Page 51 of Drawn into Oblivion

He nearly groaned at the warm look in her eyes. “We do have hours, as you said.”

Mai savored the sensations coursing through her. Her blood flowed thick and hot. Her nerve endings tingled. Her body was limber and yet heavy. Arousal had woken her magic, and it sleepily shuddered as it stretched to her ribs. Its movements made her shiver. She wanted him. Badly. But where to start?

“Mai,” he said, voice aching.

She barely heard him as she lay down next to him, elbow planted beneath her so she could see his face as she hungrily stroked his chest. Shuddering beneath her touch, he tugged helplessly at his bonds. He whispered her name again as he turned his face toward her, and she leaned over him, readily granting his unspoken desire.

Their breaths mingled for the space of a heartbeat before she kissed him. And even though he was immobilized, his insatiable hunger for her quickly had her gasping. Her hand rested on his chest, where his heart pounded fast and hard. He boldly explored her mouth with his tongue, sucked on her lips, and groaned as he lifted his head, seeking more. She melted against him.

Rosuke wanted nothing more than to hold her and taste the sweetness of her mouth. He wanted to unravel her braid and slide his hands into her flowery hair. His fingertips ached to stroke her silky skin.

From there, his desire only spun further out of control. Rather than hold her, he wanted to feel her naked body next to—no, underneath him as he explored her. He wanted to sink into the soft cushion of her form, to feel her warm thighs eagerly wrap around him and pull him in tight.

Groaning, he forced those thoughts to a dusty corner of his mind, already too close to the edge. Mai lifted her head, and he was satisfied to find her lips red and swollen.

“You taste good enough to eat,” he growled. “Will I get to eat you today?”

“Maybe I’ll get to eat you” was her husky answer, shocking him into silence as he marveled at this newer, more confident Mai. She returned his bold stares, slow smiles, and flirtatious comments, no longer the cold, imposing woman he had met months ago on Vallen’s old estate.

Then his capacity for thought vanished as she ground against his hip. She slid her hand back and forth across his chest, breathing slow and deep. Her gaze moved over him as if she really would eat him, and he swore his cock jumped hard enough to split a seam. Biting her lip, she pulled at the ties of his shirt. He tried to burn the lustful look on her face into his brain.

A moment later, she spread his shirt open, and her delicate hand touched his naked chest for the first time. He shut his eyes and groaned.

Mai sensed he was at the end of his rope, but she needed a moment to take in the remarkable specimen before her. His smooth skin was paler than hers and unblemished except for a strange set of scars that curved around his side. No doubt a demon had slashed him at some point in the past. Running her palm over his wide chest and the hard ridges of his abs, she could feel the raw power of his physical body.

His magic reached out, fervent and full of need. She nudged her magic in the right direction as she pressed tighter to his side, and sighed as it returned the gentle caresses of his power. The sensation was electric. It made the air hitch in her throat.

“By the gods, that—feels good,” he said from low in his throat. His expression made her mouth dry. His brow was gently furrowed, his eyes shut and lips parted. It was pleasure on his face, although only a taste.

She wanted to see more of him and give him even more pleasure. Her hand shook as she squeezed her fingers between them to undo the ties cinching his trousers around his slim waist. His breaths had become more ragged, a sound that twisted her insides as she yanked at the ties on his other hip. She was too focused on what his voice would sound like at the point of climax to feel shy or anxious, and tugged his pants down his hips.

She couldn’t help but gasp as she laid eyes on his erection. She knew that some men were longer or thicker than others, but she had thought the sizes were generally the same. As she looked at Rosuke’s, though, she wondered if he was too large for her.

“It won’t bite,” he said, faintly smiling. “Touch me, Mai. Please.” His last word was a whisper. He moved restlessly, abs clenched.

Her pulse pounded in her head as she hesitantly wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It was warm. Well, of course it was, but somehow the discovery had surprised her. So did the feel of hard flesh sheathed in silk. He gave a tight sigh, as if in pain, but a glance at his face found only pleasure.

Using her limited knowledge, she began stroking him, her gaze fixed upon his loins as his soft skin slid up and down his length. She thought about the way he touched her, and started off slow. Even so, Rosuke groaned like a man dying, chest heaving under her weight as he gulped for air. His hips rolled upward—though only so far, restrained as he was—and the motion was as fascinating as it was illuminating.

She felt incredibly powerful. And also warm under what now felt like far too much clothing. She managed to tear her eyes away from the sight of his erection pumping into her fist and watched his transported expression. He had pressed his head back into the pillow, a sheen of sweat on his brow.

Rosuke was in agony, but it was the sweetest of tortures. At last, she was reciprocating his sincere attentions—not just because she felt obligated but because she wanted to. But he had wanted her too much, for too long, and he damned his lack of control as scalding heat clawed up his swollen cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer and hated having to end it so soon.

“S-stop,” he choked out. “I’m about to—” She did exactly as he’d asked, and he hissed with painful need.

“About to come?” she said softly in his ear. She resumed stroking him, faster than before. He couldn’t help his strangled groan. “I’ve always been the one to take pleasure. Now it’s your turn.”

“Please,” he keened. “You’re killing me.”

Mai smiled as she recalled the high general’s advice. “I want to see you finish.” She kissed his flushed earlobe and then lifted her head to admire the effort on his face. He was fighting it, but he would lose. The muscle at his jaw joint popped every time she pulled back on his erection, and his eyebrows pinched together in time with his growling groans. His biceps against her shoulder flexed, and the leather reins creaked as he struggled against their hold.

His heart pounded beneath her breast. His jaw hinged open. His abs seized.

“Ah!” he shouted, punching his head into his pillow. His magic shuddered against hers, and the warm flesh in her hand jerked. Gasping, she looked down just as a pearly white fluid burst from the tip of his erection and splashed onto his convulsing abdomen. Not thinking, she continued stroking and blinked in surprise as more of his seed jetted out.

Divine One help her, she reveled in the sight of him. Exposed, intensely masculine, and glistening with both sweat and the proof of his climax. He went slack beneath her, and she gently pulled her hand away.

“Let me kiss you,” he said, still catching his breath. The worship in his eyes made her heart skip. She leaned over him and parted her lips.