Page 123 of Warrior's Reign
The cloth tangled. A low savage sound and his hands were on the drapy cloth, tearing it down her body.
“I liked this dress,” she said, amused.
“I’ll buy you another.” He palmed her breast, squeezed. “If I allow you clothing at all.”
“Ha ha.” She paused. “Youarejoking, right?”
His mouth covered hers in another savage kiss. Her lips fell open, eagerly taking in his tongue. A second lapse in control—not. He was doing it on purpose.
“Fuck, Vykhan!” He suckled the drops of blood, releasing her mouth and traveling to the side of her neck, finding the delicate spot right above the hollow of her collarbone.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I don’t want foreplay. Just fuck me.”
Vykhan growled, a hiss of breath escaping through his teeth as his body stiffened. The wall was chill against her back, the tatters of the dress on the floor, her nipples hard with lust. He still wore his pants, and that was unacceptable.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said. “You’ll learn. When I’m sane again, I may regret it.”
“You have this wide streak of melodrama that alternates between funny as hell and really aggravating.” Reign wedged her hand between their bodies, pressing her palm flat on the hard ridges of his flat abdomen. “It’s just sex.” He raised his head, eyes glinting, she smiled at him. “Your cock won’t murder me.” Sweet, edged in nasty. She flicked open the waistband of his pants.
He grabbed her by the neck, forcing her head up so she could meet his gaze, and walked her backwards until she bumped against the wall. “It isn’t just sex, Reign. After this you will belong to me. Our bond won’t be a gentle one. Forget what you think you know. I am not Benyon.”
His hand squeezed the inside of her thigh, sliding down to grab her knee and yank her leg up and around his waist. She wrapped the other around his waist, braced only by his strength. He easily held her still, hissing when she ground her bare pussy against his groin.
“I’m not wanting to discuss my parents when we’re naked and about to fuck, Vykhan.” Reign took his cock in her hand. “I knew you weren’t wearing any underwear. And I bet you spent a half hour in the mirror adjusting yourself to best advantage. Like a girl fluffing her hair, or plumping her boobs. Not that I blame you, because if I was a man and had a cock the size of. . .what the fuck is this thing the size of anyway?”
Her fingertips didn’t meet as she stroked him up and down, eyes lowering to observe the monster sized organ she was about to impale herself on.
Reign bit the inside of her cheek. “You’re as long as my forearm. This is not normal for Yadeshi males. I know. I’ve had quite a few.”
He remained stubbornly silent.
Reign glanced up at him, eyes keen. “I know you know, Vykhan. I saw the way you and Lohail looked at each other when you were pretending to fight.” She squeezed his cock and his eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back a fraction of an inch. The tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief, pecs flexing. “It wasn’t a look of hate.”
Vykhan’s eyes snapped open. “You don’t know anything about it.”
“I know he still wants you. But you’re here with me, my hand wrapped around your cock. Do you still want him too? Do you wish he was here now, his arms wrapped around your waist, his cock inside you while you sink inside me?”
He leaned into her, bracing his arms on either side of her head, mouth brushing against her ear. “Reign, someday there will be consequences for how you speak without thinking.”
“Consequence me now.” She stroked his face with her free hand. “You’re hesitating and I wonder why?”
Vykhan grabbed her wrist, slamming it against the wall as Reign laughed. “Yes, finally, a response.”
He didn’t bother with preliminaries, simply positioned himself at her entrance and surged inside. She gasped wordlessly, body stretching at the rough invasion. Her free hand grabbed his shoulder, her nails digging in.
He lifted her, and Reign wrapped her legs around his waist, spread wide for his possession.
Vykhan pulled out to his tip, then slammed back inside. This time the silent breath broke, and she screamed.
“I’m hesitating,” he said between savage strokes, “because I still possess some tatters of my soul. You’re no use to me broken.”
Reign moaned deep in her throat, each thrust setting off a maelstrom of pleasure. He wasn’t gentle; it nearly hurt. But he placed his hand between them and rubbed her clit and she screamed even as he surged inside her again and again.
He sank his teeth into her neck. “I’m trying to let you come out of this without—”
She slapped him. She couldn’t help herself, didn’t even think. All she knew was that she wanted him to shut up, to stop fighting. His head jerked back. She’d hit him harder than she’d intended.
“Oops.”
