Chapter 12 #2
palm against the flap of his breeches. He sucked his breath in as
she rubbed his already rigid cock. “I want to feel you rise again
and again.”
“You will, my tigress,” he rumbled, pushing
his pelvis against her hand and rolling her onto her back in one
swift motion. “You will.”
Leaning on his elbows, he covered her body
with his and cupped her face with his hands.
“You realize your father will likely kill me
for this,” he said, while he still had sense enough to think.
She twined her arms around his neck. “I will
kill you if you don’t,” she growled low.
“Then let us burn together on my funeral
pyre,” he whispered hoarsely, lowering his mouth to hers,
plundering with wet, hot kisses. When she gasped for air, he laid
claim with his tongue, dueling and dancing with hers until they
were both panting. He nipped her lower lip and trailed kisses along
the line of her jaw and down her neck to the hollow of her
throat.
Then he stopped and lifted his head.
“No,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
Aleksi sat up, his hips straddling hers. “I’m
not stopping, my tigress,” he said, his voice thick and low. He
reached up and pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it to the
ground.
He motioned for her to lift her arms, and
then he relieved her of his oversized tunic with one long, slow
pull. Her nipples pebbled in the brisk night air, and grew hard
under his hungry gaze. He lowered his head and she moaned and
arched her back as he licked and suckled first one breast and then
the other.
He kissed and nibbled his way from her
breasts to her belly, rested his chin on her hipbone as he took the
tie to her breeches in his teeth and pulled, grinning when she
sucked in her belly and groaned. Slowly, he peeled her breeches
down to her legs, his mouth following, kissing and nipping a path
from the inside of her thighs to her spreading knees, her twitching
calves, and then to her ankles.
She was naked from head to toe, her body
exposed to the night and him. He stood and swiftly shucked his
breeches.
Sahar’s heavy-lidded eyes grew wide as she
took in the sight of his cock at full measure before she held her
arms out to him. “Come burn with me, my stallion,” she growled.
Aleksi lowered himself over her, covering her
body with his, skin to skin, heart to beating heart. At first, he
kissed her, softly, tenderly, then his kiss grew in need and
intensity as he ran his hands up and down her sides, her belly, her
legs. She matched him kiss for kiss, her body warm and pliant under
his touch, her hands exploring his chest, his back, his belly, and
his backside. He tangled his fingers in the black curls between her
legs and moaned as she opened to his touch. He cupped her mound and
groaned at her wet heat.
“You burn for me, my tigress,” he rasped, “as
I burn for you.”
He kissed her mouth, hard and hungry, her
breathless gasps urging him on as he kissed his way down her chest
and her belly. He nuzzled his head between her thighs and kissed
her burning flesh.
“Oh,” she gasped, and then purred,
“Ooohhh.”
“You like that, my tigress?”
“Oh yes.”
“You taste of smoked honey,” he said, drawing
slow circles with his tongue.
“I do?” she panted.
“Oh, yes,” he said, kissing the inside of her
thigh. “I knew you would from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“I, oh, ooh, Aleksi…”
Her words melted into incoherent moans and
sighs as he licked and suckled her nub and she groaned and spread
her legs wider, moving her body in slow, sensuous circles until she
went stiff and still, her sweet juices melting on his tongue as she
gasped out his name.
Aleksi took her mouth with his, drinking in
his name on her lips, his hunger for her all-consuming. He covered
her face with kisses, moved to her neck, the hollow of her throat,
tasting the salty sweet sweat of her skin as her passions cooled
and his inflamed.
He brushed her tangled hair back from her
face and kissed her again, long, measured, and slow. He had wanted
her so badly for so long, and now that he finally had her, he
didn’t intend to come undone and spill his seed like some untried
lad.
Her breathing slowed, and he gazed into her
unfocused heavy-lidded eyes. He kissed her again, touching his lips
to hers as he settled his hips between her legs and gently probed
her with his cock.
“This may hurt a little at first,” he
whispered against her lips.
She smiled, slow and languid. “I’m
ready.”
Aleksi groaned as Sahar lifted her legs. He
plundered her mouth with his tongue, and her body with his thrust.
She flinched, and he stilled, his cock growing even harder inside
the warm, wet heat of her.
“Ahh, my tigress,” he murmured. “You
feel—”
“Wonderful.” She sighed.
“So wonderful,” he rasped, his voice as
ragged as his slipping control, “that I cannot hold back much
longer.”
“Then don’t,” she said, her voice low. “Let
yourself go, my stallion.” She smiled, slow, sensuous, and knowing.
“Burn with me.”
“I burn for you,” he whispered fiercely as he
pulled back slightly. “I burn with you,” he groaned, pushing back
in, licking his lips at the wet, hot friction of her. “We will burn
together, you and I,” he swore as the heat and friction increased