Page 59 of On a Barbarian World

He gave her nipple one last lap, then flipped her over.

The sight of her gorgeous ass, the ripe, smooth curves of it, drove him out of his mind. But when she pushed back against him, searching for him, he lost the last of his formidable control.

With a growl, he gripped her hips.

She looked back over her shoulder. “You recover quickly.”

He ran one hand over the curve of her hip, delving between her cheeks and finding where she was hot and wet. She made a choked sound and pushed against his hand.

“All warriors recover quickly.” He covered her, pressing his body over hers, the head of his cock lodging in her delicate folds. He nipped at her ear. “If properly enticed, I can rut all night.”

Her head tilted back, her eyes were wide, and she licked her lips. “Do your worst, warrior. I’ll match you every step of the way.”

He thrust inside her.

She cried out, her back arching. For a second, he thought he’d hurt her. This way, she felt smaller and tighter. But when she shoved back against him again, he smiled.

His little skyflyer was hot and in need.

He started pounding into her. Every sound and move she made showed how much she was enjoying herself. And everything she did inflamed him.

He’d always held a part of himself back during sex, but now, with Aurina, he gave her all of him.

He gripped her harder, his thrusts turned rougher, and he worked her more ruthlessly.

When her release hit her, she bucked back against him and screamed. The ripples of her body on his cock sent his own orgasm crashing over him. He roared as he came, the pleasure swamping him.

He collapsed on the bed, and had enough presence of mind left to twist at the last minute and not crush her. She lay sprawled in front of him, her arms outstretched. He could only see the profile of her face—her eyes were closed. There were tears on her cheek.

Kavon tensed. Hells, he’d hurt her. He’d never been this rough or demanding before.

“Aurina.” He cupped her jaw and forced her face back to him.

She was smiling.

Everything in him relaxed. He’d pleasured his woman and he felt damn good. But now he wanted to take care of her.

He scooped her up and stood. She curled into him, and he loved it.

He took her into the bathroom. He set her on the edge of the tub and turned the taps to set the water flowing. He sprinkled in some of the bath salts he never normally used, and was happy they smelled pleasant but not like a flower-laden meadow.

Once it was ready, he lifted her again and stepped inside. He sank into the warm water and settled her between his legs, her back pressed to his chest.

“This is good,” she said. “I don’t get to take many baths. The water is great.”

He grunted his agreement. The water was nothing compared to how she felt resting against him, sated from their loving.

“I could get used to this,” she murmured, turning her face into his neck.

So could he. But it was something he couldn’t let happen.

Aurina woke slowly from sleep, blinking at the bright morning light streaming through the windows. She stretched slowly, and realized a hard weight was clamped around her waist. She turned her head.

Kavon was holding onto her tightly. She smiled. Even in sleep, he looked like a hard, tough warlord. There was no softening of those features, or of the pain of the loss that was buried deep there. Pain she could now read so easily in him.

She traced a finger along his jaw and the stubble there. He was alive. Her throat tightened. So alive. He’d proved that over and over again throughout the night. She shifted, and between her legs she felt an achy throb, not to mention the scrapes from his stubble on her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs.

Her gaze fell on the flawless bronze skin of his neck. Her heart skipped a beat. He’d almost died. In a brief moment, all that vital male strength could have been gone…but he wasn’t. She steadied herself. Instead, the gorgeous, big male animal was right here with her.