A desperate sound—halfway between a gasp and a sob—escaped her.
She released his shaft then, allowing him to move down her body. He cupped her breasts, pushing them together as he lathed each swollen nipple in turn with his tongue. He then started to suck.
Lara shuddered, her head falling back against the sacks. Pleasure pulsed straight down from her nipple to her aching quim. She writhed against him. “More!”
Alar growled another curse and sank to his knees before her, spreading her wide. Panting, he sat back on his heels, his hungry gaze raking over her exposed sex.
She started to tremble, even as she took him in. The strong lithe lines of his body. The glowing red eyes of his wolf’s head tattoo. His parted lips, swollen from the violence of their kisses. The feral hunger in his eyes.
An instant later, he moved, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Then, his searing mouth dipped between her thighs.
Pleasure jolted through her womb at the first touch.
Lara canted her hips up to meet him, her hands tangling his hair once more as he devoured her. Shuddering, she thrust up to meet his swirling tongue. In response, he plunged it into her.
She bit down on her lower lip. Hard.Gods. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Others would hear. Heat smoldered in the cradle of her hips, the tension almost unbearable now. His tongue returned to the sensitive pearl of flesh above her entrance, teasing.She shivered and groaned. And then, he was sucking her there, relentlessly.
It was too much. She shattered, bucking against him. Alar held her tight, continuing to pleasure her until she lay limp and trembling against the sacks. Sweat coated her skin, and her naked breasts heaved.
Her husband pulled back then, his gaze flicking up to meet hers. “Do you want me to fuck you, Lara?” he asked, his voice rough. “I’ll stop, if you want.”
Desperation clutched deep in her chest. “Don’t you dare stop,” she choked out.
His gaze smoldered as he moved her legs from his shoulders and rose smoothly to his feet. He then pinned her trembling thighs wide against the sacks. And then, staring deep into her eyes, he slid into her.
Lara gasped at the invasion. Despite how aroused she was, he was big, and she was tight. It almost hurt. Recklessness ignited then. She didn’t fear pain. She welcomed it. Arching her back, she rolled her hips to bring him deeper still.
A whimper escaped her. And when their bodies were flush, she heaved a deep, trembling sigh. “This changes nothing,” she ground out, meeting his gaze again. “I still hate you.”
His eyes darkened, and he gave a slow sensual smile that made heat roll over her. “No,” he said softly. “You don’t.”
And then, before she could reply, he gripped her hips tightly, withdrew to the tip, and drove into her.
Lara started to tremble.
Oh Gods, he was fucking her now—as she’d demanded.
This position, this angle, was intense. She could feel every inch of him, and when their bodies met, and he was buried to the hilt inside her, she clutched at his shoulders, her fingernailsbiting deep. Her tongue traced her lips, and her eyelids fluttered. She ground herself against him and was rewarded by a choked groan.
An instant later, he plunged into her again, harder still, and it was her turn to moan. Heat started to pulse in her lower belly. His prick rubbed up against a place that made her shudder and gasp. She could feel herself starting to unravel, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Wet heat flooded through her loins.
“You’ll be the end of me,” he growled, fucking her hard now. “You know that?”
Lara swallowed a sob. No, he’d beherdownfall. He already was.
Her pulse went wild then. His thrusts were deeper, more punishing. Something feral quickened inside her. He was relentless. Pushing her. Testing her.
“Oh,Gods!”Pleasure twisted and pulsed through her womb. She writhed against him, her head falling back as ecstasy pounded through her.
Alar slammed savagely into her. The heat of his release flooded through her loins. Letting go of her hips, he gripped the sacks on either side of her, bracing himself. His head had snapped back, his face twisting. A hoarse cry ripped from his throat.
Breathing hard, Alar bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut. His body trembled in the aftermath of his climax. His eyelids stung, his throat thickened.
Ashes.He had to regain control.
Lara didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Their labored breathing filled the storehouse.
They stayed like that for a while, him still buried deep inside her.
