Shea tilted her head to look up at him as he loomed over her. She gave him a look beneath half-lowered eyelids as he bent, gathering her into his arms, his strength wrapping around her as his lips dropped to hers. She stretched on her tiptoes, fitting her body more firmly against his.
Just like that, their passion returned, sending shivers down her back as his large hands settled on her hips. He turned her, backing her towards their bed, never once removing his lips from hers.
The bed hit the back of her knees. Before she could do anything, Fallon picked her up, his strength impressive as he laid her on the blankets, following her down. The press of his hard body against hers made Shea’s belly quiver.
One of his hands snaked under her shirt, his palm cupping her breast as he pulled her up. In the next moment, her shirt whipped over her head.
Their movements were almost frenzied as they made the climb together. Fallon parted her legs, dropping his lower half to drag deliciously against her core. Her head fell back as the sensation made her eyes slam shut.
In the next moment, she surged to meet his passion with her own, running her hands up his chest as she jackknifed up, catching his lips with her own. She sensed a moment of surprise then he buried his hands in her hair, tugging her head, tilting it so he could get better access as his tongue invaded.
They took turns being the conqueror, each touch sending them higher, each iteration making their passion burn brighter.
Somehow Shea lost her pants, but she couldn’t say when. It was all a blur, until he pressed one hard thigh against the bare core of her.
His fingers skated down the peaks and valleys of her front, before diving between her legs. She groaned as one thick finger pushed inside before withdrawing to circle her clit before entering again.
He repeated the maddening sensation, his warm masculine chuckle a breath across her skin.
“Fallon,” she hissed.
She was no longer in the mood to play, need and urgency riding her too hard. He was, however, and as warlord he tended to get what he wanted. He went back to tormenting her, drawing it out until her breathy moans filled the air.
She dug her nails into his back in protest. He ignored her, kissing his way down her body, searching out her sensitive spots and giving them special attention until she was a writhing mass of desire.
He looked up at her from his spot between her legs, dark possession stamped on his face, need in his eyes, a frantic yearning no amount of sex would ever tame.
In that moment Shea felt a profound connection to this man. He challenged her, supported her when she faltered, and played with her in those rare instances they had the time. He was her heart, her soul, the perfect complement that softened her rough spots as she did his.
“I will follow you wherever you go. To the dark underworld if necessary,” he vowed.
He didn’t wait for an answer, plunging two fingers inside her as he pressed a kiss to that most intimate of places. His tongue flicked out, touching her clit as sensation crashed through her. She was already primed from his earlier teasing and it wasn’t long before her release coursed through her, firing each muscle to a delicious tightness before pushing her over.
Her cries filled the tent as she writhed under his masterful hands.
Fallon sat back and wiped his mouth, his gaze fixed on his telroi displayed before him. Her hair was a wanton tangle around her head, her eyes and face softened from her release. He loved the look of her when she was like this, it made him feel like the conqueror in truth.
It never lasted long, and indeed, her normal forceful personality was already filtering back into her expression—fire in her eyes and a challenge on her face.
He didn’t give her time to say anything, grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her stomach.
She pushed up onto all fours, stilling when his hands settled on either side of her hips. She looked back at him with a teasing expression, as if daring him to do his worst.
She pushed into him and he groaned at the feeling of her soft flesh. Her wicked smile lit up her face and he gave her a dark one in return.
He held her still as he pushed inside, giving her what she wanted. They both paused and panted at the sensation. Then he pulled out to glide back in, searching, adjusting his stroke so he rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside. He knew he’d hit it when a breathy moan was his reward.
He set a rhythm, driving her relentlessly back up the edge until her hands bunched in the covers in front of her and she was pushing back against every stroke, taking him deeper, heightening the sensation. Sweat ran down his back and his balls drew tight. His release wasn’t far off. It lurked just out of reach, threatening to swamp everything in its path.
“Get there,” he growled.
A wordless garble of sound was her only answer. A denial even as she shivered and writhed under his hands.
He chuckled. “You’re not getting off that easy.”
Without altering his rhythm, he reached around, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves he knew would drive her wild. She let out another cry.
“Fallon,” she pleaded.
