CHAPTER THIRTEEN #3
Without hesitation, he used his tongue to caress her.
Her entire body went rigid, her heels digging his back.
When he repeated the motion, she gave a keening wail and fell back onto the furs.
Her wild rasping breaths urged him on and he held her open, driving deep and savoring the honey of her juices.
When he pulled away, her moan of frustration turned to exultation when he caught the tight nub of her clit between his lips.
Giving a gentle suck, he stroked it with his tongue.
A sudden tensing warned him he drove her too far, too fast, so he gently eased away, using his fingers in soothing motions as he released her and rose up on his elbows.
"Ari, stop this torment!" Her voice was scratchy and cracked, her eyes heavy-lidded and filled with frustration.
"You will beg me for more."
Her gaze snapped to his, frustration mingled with passion in the dark depths of her eyes. "Why must you do this?"
The plea in her voice sent his lust surging more forcefully through him. He leaned his forehead against hers.
"Tell me the truth. You are enjoying this."
She nodded, catching her lower lip briefly in her teeth again. "You shame me like this, treat me as no more than a possession. That my desires don't matter."
He slid his fingers along her cheek, a strange pang tapping at his heart. The need to reassure her, to make her understand why he did what he did, how deep the pleasure it gave him, overtook him.
"You owe me, remember? You are my possession."
Her eyes developed a sheen. Tears, he realized. Why did regret nearly cool his desire?
"I do this for your pleasure as well. Don't you find the... result enjoyable?"
Again, she nodded. "I do, but damn you, Ari, it's almost painful when you tease this way. Why will you not let me share this with you?"
He studied her closely, trying to understand what he read in her eyes.
From the first, she had always wanted to be treated equally, despite her debt.
Perhaps this once, he could forget the debt she owed.
He reached up and withdrew the dagger from the ground, pulling it free and loosening her bonds.
She held his stare, confusion now lining her face in the most enchanting way.
A moment later, she had wrapped herself around him, clinging tightly, her lips melded tight against his.
The momentum sent him tumbling backwards, clinging tightly to prevent her from being hurt in the fall.
After a few moments, her frantic assault slowed.
Hands on her waist, he eased her from him, chuckling.
"Easy Thora, I won't be rushed."
"You have done this to me. I won't wait any longer. You tease and deny me every time. Not this time."
She held his stare, daring him to refuse. Instead he grinned. She continued to surprise him.
"Very well. Not this time." But he'd sleep with a crone before he gave her control.
Wrapping his arms tight around her, he once more positioned her so she lay beneath him.
Her embrace never loosened and when he slid his cock along the hot soaked folds of her sex, she jerked upward, trying to force him into her. A hand on her hip halted her motion.
"Patience," he warned, even as he nudged the tip of his cock toward her entrance. Once again, she tried to gain control, but his grip prevented most of her movement. Her eyes narrowed.
"You are still being cruel."
"I must be ready, silly girl."
"Well get ready!" Her fingers dug into his shoulders and he savored the tiny sting for it gave him control over his desire once more.
Satisfied he wouldn't explode the moment he entered her, he gently eased himself into her, groaning at the way her slick tight sheath gripped him.
He paused, then drove a little deeper, his fingers tight on her hips to hold her still.
With each forward glide, Thora's cries came closer together until he had finally filled her. For several moments, he remained engulfed in her warm body, her lips rising to meet his in a fiery kiss that left his head spinning.
Daring to move, he eased his hold on Thora and she met his gentle rhythm.
A few moments of this delightful glory intensified when she quickened her movements, forcing him to move faster as well.
Soon, he thrust hard and rough into her, her hips rising to meet each drive.
Her nails scored his back and shoulders, her tongue dueling frantically with his, her cries reverberating through his body.
Lust hazed every one of his senses, Thora's scent surrounding him like the sweet aroma of ambrosia.
Her feel and taste both around and within him drove him higher than ever before.
A moment later, she pulled her mouth from his, a piercing howl near shattering his ears.
Beneath him, her entire body bucked furiously and the feel of her sex tightening around him was enough to send him over the edge.
He tumbled into the abyss, surrounded by her in ways he'd never thought possible.
The pulsing, blinding lights of bliss seemed to last hours, his own hoarse shouts driven out by the force of the pleasure consuming him.
What seemed hours later, the roar in his head receded and his body calmed. Beneath him, Thora continued to periodically quiver, her pussy squeezing him again, gently this time. Almost soothing. Careful to remain joined with her, he eased himself to his back, arranging her carefully atop his chest.
Brushing her dark hair from her face, she lifted her head and met his stare. Softened by her climax, her eyes were dark and luminous, glowing in the firelight. Her tangy scent clung to him and he inhaled sharply, to take her essence in deep.
"Thank you. That was..."
He smiled and caught her chin in his fingers. "It was." He pulled her close and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. When he drew away, she snuggled against him.
"But you still owe me."
She stiffened and once more raised her head, her eyes now blazing with anger. The anger faded when he laughed.
"You are a vile beast!" But her usual sword-sharp tone was missing. In its place, he detected a hint of amusement tinged with sated weariness.
"Go to sleep, Thora." He pushed her head back to his chest. His soft cock remained only barely inside her. When she shifted against him, nudging him free, a strange sense of loss mingled into his fulfilled fatigue.