“Good,” he said with his characteristic firmness. “When we’re in Varros, I’m going to lick your cunny every day.”
She might have protested—she had no intention of being intimate with him after today. And she most certainly would not lie with him when he was married to another. But then, his head lowered and his tongue went to work making her mindless again, and she surrendered herself to the exquisite sensations.
He hooked her knees over his shoulders, his big hands cupping her bottom, and held her to him, ravishing her until she was gasping and sounds were emerging from her throat that refused to be contained. She stuffed her fist against her mouth to keep from crying out as he sank his tongue deep inside her. His fingers replaced his tongue, thrusting into her in a mimicry of lovemaking, moving in a way that inspired an exquisite quake of sensation to overcome her. He licked and sucked her bud, fingers probing, filling, driving her to the heights of madness and beyond.
Her release seized her suddenly, and she bit down hard on her knuckles to keep from crying out as wave after wave of delirious pleasure washed over her, radiating outward. He didn’t stop until he had drawn the last of it from her. Until she was limpand throbbing and gasping for breath, her heart pounding and her body glowing.
Slowly, tenderly, he lowered her legs, caressing them with his strong, battle-callused hands. He made a growl low in his throat, as if he too were out of his mind with ecstasy, and all from the act of pleasuring her. He dotted kisses over her hip bone, her stomach, the curve of one breast. His mouth closed over a nipple, sucking hard, and her body arched instinctively into him, her hips fitting snugly around his big frame. She couldn’t resist touching him then, and once her hands began to move, they were everywhere. Over his shoulders, the hard plane of his back, following his spine. Higher, to his nape, the soft tickle of his hair falling over her skin.
His eyes met hers as he moved to her other breast, his tongue flicking the tight, pink tip, back and forth.
“Oh,” she said, a sigh of wonderment that he could make her feel so wonderfully, deliciously alive.
Everywhere.
He caught her nipple in his teeth, delivering a sharp little bite that sent an arrow of heat directly to her core, and then he chased the sting with a reverent kiss. “So beautiful. So perfect.”
She was far from perfect, and she had never considered herself beautiful. But he made her feel both those things, so she didn’t argue. Instead, she savored him as he kissed a path to her collarbone, his lips finding a place at the base of her throat that she had never known was so sensitive. His fingers dipped into her sex again, stroking, as he leveraged himself on a forearm and rasped her skin with his stubble.
“Tansy,” he murmured into her ear. “My Tansy. Tell me what you want.”
A small moan fell from her lips, all she could manage. How dare he expect words from her? But that was Maxim.HerMaxim, if only for these precious, stolen minutes.
He gently bit her earlobe, strumming over her bud. “Tell me.”
Demanding. Always demanding. And arrogant and yet so tender.
She wanted to give him everything.
Tansy kissed his cheek. Kissed the scar from the enemy soldier’s blade. “I want you inside me.”
“Yes,” he said, the word almost hissed from him, laden with such victory.
As if he had just conquered a kingdom.
And then he was there, his cock hard and demanding at her entrance. His lips dusted over her cheek. “Relax, my darling.”
He said the words in her native tongue, and the last of any restraint she possessed was shattered. She held him to her, undulating her hips, welcoming him inside her. His mouth found hers as he pressed, a shallow thrust to allow her to adjust to the intrusion. He was so impossibly large. She hadn’t forgotten, and there was a twinge of pain as he moved again. His touch was there, fluttering over her nub, inciting more sparks of desire. Chasing any discomfort. Another thrust, and he was inside her to the hilt.
They were pressed together, hip bone to hip bone, her breasts crushed to his muscled chest, and she was so deliciously full of him. He remained still for a moment, kissing her jaw, her eyebrow, the corner of her lips.
“How does it feel?” he asked softly, solicitously.
Such concern for her.
She sifted her fingers through his black hair, through the silver strands at his temple, loving him so fiercely that she thought she might never recover from it.
“Wonderful,” she managed.
He took her mouth then, the kiss deep and drugging, and she tasted herself. Tasted passion and Maxim and the forbidden. He made love to her slowly, so slowly, taking such care. Too muchcare. She told him so with her nails on his shoulders, with her legs wrapped around him. With her tongue in his mouth.
He growled and gave her what she wanted, moving faster, harder, thrusting in and out of her until they were both breathless, careful to swallow each other’s sounds. Lost in the moment, in their bodies, in the way they fit together, in the endless pleasure. She never wanted it to end.
It had to end.
It would end.
But then he sucked on her lower lip and his knowing fingers whorled over her bud with greater pressure, and the bliss of it all was too much. She clamped down hard on him, her second peak every bit as explosive as the first. He sank into her, his hands finding hers, lacing their fingers together. He pinned them over her head on the layers of counterpanes, holding her there as he lavished fast, intense strokes upon her, his cock gliding in and out, his mouth fastened to hers as if it would forever live there.
