He spread her flesh, licking her up and down. "I've waited my whole life for this," he rasped against her, his accent so thick. "Will never get enough of you." Shuddering with pleasure, he began flicking, teasing, nipping....
She moaned - loudly. Rain and wind pounded the balcony doors open. A fine mist dewed her skin.
Seeming drugged with bliss, he asked, "You've never had this?"
"No!"
"You'll be wantin' it again?"
Another thorough lick had her back arching. "Ah, yes!"
"Good lass." He wrapped those brawny arms around her thighs. "Your taste maddens me, dreamed of it, fantasized about doing this tae you." He circled his tongue over her clitoris. "Have you imagined me kissing you here?"
"Yes," she moaned. She had, but had never dreamed it would be this wicked....
His pace was slow, savoring, but his body was taut, tension in every line of his corded muscles. He seemed as if he were only just keeping himself from setting upon her in a frenzy. His knee was drawn up, and his narrow hips were grinding against the bed. She wanted her hands on his rock-hard ass, wanted to feel him moving so sensuously.
As she grew closer to her climax, he gave a harsh groan against her. His eyes had flickered blue, and she'd seen a glimpse of his beast. Yet for some reason, the thought that he couldn't quite control his reaction didn't frighten her - it aroused her even more.
The tremors began, pleasure as she'd never imagined....
Just before he took her clitoris between his lips, he growled, "Come hard for your male," then he suckled her.
"Ah, gods!" Her thighs fell wide open as she wantonly bucked to his mouth. Lightning flashed like bomb bursts outside. "Oh, yes!" She drew a breath, needing to scream. But he put his palm over her mouth for her to cry out against.
She did. Over and over...
He didn't stop licking her orgasm the first or even the second time she pressed his head away. Just continued feasting, grinding his aching c**k into the bed.
Finally, he tore himself away from her with a yell, rising up on his knees. Already he was on the verge of coming - even before he saw her spread out before him like an offering.
Her thighs were still parted, revealing her drenched sex. Her soft folds glistened. Her br**sts were rising and falling with her hectic breaths.
Her eyes... silvery and filled with lust as she stared at his swollen cock.
"Touch it."
She rose up, reaching for him, giving him a slow stroke along his shaft.
"Cup me." When she put her cool palm against his aching bollocks, hefting them, he choked out, "Now do both." As she fondled his sac and stroked, he went nigh dizzy with pleasure. Somehow, he managed to utter the words, "Put your lips on it."
She leaned in, looking like she was considering it but then hesitated.
"Have you ever done this?"
She whispered, "No, never."
"Do you want tae?" When she gave a tentative nod, he said, "I'll show you." She's going to suckle it? A dream? Another fantasy to join the thousands over the last year?
Holding the back of her head with one shaking hand and his c**k with the other, he guided her closer. "Taste me, lass." He was quaking with anticipation, fearing he'd spontaneously lose his seed.
He inhaled a ragged breath as her tongue darted out. She licked the slit; his eyes rolled back in his head, and he bucked uncontrollably to her tongue. When she drew back, he said, "Nay, Lousha, I'll hold still. Just take me in." Feeding his shaft to her once more, he rasped, "Suck it between your lips."
With his gaze holding hers, he pressed his cockhead into her hot, wet mouth, groaning as her tongue greeted him. "Gods, woman!"
Still gazing up at him, she sucked it deeper, with her little cheeks hollowing -
No, no... canna hold my seed! With a desperate groan, he tucked his hips under, somehow pulling out of that hungry heat. "'Bout tae come." He pressed her back on the bed, then took his c**k in his fist. "Do you want me tae come atop you?" If I canna mark you in one way, I will in another.
She gasped at his words, then nodded eagerly, arching her back.
After a single pump of his fist, he gave a brutal yell, releasing his se**n over her. As he ejaculated, her body quivered with each drop of his hot seed. Again and again, he lashed her torso and br**sts, her ni**les....
Once he'd finally finished spending, he wiped her off with his T-shirt, then drew her tight into his arms. They lay with their hearts thundering.
Between kisses on her neck, her ears, her face, he said, "I'll do this to you till there's something to take the place of your vows - until you see the two of us together as your religion. Mark my words, Lousha, in time, you'll be praying for me inside you."
27
Lightning struck directly outside, a boom that shook the entire boat. But Garreth was already awake.
It was just after four in the morning - the time he was usually on the trail of Lucia, hoping to get a jump on her. If he'd even bothered to sleep.
Earlier, he'd petted her hair until she'd passed out, then he'd dozed fitfully himself - until he'd awakened with his shaft hard as wood.
After debating whether to wake her with his tongue back between her thighs, he decided not to push her too quickly. So he sat in the cabin's chair, ignoring the ache in his shaft, and gazed at her, his favorite sight.
He'd never seen her like this before - still. In sleep, she panted her breaths, her brows drawn.
Another bolt. In the beginning, he'd thought all the lightning coming from her would take some getting used to. He'd thought wrong. He craved seeing it, knew it meant she was near, and it alerted him to her moods.
Lightning had struck every time just before she'd attacked him. He liked to think it was from regret....
Now things were looking up for them. The unbelievable pleasure they'd just shared was only the beginning. He'd seduce her to surrender more.
Wait, had she moaned? Maybe she had the same subject on her mind as he did.
He frowned when she did it again, and louder. No, it was a moan not of pleasure but of fear. A nightmare, getting worse. More lightning blasted down, then came a whimper.
"Lousha, rest easy." He climbed back in bed with her, pulling her across his chest to run his fingers through her hair again. Though she never woke, she calmed.
Yet not before he felt tears on his chest. "Ach, love, what's this?" he murmured, but she slumbered on.
He needed to uncover what had befallen his mysterious little mate. Lykae reveled in mysteries. He'd peel away the layers, find out everything he could about her. But with care. For Lucia, he would be patient, would temper his selfishness, his aggression.