She twined her arms around his neck.“I willkill you if you don’t,” she growled low.
“Then let us burn together on my funeralpyre,” he whispered hoarsely, lowering his mouth to hers,plundering with wet, hot kisses.When she gasped for air, he laidclaim with his tongue, dueling and dancing with hers until theywere both panting.He nipped her lower lip and trailed kisses alongthe line of her jaw and down her neck to the hollow of herthroat.
Then he stopped and lifted his head.
“No,” she pleaded.“Don’t stop.”
Aleksi sat up, his hips straddling hers.“I’mnot stopping, my tigress,” he said, his voice thick and low.Hereached up and pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it to theground.
He motioned for her to lift her arms, andthen he relieved her of his oversized tunic with one long, slowpull.Her nipples pebbled in the brisk night air, and grew hardunder his hungry gaze.He lowered his head and she moaned andarched her back as he licked and suckled first one breast and thenthe other.
He kissed and nibbled his way from herbreasts to her belly, rested his chin on her hipbone as he took thetie to her breeches in his teeth and pulled, grinning when shesucked in her belly and groaned.Slowly, he peeled her breechesdown to her legs, his mouth following, kissing and nipping a pathfrom the inside of her thighs to her spreading knees, her twitchingcalves, and then to her ankles.
She was naked from head to toe, her bodyexposed to the night and him.He stood and swiftly shucked hisbreeches.
Sahar’s heavy-lidded eyes grew wide as shetook in the sight of his cock at full measure before she held herarms out to him.“Come burn with me, my stallion,” she growled.
Aleksi lowered himself over her, covering herbody with his, skin to skin, heart to beating heart.At first, hekissed her, softly, tenderly, then his kiss grew in need andintensity as he ran his hands up and down her sides, her belly, herlegs.She matched him kiss for kiss, her body warm and pliant underhis touch, her hands exploring his chest, his back, his belly, andhis backside.He tangled his fingers in the black curls between herlegs and moaned as she opened to his touch.He cupped her mound andgroaned at her wet heat.
“You burn for me, my tigress,” he rasped, “asI burn for you.”
He kissed her mouth, hard and hungry, herbreathless gasps urging him on as he kissed his way down her chestand her belly.He nuzzled his head between her thighs and kissedher burning flesh.
“Oh,” she gasped, and then purred,“Ooohhh.”
“You like that, my tigress?”
“Oh yes.”
“You taste of smoked honey,” he said, drawingslow circles with his tongue.
“I do?”she panted.
“Oh, yes,” he said, kissing the inside of herthigh.“I knew you would from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“I, oh, ooh, Aleksi…”
Her words melted into incoherent moans andsighs as he licked and suckled her nub and she groaned and spreadher legs wider, moving her body in slow, sensuous circles until shewent stiff and still, her sweet juices melting on his tongue as shegasped out his name.
Aleksi took her mouth with his, drinking inhis name on her lips, his hunger for her all-consuming.He coveredher face with kisses, moved to her neck, the hollow of her throat,tasting the salty sweet sweat of her skin as her passions cooledand his inflamed.
He brushed her tangled hair back from herface and kissed her again, long, measured, and slow.He had wantedher so badly for so long, and now that he finally had her, hedidn’t intend to come undone and spill his seed like some untriedlad.
Her breathing slowed, and he gazed into herunfocused heavy-lidded eyes.He kissed her again, touching his lipsto hers as he settled his hips between her legs and gently probedher with his cock.
“This may hurt a little at first,” hewhispered against her lips.
She smiled, slow and languid.“I’mready.”
Aleksi groaned as Sahar lifted her legs.Heplundered her mouth with his tongue, and her body with his thrust.She flinched, and he stilled, his cock growing even harder insidethe warm, wet heat of her.
“Ahh, my tigress,” he murmured.“Youfeel—”
“Wonderful.”She sighed.
“So wonderful,” he rasped, his voice asragged as his slipping control, “that I cannot hold back muchlonger.”
“Then don’t,” she said, her voice low.“Letyourself go, my stallion.”She smiled, slow, sensuous, and knowing.“Burn with me.”
