Mar-ee turned and glided out. “Well, that was most uncalled for,” she muttered. But if Talia and Lukan could have seen the expression on her face, they would have seen that she was smiling with satisfaction.
Chapter Ten
But Talia and Lukan were far too focused on each other.
As she looked into the face of the fierce, handsome warrior, Talia’s heart ached at the thought of what he had gone through for her. He hadn’t even told her about thevar-hool, hadn’t tried to pressure her in any way.
His lips were parted, his breathing shallow, and she could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against the moist flesh of her pussy through the thin, sodden silk of her robe. Yet he didn’t move to kiss her, or roll his hips to press more firmly against her. He was trembling with self-restraint, every muscle tense. His heart thundered against her palms and his pupils were dilated as he gazed at her.
She leaned down and murmured into his ear, letting her warm breath tickle his skin. “So,” she said. “I’ll tell you what I want. I want a tour of your room. Right now, I’d like to explore that fur rug in front of the fireplace. And then your bed. And then maybe this chair, or your table.”
Lukan gave a heartfelt groan and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a hard, passionate kiss. He curled his tongue against hers, biting her lip when she tried to pull back to snatch a breath.
She could feel her pulse beating in the slick flesh between her thighs. His big hands roved over her body, pressing against her spine so that she arched towards him, then smoothing down over the silk-clad curve of her waist to cup her ass and pull her closer against him.
She gasped against his mouth and shivered.
Lukan pulled away just a fraction, his lips still close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin.
“My heart,” he said to her, his voice gravelly with arousal. “I am going to taste every inch of your sweet, delectable body. I am going to brand your flesh with my lips, from head to toe, until you tell me you are mine.”
He grasped the flimsy fabric of her robe and tore it away from her body, allowing the fragile scraps of silk to flutter from his fingers. Then he stood, lifting her easily in his strong arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips, wriggling slightly in his grasp and whimpering at the friction of her hot flesh against the thick length of his erection.
He kneeled on the rug, Talia still clasped against his chest, her legs wrapped around him. He cupped the back of her head in his palm and kissed her, lying her back against the rug, his big body a pleasant weight. His cock twitched and strained against the slick petals of her pussy, and she wriggled against him.
“Please,” she gasped, running her hands down his broad, muscled back to clutch his taut buttocks. “Please, Lukan, I want you inside me.”
He groaned, burying his head against the side of her throat, and she shivered with anticipation as the broad head of his cock teased her entrance.
But then he pulled away, shaking his head. “No, my heart. I want to taste you. I want to kiss and lick every delicious inch of your body until you are crying out my name.”
His eyes were like dark, hypnotic pools and she found herself lost for words as he placed a soft, possessive kiss on her lips. Then he bent his head and left a trail of soft kisses down her throat, He cupped her full breast in his large palm, allowing the pert, pink nipple to peek between his fingers so he could take it between his lips and suckle, sending a silvery thread of sensation shooting directly to her core. Her pussy clenched, and she could feel the sticky juices on her thighs as she shifted restlessly beneath him.
He lavished the same treatment on the other breast, then moved lower, licking and sucking the soft flesh of her belly and dipping his tongue into her navel. The ticklish sensation made her giggle, but the giggle turned into a gasp as his fingers slid up the inside of her thigh and tangled in the damp curls that covered her mound in a neat triangle.
He parted her folds with dexterous fingers, then dipped his head and gave the glistening pink flesh a single long, slow lick. Talia moaned and threaded her fingers into his silky black hair.
He wrapped his lips around the tingling nub of her clit and sucked. Talia’s back arched violently with the intensity of the sensation and she cried out, twisting her hands in his hair. He didn’t complain, even though she must be hurting him – just continued to lap eagerly at her clit as he worked first one and then two fingers into her sopping channel.
“Oh god,” she panted, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
But he did. He looked up at her again, fingers working in and out of her pussy as he favored her with a slow, lazy grin. “You taste as sweet and intoxicating as the finest tharfaberry wine,” he said. “I feel drunk on you.”
“Please…” she begged, barely able to form words. She forced her hands away from his head and clutched at the thick, soft fur of the rug.
“I am going to make you see stars,” Lukan told her, never stopping the smooth pumping of his fingers inside her. “I want to hear you screaming my name.”
He began to lap at her flesh again, pushing her higher and higher towards some impossible pinnacle of bliss. The sensation spiraled inside her, every muscle of her body tensing, fingers scrabbling at the rug for purchase as she flew apart, the orgasm sweeping through every taut muscle and leaving her boneless and gasping.
“Lukan…” she gasped. She didn’t have the strength to scream his name. Her flesh was still tingling and pulsing from the touch of his lips and tongue. He gave her that lazy grin again as he hauled her into his arms and pulled her against his chest.
“It’s a start,” he said as their heartbeats started to return to normal.
Neither of them stirred when Treffon stopped outside the door, keeping his appointment to discuss the cyborg threat with Lukan. As he raised his hand to knock, he paused and sniffed the air. It was redolent with sex. “Perhaps now is not the time to betoopunctual,” he murmured to himself, and turned away with a smile.
Chapter Eleven
“Soon I will take you home,” Lukan said to Talia. “We will make up for all the time we lost because of Alexandra’s lies. I will show you how beautiful Ilyria is, allow you to fall in love with your new home. And I will give you anything your heart desires. But there is an important matter to attend to, and as myReginar-La, I want you to be part of this.” Reginar-La was the official title of the Reginar’s mate.
