She gives me a haughty look. “Can you not just say it for once? That you need me?” she asks with a small smirk.
I take another bite of the bread. “Careful, darling. Are you sure you want me to answer that?”
“Obviously, that’s why I asked,” she says, taking a piece of bread and nibbling on it.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” I ask quietly.
“I think I’ve proved I can handle anything you throw my way.” Our eyes meet, and we’re on the same page, and we’re not talking about this mission anymore. “Wouldn’t you agree?” she pushes seductively.
I observe her for a moment. Something about her always pulls me in. Is it really the power of the bond?
“Maybe,” I murmur after a moment. “You know, you have the kind of beauty that could pass for a sea siren. Don’t you think?”
Her cheeks flush instantly, and she looks away, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. I can see her pulse quicken from the faint catch in her breath and the way her breasts rise and fall. She’s trying not to show it, but nothing gets past me.
“I’ll take that as a compliment; they are gorgeous.”
“Hmm,” I answer, my eyes fixed on her.
Her hand trembles slightly as she picks up some dried meat. She’s lost in thought, and I keep watching her every move, wondering what’s going through her mind as I watch every subtle reaction.
Suddenly, she looks up at me with a glint in her eyes, her breasts rising and falling as she leans over and, to my surprise, brushes her lips against mine. Shock flashes through me, but it’s only for a second before I slide the food to the side, snake my arm around her waist, pull her closer, and grip the side of her face with my other hand as I deepen the kiss, demanding entrance.
Her body tenses for a second before her hands snake around my arm, and she boldly straddles me, once again, transforming into the seductress I have come to know. She sighs softly as she kisses me back with equal passion and hunger. Her kisses are pure, raw, unguarded heat. I can feel her heart racing against mine, and with each passing second, all control slips away, and my hand is already sliding under her skirt. I grab her ass, my other hand squeezing her breast.
Fuck. She’s an addiction.
She whimpers in my lap, tilting back her head the moment I break away, kissing and sucking her smooth neck. She moans hornily, grinding her pussy against my hardened cock.
“Keep at it, and I will fuck you right here,” I murmur huskily as I look her in the eye. The tension hangs between us like a live wire, dangerous and intoxicating.
“Then do it,” she murmurs. Her hands trail lightly down my chest, teasingly. They reach the end of my shirt before she slides her hands under, sliding my shirt up and over my head along with my cloak, before she leans closer, her lips brushing my jaw as she tilts her head. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and lust as they meet mine. “What are we waiting for?”
I don’t reply with words; instead, I tangle my hand in her hair and kiss her neck, her chest, anywhere my lips meet. I yank her dress down, allowing her large breasts to bounce out, firm,flawless and fucking perfect. I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking, flicking and tugging on it. She moans breathlessly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as pleasure consumes her, all the while rubbing herself against my hard cock.
“Kai…” she whimpers in her melodic voice.
I pull her flush against me, our lips locking in a rough, callous kiss before I turn us, pushing her onto the ground as I lean over her, gripping her thigh as I kiss her again, our tongues fighting for dominance. And I win, sucking on hers, the sweet taste of her mouth only driving me crazier.
“Fuck me,” she demands, no sign of shyness or hesitation.
She wants me, and she’s not afraid to demand it. I like to be in control, but there’s something about her, something about how she gets fucking confident and tries to take control that drives me nuts. Even if she won’t succeed, I like to see her try.
I kiss her down between her breasts, sliding her dress up to her waist before yanking her panties aside and running my tongue down the length of her pussy, her juices coating my tongue.
She moans breathlessly, one hand tangled in my hair, the other resting against my arm. Pleasure consumes us as I eat her out, every moan, every tantalising gasp that leaves her, only adding to the haze consuming us.
“Kai... oh right there… fuck…” she whimpers.
She’s nearing, her heart hammering when she suddenly sits up and pushes me back. Her lips crash against mine like a storm before she pushes me back onto the rough ground and, sliding down enough to unbuckle my pants, she slides out my hardened cock before she climbs into my lap, wrapping her hand around my cock and sinking down on it. I suck in a breath when I slideinto her tight, soaking pussy.
Fuck.
I bite back a groan as she starts bouncing on my lap like a fucking nymph, her hips swirling and grinding against me as she rides me, her hair whipping in the wind, her heart pounding, her slender hands braced on my shoulders.
Our eyes meet, and I hold her gaze, my hands firmly on her hips as I help her, enjoying the view, appreciating the way she looks above me, the way her tits bounce.
“You’re fucking addictive,” I murmur. Reaching up, I wrap a hand around her throat, kissing her roughly. “I shouldn’t fucking be doing this…” It’s more to myself, but she’s heard, and it only makes her eyes darken, a hunger filling them as she leans down and runs her tongue along my neck. She sucks hard, making me throb harder, the pleasure from her riding me already driving me to the edge.
