully naked and, considering how many women Rathe was rumored to have
been with, Leah couldn’t help but withdraw her arms to her chest. Surely other
women he’d had were more appealing. Less rounded and soft. More lithe and
delicate.
“Ah, lass, I am so sorry.” He pulled her forward as he
brushed his lips over her bruise.
She gasped, her skin tingling. His voice was so earnest, so
soothing. It might have been all for show, but at least he was trying to make
her feel as though she wasn’t just some random woman he had picked up at a
party.
Rathe’s breath seared a pathway from her hip to her navel.
He pressed his lips to her skin, planting slow, lazy kisses along her stomach
as his hands slipped around to her backside, kneading and exploring. Her
muscles warmed beneath his fingertips, his gentle touch sending a heady wave of
desire through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, awestruck by the
raptured twist of his handsome features.
His eyes blackened like a man possessed by a demonic spirit
as they traveled across her breasts. A strange, thrilling spark of fear over
the feral nature of his expression grew within her, twisting and mingling with
the vulnerability of standing stark naked before a perfect stranger.
In one swift, fluid motion, he grabbed her by the waist and
threw her onto the bed. His eyes roved over her body. Her flesh tingled, face
heating. She squirmed and then paused. She was wet. Very wet.
He dropped his breeches to the floor. His large, thickly
veined cock jutted out before him as he crawled across the bed to her side. Her
throat grew dry and she forced her eyes back to his face.
Rathe’s hand skipped across her lower abdomen, gliding
through the hair on her mons. He grabbed her hip and separated her thighs with
one knee.
She closed her eyes as an urge to bolt out from under him
consumed her. She was going to do this. She wanted to do this. Just this once.
Then she could go back to her non-hedonistic, unspontaneous, boring life.
He pressed his hard, roped thigh against her slickening
pussy. The deep, excruciating ache overwhelmed her, short-circuiting her brain.
She bit back a moan, tilting her hips.
He sucked in a breath. “God, lass, you are ready for me.” He
flicked one nipple with his tongue.
She gasped, arching her back toward him. He ground his thigh
against her and a groan escaped her lips. He fell upon her then, lips closing
around her nipple, flicking and sucking. His warm, weighty form pressed her
into the mattress.
“It is all right to touch me.” He laughed as he nuzzled her
neck. His hand cupped her other breast, teasing the nipple into a hard, aching
peak.
Her hands were balled up at her sides. Oh God, could she act
any more virginal? “Sorry.” She forced her hands to relax.
He chuckled again, the vibrations rippling through her skin
from his lips. “No apology needed. I just want you to enjoy this.”
“I am,” she hurried to assure him. “I’m just…nervous.”
“Do not be.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and
forefinger as his lips seared a path up her neck. “You are safe with me. I
swear it.”
A jolting shock zipped from her nipple to her clit. She
moaned his name, grinding herself against his leg. Her hands glided over his
shoulders to his back. Their lips met and she slanted her mouth beneath his,
thrusting her tongue between his lips.
He rubbed his smooth, erect shaft back and forth over her
hip and tore his lips away from hers. His teeth raked down her neck. “Spread
your legs, lass.”
A tremor ripped through her pussy as she followed his
instructions. His calloused palm grazed her stomach, arching over her mons to
her trembling inner thigh. Stroking the sensitive flesh, he
Rathe’s nostrils flared as he cast his gaze to her bruised
hip, smoothing his thumb back and forth over the large purple discoloration.
“Does it still pain you?”
“Not really.” Her entire body stiffened. Only Simon had ever
seen her fully naked and, considering how many women Rathe was rumored to have
been with, Leah couldn’t help but withdraw her arms to her chest. Surely other
women he’d had were more appealing. Less rounded and soft. More lithe and
delicate.
“Ah, lass, I am so sorry.” He pulled her forward as he
brushed his lips over her bruise.
She gasped, her skin tingling. His voice was so earnest, so
soothing. It might have been all for show, but at least he was trying to make
her feel as though she wasn’t just some random woman he had picked up at a
party.
Rathe’s breath seared a pathway from her hip to her navel.
He pressed his lips to her skin, planting slow, lazy kisses along her stomach
as his hands slipped around to her backside, kneading and exploring. Her
muscles warmed beneath his fingertips, his gentle touch sending a heady wave of
desire through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, awestruck by the
raptured twist of his handsome features.
His eyes blackened like a man possessed by a demonic spirit
as they traveled across her breasts. A strange, thrilling spark of fear over
the feral nature of his expression grew within her, twisting and mingling with
the vulnerability of standing stark naked before a perfect stranger.
In one swift, fluid motion, he grabbed her by the waist and
threw her onto the bed. His eyes roved over her body. Her flesh tingled, face
heating. She squirmed and then paused. She was wet. Very wet.
He dropped his breeches to the floor. His large, thickly
veined cock jutted out before him as he crawled across the bed to her side. Her
throat grew dry and she forced her eyes back to his face.
Rathe’s hand skipped across her lower abdomen, gliding
through the hair on her mons. He grabbed her hip and separated her thighs with
one knee.
She closed her eyes as an urge to bolt out from under him
consumed her. She was going to do this. She wanted to do this. Just this once.
Then she could go back to her non-hedonistic, unspontaneous, boring life.
He pressed his hard, roped thigh against her slickening
pussy. The deep, excruciating ache overwhelmed her, short-circuiting her brain.
She bit back a moan, tilting her hips.
He sucked in a breath. “God, lass, you are ready for me.” He
flicked one nipple with his tongue.
She gasped, arching her back toward him. He ground his thigh
against her and a groan escaped her lips. He fell upon her then, lips closing
around her nipple, flicking and sucking. His warm, weighty form pressed her
into the mattress.
“It is all right to touch me.” He laughed as he nuzzled her
neck. His hand cupped her other breast, teasing the nipple into a hard, aching
peak.
Her hands were balled up at her sides. Oh God, could she act
any more virginal? “Sorry.” She forced her hands to relax.
He chuckled again, the vibrations rippling through her skin
from his lips. “No apology needed. I just want you to enjoy this.”
“I am,” she hurried to assure him. “I’m just…nervous.”
“Do not be.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and
forefinger as his lips seared a path up her neck. “You are safe with me. I
swear it.”
A jolting shock zipped from her nipple to her clit. She
moaned his name, grinding herself against his leg. Her hands glided over his
shoulders to his back. Their lips met and she slanted her mouth beneath his,
thrusting her tongue between his lips.
He rubbed his smooth, erect shaft back and forth over her
hip and tore his lips away from hers. His teeth raked down her neck. “Spread
your legs, lass.”
A tremor ripped through her pussy as she followed his
instructions. His calloused palm grazed her stomach, arching over her mons to
her trembling inner thigh. Stroking the sensitive flesh, he
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