Page 51 of All's Fair in Lion and War
She wasn’t rejecting him.
One of her hands traced along a scar on his neck. The other crept up into his braids and she wrapped her hands tight in his hair, pulling him down, closer to her.
The slight edge of pain removed any inhibitions he might’ve had left. His heart pounded. And a predatory snarl rolled up from his throat. He moved his hands to her ass and lifted the perfectly rounded globes and walked her backward until her back hit the bar. It was too high to sit her on.
But the jolt against the counter made the kiss go even more wild. She attacked his mouth like she was starving for affection only Saul could provide. Like she was worried that if she slowed down he would pull away.
There was no chance.
He was seconds from behaving like an animal. Seconds from pawing off her clothes and fucking her until she screamed his name, until he marked her as his.
His cat wanted more. All of her. His fingers clawed at her ass, pulling her closer, driving his hips against her core, getting as close as possible without being naked.
How he wanted her naked.
More.
She was whimpering, panting, and groaning into his mouth.
More.
Need was the unspoken statement being communicated between them both.
More.
Saul turned around with her still in his arms. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands supported her ass. But he needed to be on top of her. He needed to feel her body crushed beneath his.
He shoved several chairs off at the nearest table, ignoring the loud clatter and put her down on her back, never once breaking the kiss. Her legs held him tight to her core and he rocked against her as if they were already joined.
All thought was focused on her. What she needed from him. What he needed. And he needed her bare skin against his. His hands decided all on their own not to let him down.
He slid one hand up her hip and beneath the hem of her shirt, pushing up the cotton to expose her belly. A little further and his hand closed around her breast, squeezing hard enough to coax another cock-hardening moan from her.
Saul bent and licked along her belly, then kissed down her stomach toward the waistband of her pants. He refocused on her breasts again, pushing the cotton shirt up to her shoulders so he could admire the lush roundness and rose-colored nipples. He leaned forward, tasting one and then the other.
“You are my everything.” He echoed. His words from before.
“Saul—” Her voice was breathy and screamedwantwith a whisper.
He sucked her nipples again. They were soft and more amazing than words could describe.
She bucked on the table, pushing harder against his cock straining behind the fabric of his pants.
“Mine.”
The whimpering sound from the back of her throat was all the encouragement he needed.
He plucked and twisted her nipples, nipped at them with his teeth, then slid his hand down beneath her ass, grabbing the waistband of her pants, and jerked them down with one rough yank.
The smell of her was like the sweetest honey. He brushed his lips over her trembling stomach, down over the dark curls hiding her wet flesh from his tongue.
Her arousal was so strong. His lion rumbled in his chest, purring, and pleased to finally have their mate exactly where they needed her.
Saul made love to her with his mouth like a man who’d fasted for years.
Lorelei gasped and grabbed at his hair, twisting and bucking and begging for more. “Please.”
Her cry was music to his ears and he only wanted to drive her further over the cliff. He wanted to see her eyes roll back into her head. He wanted to hear her heart pound so hard that it drowned out every other sound. He wanted to taste all of her pleasure until she could no longer move on her own.
