deeper penetrations.
“The words. Say the words,” Lorn couldn’t explain why but he was desperate to hear it from her mouth.
“No,” she groaned when he partially withdrew. She sought his lips but if he gave in to her kiss again he wouldn’t get what he wanted.
“Say it,” he demanded while adding a few more inches between their face. He saw the longing in her face. The answer was reflected in her eyes. Her hunger matched his, but still he had to hear it.
“I’m yours,” she submitted but he denied her another kiss.
“Again.” He stroked her clit.
Fatima vibrated in his embrace. She was so responsive to his touch. Good.
“I’m…yours,” her answer was a confirmation and a plea rolled in one. Pride swelled inside him. She could claim to not want him any other time but when they were like this the evidence was clear. He eased back into her welcoming warmth. His slow, steady thrusts had her crooning. He dipped in for another kiss. She opened to him with an eagerness which nearly destroyed his good intentions. He wanted to give her pleasure. Introduce her to the carnal fulfillment only he could give her.
She screamed as she came against him with such an intensity her head reared back against the door, eyes closed while she jerked through her orgasm. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
When the world came back into focus, Fatima bit her bottom lip to prevent the curse on the tip of her tongue from spilling out. Lorn’s own breathing was ragged. The thumb he touched to her chin had Fatima looking down and into his intense stare. If she didn’t know better she would think he wanted to devour her. Realization pierced her sex addled brain; he had done nothing to alleviate his own arousal.
“Lorn?” Her voice sounded weak to her own ears.
“Give me a minute,” his gruff response was barely recognizable. He closed his eyes in what she could only assume was an attempt to regain composure.
“We shouldn’t have-”
“Don’t,” he interrupted sharply. “What happened has proven how much we desire each other and I don’t plan to back down now or ever.” He looked at her with eyes as dark as a midnight forest. “You’re mine.”
She should wail her denial or at least tell him he was out of his mind. What did he mean by ‘you’re mine’? Who said something like that to another person? In spite of the absurdity of his statement her heart still fluttered at his declaration. She gasped when he shifted to cradle her in his arms. She held her tongue as he carried her through the castle, praying silently no one saw the display. Neither spoke. Fatima stared at him as he deposited her outside her bedroom door.
“If you need anything, my rooms are there.” He pointed to large double door only a few feet away. He reached around her push the door open. “Get some rest.”
Later Fatima stood under the warm spray of her shower thoroughly confused. Lorn had turned her into a quivering mass of nerves, but he hadn’t acted on his own obvious arousal. He could’ve taken her in the hall without an ounce of protest from her. He could have easily pushed his way into her room. She wasn’t sure what type of game he was playing, but if he were waiting for her to knock on his door he had a long wait coming.
Lorn hadn’t gone to bed hot and bothered since he was a youngling, but it’s exactly what he found himself doing after the icy shower failed to assuage his desire for the woman who slept down the hall. He fought the urge to go to her. Their attraction was mutual. No one could fake her responses. She might not be a Fledgling but every cell in his body knew she belonged with him. What was it about her?
The taste of Fatima’s lips the feel of her was memories which would torment him through the long night. Lorn closed his eyes only to be greeted by the image of Fatima climaxing in his arms. He tried to redirect his attention to the reason he’d sought her out from the
“The words. Say the words,” Lorn couldn’t explain why but he was desperate to hear it from her mouth.
“No,” she groaned when he partially withdrew. She sought his lips but if he gave in to her kiss again he wouldn’t get what he wanted.
“Say it,” he demanded while adding a few more inches between their face. He saw the longing in her face. The answer was reflected in her eyes. Her hunger matched his, but still he had to hear it.
“I’m yours,” she submitted but he denied her another kiss.
“Again.” He stroked her clit.
Fatima vibrated in his embrace. She was so responsive to his touch. Good.
“I’m…yours,” her answer was a confirmation and a plea rolled in one. Pride swelled inside him. She could claim to not want him any other time but when they were like this the evidence was clear. He eased back into her welcoming warmth. His slow, steady thrusts had her crooning. He dipped in for another kiss. She opened to him with an eagerness which nearly destroyed his good intentions. He wanted to give her pleasure. Introduce her to the carnal fulfillment only he could give her.
She screamed as she came against him with such an intensity her head reared back against the door, eyes closed while she jerked through her orgasm. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
When the world came back into focus, Fatima bit her bottom lip to prevent the curse on the tip of her tongue from spilling out. Lorn’s own breathing was ragged. The thumb he touched to her chin had Fatima looking down and into his intense stare. If she didn’t know better she would think he wanted to devour her. Realization pierced her sex addled brain; he had done nothing to alleviate his own arousal.
“Lorn?” Her voice sounded weak to her own ears.
“Give me a minute,” his gruff response was barely recognizable. He closed his eyes in what she could only assume was an attempt to regain composure.
“We shouldn’t have-”
“Don’t,” he interrupted sharply. “What happened has proven how much we desire each other and I don’t plan to back down now or ever.” He looked at her with eyes as dark as a midnight forest. “You’re mine.”
She should wail her denial or at least tell him he was out of his mind. What did he mean by ‘you’re mine’? Who said something like that to another person? In spite of the absurdity of his statement her heart still fluttered at his declaration. She gasped when he shifted to cradle her in his arms. She held her tongue as he carried her through the castle, praying silently no one saw the display. Neither spoke. Fatima stared at him as he deposited her outside her bedroom door.
“If you need anything, my rooms are there.” He pointed to large double door only a few feet away. He reached around her push the door open. “Get some rest.”
Later Fatima stood under the warm spray of her shower thoroughly confused. Lorn had turned her into a quivering mass of nerves, but he hadn’t acted on his own obvious arousal. He could’ve taken her in the hall without an ounce of protest from her. He could have easily pushed his way into her room. She wasn’t sure what type of game he was playing, but if he were waiting for her to knock on his door he had a long wait coming.
Lorn hadn’t gone to bed hot and bothered since he was a youngling, but it’s exactly what he found himself doing after the icy shower failed to assuage his desire for the woman who slept down the hall. He fought the urge to go to her. Their attraction was mutual. No one could fake her responses. She might not be a Fledgling but every cell in his body knew she belonged with him. What was it about her?
The taste of Fatima’s lips the feel of her was memories which would torment him through the long night. Lorn closed his eyes only to be greeted by the image of Fatima climaxing in his arms. He tried to redirect his attention to the reason he’d sought her out from the
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