Page 149 of A Dance With Fire
So she’d never doubt he wanted her.
Even when he’d said he didn’t.
Let her know his words had been a lie.
He conveyed that in his kiss, his mouth against her mouth, his tongue against her tongue. He bent her over his arm, one hand digging into her hair, so he could delve in deeper. Consume her, merge their souls together, complete their bond.
He pulled away just enough to walk them backwards to the makeshift bed and lower her against the clean sheets.
“I tried to deny you,” Ryker found himself confessing. Hurt flashed behind her eyes. It was a brief flash, but it was there, and he hated himself for putting it there. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Never again,” he vowed. “I swear on Mana, I will never deny you again.”
Just like that, her expression softened, and she smiled.
And Ryker knew he’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“I promise,” he whispered, lips skimming across her collarbones.
She let out a content sigh, body squirming beneath his. “Ryker…” It came out as a groan that he felt jolt through his body. “I have to tell you…”
“What?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
Her words registered and something like elation rippled through his body. He pressed a kiss to her chin, to her lips, and smiled against her mouth.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, just another promise he intended to keep. “I’ll be gentle.”
* * *
Worship.
That’s the word that came to mind as Ryker’s hands and tongue roved over Shula’s body. He worshipped her with his mouth, from her mouth, sending kisses down her neck, over the sharp ridges of her collarbones. His hands danced along the surface of her skin, fingers strumming her clit once again pulling her towards heights of desire.
Until she was squirming beneath him, until a haze swirled over her and shebegged.“Ryker,” she gasped.“Please.”
He lifted and she heard the rustle of his pants as he undressed quickly and lowered over her once again. The delicious friction of his skin against hers had her moaning, lifting her hips in search of his cock.
Desire had never felt so foreign or so necessary before. She’d never wanted anyone this much. In fact, she’d never wantedanyone.Her whole body quivered with anticipation, and then she felt the head of his cock slide against her folds. Warm, wet,hard.
Ryker held himself up with one hand, with the other he poised his cock at her entrance, running his head up and down her folds, pressing it tightly against her clit.
The mere touch was enough to send sparks of lightning across her nerve endings; it was electric, and she wanted more.
Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock inside her. One slow inch at a time. She took him, her whole body tight as she felt a pinch of pain. He wasn’t even halfway in when he stopped.
“Look at me, Fire Dancer,” he groaned.
Her eyes snapped open and she hadn’t even realized she’d closed them.
“Eyes on me. Relax.”
Her body melted into the makeshift bed, her legs widening and wrapping around his hips to keep him right where he was. He smiled, and she committed the image to memory before he surged to the hilt inside her. A brief flash of pain was what she felt before it faded and made way for something else.
He rocked his hips in short thrusts, his length pressing, drawing out her cries. The walls of her sex hugged him close, pulling him in, and every time his hips slammed back down onto hers, he created the friction her body desired until he pushed her, the sensation rolling through her whole body, at the base of her spine and rose.
Flesh slapped against flesh, their cries and breaths mingled, and her magic soared above the ceiling like streaks of fire flying across the darkness.
Every scrape of his scarred hands traveling up her body sensitized every nerve, elicited gasps of delight that he swallowed with his mouth. They only pulled away to gasp for air. Her neck arched and his lips pressed to her pulse, feeling the rapid beats like the fluttering of a pixie’s wings.
