“Not yet, mo rùin,” he replied, his voice gravelly now. “When I come, I want to be buried deep inside you.” With that, he pulled her astride him.
Excitement swooped through Lara. Still breathless from her peak, she slid her hand down his torso, wrapping her fingers once more around his shaft. She then lifted herself up, positioning herself over him. And then, inch by inch, she lowered herself down upon his heft.
A soft cry escaped her.
This position brought him deep, stretching her fully until she ached. And as she slid down his length, she shuddered. Her corewas so sensitive now that even the slightest movement made her clench against him.
Alar’s mouth fastened on her breasts then, sucking each one until mewing sounds tore from her throat.
“Grind on me,” he growled as he nipped gently at a nipple. “Use me.”
Heat flooded her loins, her pulse skittering.Gods.This man.
He leaned back once more, his chest rising and falling fast as his gaze captured hers.
Staring down at him, Lara rolled her hips, circling slowly. Pleasure rippled through her loins, and she cried out, the sound shockingly raw. She was making a noise, yet she didn’t care. Repeatedly, she rolled her hips against him, bringing him deeper still each time. And with each movement, he touched a place that made her shudder and whimper.
Sweat trickled between her shoulder blades, and her eyes fluttered shut.
Alar grasped her hip with one hand, dragging her up and down his shaft in slow, deep strokes. He gasped her name then, the sound almost a sob.
And then he moved—so fast that she gasped.
An instant later, Lara found herself on her hands and knees on the furs. She barely had time to draw breath before he drove into her from behind. One hand tangled in her hair, he pulled her head back so that her spine arched, bringing her harder against him.
Lara’s breathing came in ragged gasps as pleasure climbed and climbed. He felt so good. Every hard inch of him.
His breath fanned against her cheek then; he’d let go of her hair and now braced himself with his left fist, so that his uninjured shoulder took his weight. The wet slide of him insideher, and the friction of his lean sweat-slicked chest against her back, made her pant and whimper.
His tongue traced the shell of her ear. His lips and teeth grazed her neck.
“Mine,” he whispered.
Lara shivered, anticipation twisting in her gut. This position was dominant. Possessive. His mouth was so hot. He was all around her now, overwhelming every sense. But it still wasn’t enough.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Mark me.”
He growled, the sound low and feral. And then, thrusting hard, he sank his teeth into her shoulder.
The world spun. Suddenly, she was untethered.
Lost.
Blood pounded in her ears.
Pleasure pulsed in her womb.
A cry tore from her throat as she writhed, grinding herself against him.
The ragged sound of their breathing filled the alcove.
Alar withdrew from Lara in a long slow drag. The movement made her moan, and his gut clenched in response.Ashes.The sounds she made. They awoke something primal in him.
Gingerly, he lowered himself onto his back. Despite that he’d tried to be careful, his right shoulder now throbbed. He didn’t care though. Not after this.
Panting, Lara collapsed against his chest, her thick auburn hair fanning out, tickling his skin.
They didn’t speak for a while. Instead, he gently traced the indentation of her spine with a fingertip, enjoying the feel of her against him. His throat thickened then.Nothing had ever felt so right.
