Page 81 of The Warrior's Innocent Captive

‘Yes, love.’

‘Can I make you feel like that?’

He swallowed, his throat dry. ‘Yes, love.’

She ran her hands over his chest, stopping at the edge of a large bruise. ‘Does it hurt?’

‘Not any more.’

She smiled her wide, beautiful smile. ‘You don’t have to be brave for me.’

He brushed his lips over the hollow of her throat. ‘I’m not. It hurt like the devil himself had burned me earlier, but now that we’re together...’

His mouth closed over hers and he revelled in her delicious moan.

He shrugged out of the rest of his clothes and bought his body flush with hers.

Her hands skimmed over his shoulders and down his back. He hissed as they traced the curve of his buttocks, the gentle touch causing him more pleasure than he’d ever experienced. Her gentle exploration continued over his hip and round to his cock. She hesitated for a moment and then she lightly brushed against it.

He fisted the blanket into his hands as she ran her fingers along its length, not wanting to frighten her with the violence of his response. But, hell...her touch was exquisite.

‘Is this...?’ she murmured against the skin of his neck.

He could feel the heat of her blush against his jaw.

‘If you...’ He reached between them and showed her how to wrap her hand around him. He groaned as she moved up and down his length, cautiously at first, but with increasing confidence as his groans filled the air.

He moved his mouth back over hers, his tongue dancing with hers as he became increasingly desperate. ‘I want... I want you so badly.’

‘Yes,’ she whispered.

He groaned in relief. He couldn’t take much more of her touch before he spent in her hand like a young lad with no control over his body.

He wanted her with him, to finally make her his.

He moved over her, settling between her thighs and pushed himself up on to his elbows so he could look into her eyes. ‘I love you, Linota.’

‘I love you, too.’

He eased into her slowly, kissing the soft skin of her neck, her lush lips and the hard pebbles of her nipples.

She gasped as he filled her to the hilt and he paused, waiting for her to adjust to him. ‘Stop me if—’

But she began to move and all words were lost.

The fire was burning low, its flickering glow casting shadows on Erik’s sleeping face. Linota curled into his side and ran her fingers over the soft hair on his chest.

His hand moved over her hip, his fingers so warm and sure against her skin.

He was hers now and she was his.

His eyes flickered open.

He smiled as their eyes met. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and pleasure shot through her as potent as the strongest glass of wine.

The heat of his gaze sent flickers of desire racing through her. Her face obviously betrayed her hunger because she felt him hardening against her stomach.

She moaned as his tongue met hers, his kiss like molten fire. For a long moment she lost herself as his hands travelled over her, awakening the sensations that had only recently subsided.

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