“Well, are we or aren’t we?” she said.
It’s over.
“We bloodyare,” he growled.
He tore off his robe, shuddering when her gaze caressed his rampant erection. He yanked her into his arms, groaning as skin met skin, their mouths fusing together. Desire combusted, pulling the air from his lungs, his brain. He became the animal need clawing at his gut.
He swung her into his arms, depositing her onto the nearest piece of furniture—the chaise. Sprawled on her back against the forest green silk, she was a Maenad awaiting his lust. Going down on one knee, he jerked her thighs apart, taking a moment to savor the silkiness of her skin against his palms before he buried his face in her feminine garden.
Her hot, earthy flavor drenched his senses. Her taste, combined with her heavy-lidded eyes watching him as he licked her slit, was a potent aphrodisiac. He wanted her pleasure like he wanted nothing else.
“Pet your tits, love,” he rasped. “Help me pleasure you.”
She acquiesced, shyly at first, then with growing abandon. As he tongued her pussy, she molded her luscious mounds in her palms. Her slim fingers circled the taut peaks, the sight so enticing that he had to join her in self-pleasure. He fisted his cock, frigging himself slowly, delight ruffling along his spine.
“Yes, that’s it, sweeting,” he breathed against her damp flesh. “Play with those pretty nipples. Doesn’t that feel good?”
She moaned as she plucked at those coral buds in earnest. To reward her boldness, he delved upward to her love knot, tickling it with his tongue and then suckling hard. Her hips bucked, and she cried out, coming in wet surges against his mouth.
When she calmed, he went to the head of the chaise. Putting one knee on the cushions, he speared his fingers through her hair, guiding her lips to his jutting prick.
“Make it wet, love,” he whispered.
She did, with an enthusiasm that made him rock back on his heels. Under his tutelage, her oral skills had grown in leaps and bounds. Her tongue circled his sensitive head before she slid him inside her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair as she engulfed his shaft with moist fire, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on him as if he were a delicious treat. After several seed-summoning passes, she released him with a pop, the lewd sound making him growl. When her tongue searched out his stones, licking delicately at the seam, he could take no more.
He pulled away, returning to the foot of the chaise. He grabbed hold of her hips, hoisting her onto her hands and knees. He saw her startled look backward at him the instant before he entered her in one deep thrust. A groan tore from his chest at the hot clasp, the dewy slickness of her welcome. He withdrew, loving the way she moaned in protest, then slammed in again, deeper and deeper still. Harder and faster, the rhythm primal, inevitable.
“Aye, love, push your cunny against my cock,” he growled. “Fuck me as I’m fucking you.”
Her cry echoed his own animal delight. Even as he mounted her tight little sheath, she rode him back, his match in every way. His mate and only his. His balls slapped her lips in a desperate cadence, the first spasms of her crisis making his eyes roll back in his head.
Her bliss summoned his own finish. His body curving over hers, he pounded into her pussy, shouting out as he ejaculated. He nuzzled her nape, feeling her shiver as he continued to slowly thrust, still hard inside her. Their mingled essence overflowed her sex, an erotic trickle down her thigh.
He found her ear with his lips and whispered one word. “More?”
She shivered, and the devil in him smiled.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Polly awoke to the watery rays of dawn. Beside her, Sinjin was sprawled on his stomach, asleep… finally. Her well-exercised muscles fluttered as memories of the night assailed her.
Sinjin had been relentless in his drive for pleasure. He’d radiated need, desire flooding his aura, dazzling and limitless. She had never imagined an aura of such intensity… such unrestrained power. He was always a passionate lover, but last night he’d transcended even himself—and in doing so, unleashed a side of her that, in the light of morning, caused a flush to steal beneath her skin.
She’d climaxed so many times, in so many different positions, that she’d lost count.
Yet as potent as their lovemaking was, it didn’t take away her worry. Why wouldn’t he talk to her? Tell her what he was upset about? The visit with Her Grace had undoubtedly unmoored him, yet instead of sharing his feelings, he’d invoked their clause on privacy.
She bit her lip. She knew what she’d signed on for so she ought to let it be. At the same time, she wanted to ease his troubles—which she could only do if he let her in.
Sinjin stirred, turning over. His gaze found hers, and the slumberous satisfaction in those blue depths melted her insides. Her pulse raced as she saw vibrant energy flaring to life around him.
Good heavens, after last night, he couldn’t possibly want more—
Under the covers, his arm snaked around her waist, dragging her flush against his burly warmth. The unmistakable ridge of his cockstand pressed against her belly. His hands clamped over her bottom in a proprietary fashion.
“Good morning,” he said in a sleep-roughened voice.
Even as her satiated nerves awakened to his touch, she knew that succumbing to passion wasn’t the answer to their problems. She tried to wriggle away. “Sinjin, wait. We have to talk.”
