Blue flames danced in his eyes, challenging her. “I know a lot of things, wildling. It’s you that baffles me. Now,” he leaned forward, eyes blazing, “ask me.”
Heart pounding, she studied him, alarm bells going off somewhere in the back of her mind, questioning herself and what her intuition was telling her, choosing to take the easier route. “Tell me your name.”
“Coward,” he spat, his muscular arms stretched out, his wide chest on full display. “Try again.”
“I. Want. To. Know. Your. Name.”
“Ask me what youreallywant to know, Nyra,” he growled, the water around him bubbling, “and if you’re honest, I will tell you my fucking name.”
The nerve of him.
Chest heaving, she glided forward, one step at a time, then another one, and again, keeping herself hiddenunder the water, her eyes never straying from the warrior, until barely an arms length separated their naked bodies.
I’m going to die anyway. No reason to feint modesty.
Her pulse raced. Heart palpitating, skin tingling from the ferocity of his stare.
I’m no coward, damn him and his stupid self.
He grinned triumphantly. “Say. It.”
She straightened, tiny beads of water rushing down her naked flesh as Nyra emerged from the pool, her body dripping wet right in front of him.
“Your name,” she hissed. “What is it?”
His arm shot out, pulling her onto his lap until she straddled him. “Wrong fucking question. Ask me,” he murmured by her ear, fingers digging into her hips as he ground her down over his erection, “why I didn’t touch you. Why I didn’t dip my fingers into your pretty little pussy and make you cum all over me.”
“Fuck you,” she half-seethed through a moan, pushing at his chest, her body shaking all over once more from his vicinity, from the surge of heat in her throbbing core.
“Ask me,” he growled, yanking her head back by the hair, his big cock settling in the crease of her ass, “howI’ve kept my fucking hands off you when all I’ve been able to think about is spreading you and feasting on your dripping pink cunt.”
“Who said I’d let you?” A full body shiver swept over her as his nose trailed up her throat. Her nipples ached, brushing against his bare chest.
He pulled her hair, pushing her breast out as her back arched. “Oh, you’d let me, wildling.” His tongue swirled around one hard bud, then the other, tasting her. “You’d beg me so prettily,” –lick– “so eagerly,” –lick– “so willingly,”lick, lick–
“You smug bas–” she cried out, his hot mouth clamping down on her nipple. Biting, sucking, teasing it as if it was his favorite meal. As if trying to see just how viciously he could suck the tight peak into his greedy mouth before she completely lost her damn mind and truly begged him to ruin her.
“You were saying?” he chuckled before biting down again.
Fingers dug into his shoulders as Nyra clawed at him, his hold unforgiving. Slight pain shooting through her as he mercilessly fisted her hair, the other hand rolling and pinching her other nipple, shudders overtaking her.
Unknowingly, she began to rock her hips, grinding against his thick cock, the smooth shaft rubbing her swollen clit.
“There she is,” he growled, squeezing her ass with both hands, “my fierce little vixen, taking what she needs from me.”
She was so obscenely wet. So utterly and undeniably drenched, that Nyra thanked the heavens for the small mercy of being in a pool of water, where the arrogant male wouldn’t be able to discern just how soaked she truly was. Where she could pretend that the slick pouring out of her aching center wasn’t her body’s treachery and raw desire for him. Where she could fight the confusing emotions battling inside of her. Otherwise, Nyra was sure she would never hear the end of his insufferable gloating. Nor would she be able to pretend that she hated him anymore.
“Hmm,” he hummed against her nipple before sucking hard, “fucking delicious,” spreading her ass then ruthlessly squeezing it together, a snug pocket forming around his steel shaft. “And to think I almost lost this.”
“What are you talking about?” A loud, embarrassingly wanton wail burst from her as his swollen head rubbed against her entrance. Her pussycontracting around it, as if trying to suck in the bulbous crown.
A loud pop sounded as he released her flesh. “Bloody hell, woman,” he groaned, teeth clenching, “your greedy little cunt is desperate for my fat cock, isn’t she?”
Nyra shook her head vigorously, bolting her mouth shut before another moan could escape, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she craved him.
All of him.
“I bet she’s gaping wide open for me.”
