Page 66 of Warlord’s Empire

“Promise what?” she gasped, wrapping her arms around his head as he latched onto a nipple, sucking it into the heat of his mouth.

She groaned when he released her nipple to say, “Promise you belong to me always.”

Even as the heat snapping between them threatened to explode into an inferno, she realized they were having a significant moment. She couldn’t unscramble her brain enough to think clearly though, saying to him, “I promise.”

“What do you promise?” He switched his attention to her other nipple, rolling it between his teeth.

Pleasure and pain collided as her back bowed against the bed. “Oh god!” she shouted at the ceiling. “I… I promise…” What was she promising? Oh yeah… “I’m yours, Muhammed. Always and forever yours!”

He moved lower, his head now between her thighs. Dignity meant nothing to her as she lifted her hips to him, begging silently. She’d made the promise, now she wanted paradise.

She must’ve said the words out loud, because he replied, “I will take you there and keep you forever.” His voice rumbled against her thigh as he nipped his way to her labia, exploring with his tongue, setting off fireworks in her brain.

No man had ever kissed her down there before, though she read enough books to know how it worked. Reading was no substitution for the real thing though. It couldn’t possibly capture the sensation of pure joy streaking through her as he licked and nipped her, pressing one thick finger into her.

“Fuck!” she screamed as her orgasm exploded, before clamping a hand over her mouth. The house was far from soundproof and they had guests.

Before she could recover enough to make sense of the world again, Radik was moving over her, shoving his trousers down his thighs. He surged into her in one long, smooth stroke that drew another scream from her as he filled her.

“Mine,” he grunted, thrusting again and again, holding her in his stare. “Always mine.”

“Yours.” She reached for him, pressing her breasts to his naked chest, lifting her hips, urging him deeper.

“My angel.” It felt like a declaration as he pounded into her in hard, fierce strokes.

She held him tight through the storm, promising herself to him, climbing higher and higher as they reached for the peak together.

Saskia clawed at his back, gripping him tight and pressing her face into his neck. She licked a drip of sweat that trickled down from his hairline.

“Come for me, my angel,” he commanded her.

He cupped the back of her head, tilting it up so he could watch her face as she went over the edge. Then, seconds later he came, burying his face against her and shouting his satisfaction as his cock slammed into her one more time.

Chapter Thirty

“Good morning, again.” Radik’s deep voice, the caress of a hand on her hip, and the smell of coffee pulled her from a very pleasant nap and into an even pleasanter morning.

Saskia pushed herself up on an elbow, shoving curls from her face. “Did you bring me breakfast in bed?”

He was beyond sexy in a pair of low-riding sweats and nothing else. He got even sexier when he handed her a cup of coffee.

“Coffee only, I’m afraid. I’ve asked Nonna to prepare breakfast for our guests. We’ll join them once we’ve had our coffee.”

Saskia smiled as she sipped. “You’re a thoughtful man to allow me my caffeine before I have to face Jozef.”

“I won’t allow him to intimidate you,” Radik said seriously, sitting on the bed next to her.

It felt so domestic and perfect, she wanted the moment to last forever. This was the life she envisioned when she fantasized about the two of them.

“He doesn’t intimidate me,” she said. “Not really. It’s finding a way to tell him I won’t be going back with him that’s going to be tricky.”

“Not so tricky because you will have me and an entire army at your back,” Radik replied. “Now finish up your coffee, then get your gorgeous ass into some clothes so we can join your family.”

Saskia noticed a definite shift in the household that morning as she and Radik made their way to breakfast. “There are guards in the house,” she noted as they passed one in the upstairs hallway.

“They’re more visible than usual, yes,” Radik agreed, taking her hand as they descended the stairs.

Meaning the guards were always there and she’d just missed them in the shadows. She wasn’t surprised. She’d been raised in a mansion filled with security guards. They’d become mostly invisible to her.