“Your beauty hardens me, pet,” he whispered.
Her eyes shot open and her back straightened at the unexpected compliment. Thus far their encounters had been lewd but straightforward. Her position had been clear: a subservient pet for her hungry barbarian master. Hearing him speak ofbeautymuddled all of that.
Does he really think I’m beautiful?
The question formed before she could resist it. The tempo of her heart increased. That insufferableachereturned, hungry and gnawing at her insides.
“You have nothing to say to me?” Sedrak asked, drawing a line down her back with a finger.
“I… I’m glad I please you, Master,” she whispered.
Putting his hands on her shoulders he spun her around to face him.
Her nipples hardened at his firm touch. She shuddered at the way his gaze seemed to penetrate to her softest place.
“You do more than please me,” he growled.
She swallowed but could think of nothing to say in reply.
He glared at her, excitement and heat shimmering in his half-smiling eyes. “You excite me. Seeing your naked body makes mecraveyou like nothing else.”
She gasped at the admission. Surely he wasn’t serious? Perhaps this was all part of his game? To make her want him, need him, and then discard her when the time came? Just thinking it twisted her insides into an angry mess.
So why did she cling to the glimmer of hope at the center of that anger? Why did her resolve crumble when he said it? Why did she even entertain the notion that it might be true?
He reached out.
Leola thought he was going to grope her bottom or her breast. She drew in a breath when, instead, he put a hand behind her neck and drew her lips to his.
His tongue plunged into her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Shocked, she succumbed, pushing back, letting him taste her. The heat between them lit a fire inside her and she let the need pulsing from her sex engulf her completely.
His hand fell from where it had touched her chin, down to her chest. He palmed the soft curve of her breast, twisting the tip of his thumb around her nipple. Pulling away from the kiss, he gazed into her eyes with his dark stare.
Her gaze darted down and settled on the large bulge that had formed underneath his loincloth. She stared at it, repulsed by her lewd fascination with his male organ and yet unable to look away.
Seeing what she was staring at, he pulled the loincloth to one side. His cock sprang out, stiff and ready.
Leola chewed her lip but was unable to turn her eyes away. Thinking of the hard muscle entering her, stretching her, caused her sex to immediately start to wet.
Gripping her gently by the hair he tipped her head back until she was looking into his eyes again. “Does it please you, the sight of it?” he asked.
Leola knew the answer he wanted to hear. She knew, too, that he would not tolerate her lies. It shocked her that the answer that formed in her mind satisfied both conditions. “It… it makes me wet, Master,” she whispered. She shuddered at the way the vulgar words had spilled from her, almost unbidden.
A half-smile formed on his lips. “Now you are learning how to be a good playmate,” he growled.
Her sex throbbed, sending a pulse of arousal rippling through her. She could barely comprehend it but her desire for him was suddenly overwhelming.
His fingers crooked between her legs. They glanced along her slick folds, teasing them apart, causing her wet to trickle onto his palm.
“Do you crave my cock inside you, Leola?” he whispered.
Her name on his lips made her head start to spin. “I crave it, Master,” she admitted. She locked eyes with him. “I want to feel it. I want to feel it inside of me.” She felt as if it were someone else speaking. Never had she imagined she would whisper such dirty things to a man.
“Soon,” he growled, biting her again. “Soon you will know what it means to be filled with my seed.”
She trembled at what he’d said. Did he really mean to do it? Would he really put himselfinsideher and rut like an animal until his… seed spilled into her sex?
