Chapter 4 #3
He thought she was going to deny him the comfort he was seeking but after a long pause she nodded. “Close the door. I have the key. We’ll have to be quick.”
If she’d refused him Jamirr would have let her go without any delay or further attempts to persuade her to have sex with him but he was grateful she was going to break her own rule tonight to give him a taste of what he needed.
Door firmly closed, he grabbed the chair and wedged it under the handle, to give them a few extra seconds if anyone else tried to enter.
At this hour no one should be bothering him but he wanted to be cautious.
Then he turned to the bed, unfastening his pants as he went and stepping out of them to stand naked before her.
Samyra slid her loose dress over her head and tossed it on the floor, lying on his bed in only a few bits of lace. She reached for him and Jamirr was only too happy to come over her. “You’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
“Then don’t. Come here and take what you need.
” Samyra drew him down, although he kept his weight on his elbows.
She arched into him and she was already wet for him.
With a snarl he hooked one talon in the string at the side of her panties and ripped them off.
She laughed, not concerned at all, and he removed the bra in much the same manner.
Taking a moment to savor his view of her breasts, rosy tipped, the points hardened into nubs, he lowered his head to taste and tease.
She wrapped her legs around him, which brought the tip of his cock into contact with her heat and he slid the first inch or two inside.
He wanted to take his time and to learn every bit of her body, to figure out what gave her the most pleasure, but Samyra gave him no time, moving her hips to draw him further toward her core.
The sensation of her warm body gripping him was almost enough to make him come right then and there.
“Jamirr,” she moaned, holding him tight.
He wanted to hear her say his name again with that breathy tone. He slid his hand between them, to circle the hidden bundle of nerves and she stared into his eyes and clenched hard around him. “Right there,” she said, “Do that again. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promised, resuming his thrusts.
She came on his cock, every muscle in her body tensing up to capture and prolong the sensation.
Gritting his teeth Jamirr managed to hang on, to delay his own much-needed climax and as she came down from the heights, he resumed his forward progress, driving toward her core.
“I can’t, not again,” she said.
“You can, I know it and so do you.” He had the strangest urge to deploy his fangs and bite her at the vulnerable spot where her slender neck met her shoulder and to lick the blood.
He wanted to roll her over and take her from behind, plunging so deep she became his.
He couldn’t do either thing—she hadn’t given her permission and she’d probably be horrified.
Jamirr shook off the impulse and concentrated on what he was allowed to do right now and that was to bring them both to a climax more powerful than he’d ever experienced before. He was close, so close.
“There, right there, that’s the angle,” she cried, doing something with her hips and her internal muscles he couldn’t resist and he let go of his self-control.
As he said her name over and over while the hot jets of his release bathed her core, Jamirr felt transported to somewhere else and all his mental dissonance about seeing the men like him dissolved in the white heat of his climax.
Samyra was coming apart under him, her sounds of pleasure further soothing his soul and he let himself just be in the moment, safe and secure in her arms.
There was nowhere else he wanted to be than with Samyra and he’d do whatever it took to stay there.
They collapsed together, sweaty and sated. He cherished the feel of her in his arms, knowing all too soon she’d rise and leave him behind his locked door. “Thank you,” he said softly.
She raised her head and studied him with those gorgeous eyes, her face troubled. “I wish—I wish things could be different.”
Jamirr ran his hand over her hair and down her back, gliding over old scars from the arena. “I know,” he whispered. “As do I but we have to deal with life as it is, not as we wish it to be.”
She kissed his lips and gathered herself to rise.
Reluctantly he let her go and she left the bed, gathering the torn remnants of her lingerie and tucking them into the pocket of her dress as soon as she’d shrugged it on.
She slid her feet into her sandals and walked to the door, turning with her hand on the lock. “Are you all right now?”
“You gave me peace,” he said truthfully. “You made the world make sense.”
“I’m glad.” She engaged the key and opened the door, disappearing from his view. The panel closed again and he heard the click of the lock engaging and the sound went to his heart like a dagger.