Page 40 of Taken By Fury
He chuckled. This carefree side of her was new to him. He liked that she was comfortable enough to speak her mind. “Very well. You shall get your chance to ogle as you put it.” Another snap and his clothes vanished as well. “Happy?”
She drank him in. “Much better and damn. I knew you were built, but holy shit. You are a perfect male specimen.”
“Enough talk and more action.” He pushed her to her back and covered her with his body as he claimed her mouth. Heat rose from her core, nearly scorching him, and it was all he could do not to plunge inside her. Everything that was demon inside him screamed to stake his claim. Her arousal filled the air around him as she pushed herself even closer and ground herself against him.
It nearly undid him.
He broke the kiss, and this time allowed his fangs to show themselves as he gently scraped them along her neck, down her chest and then over a nipple.
“You are such a tease,” she hissed.
His reply was to make his way to the other breast so he could determine if it tasted the same. It did and her reaction was to arch further into him, which pleased him.
“I’m not certain how much longer I can wait,” she whispered.
“Patience.” He was nowhere near finished tasting her, so he made his was slowly down her belly, kissing as he went until he reached her sex. Parting her folds, he dipped a finger into her slickness as he rubbed his thumb over her clit.
Her lips parted as she moaned, and her muscles tightened.
Encouraged, he ran his tongue over her nub, then sucked. The more she squirmed, the deeper he plunged his fingers until she was screaming, her slickness coating his fingers.
“You are beautiful when you come for me.”
She gasped, her body still trembling. “I… I had planned to hold out a little longer, but, well, you know.”
“I do, and I cannot wait another second to have you.”
“Then don’t.”
* * *
She had not hadan orgasm in two years and even before the kidnapping, she had never had one like that. Her mind was blown. Her body was racked with aftershocks and her head was still somewhere in the clouds. As she looked down at the man responsible, there was a stir of emotions that scared her shitless. Desire overrode her fears, however, because she still wanted more of him. She wanted all of him.
As he slid back up her body, she reached out and touched him. His chest and biceps were the solid muscles of a warrior. He was not a prince of leisure and had likely seen many fights in his life. His skin was smooth and the perfect golden tan, but it was his gaze that kept her spellbound. The gray flecks in his eyes swirled into a kaleidoscope of hues. From the gray of dawn to stormy clouds, and his pupils confirmed he was aroused. Of course, so did the magnificent erection she stretched to touch. There was a tiny voice inside her that said she didn’t belong here with him. He was bigger than life and not human. Of course, she wasn’t either, but it was difficult to remember that her DNA was Valarian as well.
Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she enjoyed the moan her touch elicited. As she positioned him at her sex, he claimed her mouth. Every nerve in her body zinged with energy and her skin flushed. All she wanted was him inside her. The urgency she experienced felt almost like a life-or-death situation, which made no sense, but she was past caring.
As his kisses turned from passionate, to desperate, to demanding, he slid inside her. With every inch of him she took, something within her snapped into place. She dug her nails into his finely chiseled ass and moaned.
“Lomara’s favorite color was purple, and these were her favorite flowers.” She wasn’t sure why she blurted that out, but it seemed important.
He stopped, planted deep inside her, and lifted his head. “Yes, we had a field much like this outside the palace. She would walk there every evening.”
While it should seem strange to have a conversation about a long-lost love in the middle of sex, it didn’t feel that way, but they spoke no more of it because he suckled her neck, his fangs threatening to penetrate her skin as he slid in and out of her. The orgasm that promised to undo her loomed in the distance and she knew once it broke loose, her world would change forever.
“Bite me.” She was desperate to have all of him. She needed him to stake his claim. He didn’t question, but pressed his fangs harder until they broke skin and sunk deep into her neck. With each pull of blood he took from her, her clit throbbed. Her world cracked, then shattered into a million pieces as wave after wave of pure ecstasy nearly drowned her. She could hardly breathe and even though her eyes were now pressed tightly shut, colored dots formed in her vision. There was no way to tell how long it lasted. Could have been seconds, or minutes, but at last she was able to fill her lungs with less effort. The world righted itself, and Zander came back into focus.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Just the opposite.”
“Then why the tears?” He brushed his thumb across her cheek, and she realized she was crying.
“I remember.”
His eyes widened. “You do?”
“I remember all of it. Every single life I led until this moment.” She cried harder, and he slipped free from her but pulled her into his arms.
