Page 80 of All's Fair in Lion and War
Saul lifted himself off her body and stood next to the couch. Caught her hand in his and pulled.
She used the momentum to pop up off the couch and stand next to him. Her hands were immediately on his shoulders. Her mouth on his neck. She wrapped a leg around his hip.
Saul needed her naked.
Right. Now.
His fingers sought out the hem of her sweat shirt. Pulled it over her head. Her beautiful perfect breasts swayed and danced. He cupped one and rubbed a perked up nipple, thoroughly enjoying the way she shivered and moaned.
“Beautiful.”
“Please.” The word came from her again, making his cock jump and his chest squeeze tight.
He palmed her ass and lifted her from the ground, making record time between the living room and his bed, spreading her out before him like a glorious buffet.
She was beautiful. Exquisite. A gift from Fate he would treasure forever.
She gazed up at him with desire in her eyes. Gold sparkled in her eyes and a slight purr rumbled from her chest. Her skin glowed with thesoul call—a glow that would disappear after they mated.
She wanted this.
After everything that had happened. After all her memories had finally come crashing down around her.
She still wanted him.
Her full breasts promised bliss. Her nipples were dark hardened peaks, begging for his mouth.
“Are you just going to stare?” She gave him a teasing grin and then made acome hithermotion with her hand.
“Always.” He flashed her a quick smile he hoped conveyed his hunger and desire and delight.
He stripped from his clothes, baring everything to her equally hungry gaze. And she even licked her lips after he released his cock from his pants.
Saul knelt on the bed between her thighs and stroked the soft flesh, never taking his eyes off hers. He slid his finger up along her damp, slick seam.
Perfection.
She whole-body-shivered and gave him a low growl. “Saul. I need you.”
He bent and flicked at one of her nipples with his tongue, his sandpaper-y-tipped-tongue. Being able to control partial shifts were handy for more than fighting. “I need you so much it hurts, Lorelei, but I intend to move as slowly as I please.”
She moaned an unintelligible protest.
He licked her other nipple and teased her clit with his finger. The result was a gasp and a frenzied nod of agreement. He slipped his finger inside her and then spread more of her arousal over her clit.
“Yes, let me hear you,shuarra.” He spoke between flicks of his tongue on her nipples and waited for her mood to shift at his slip of the tongue. He had worked hard not to call her hismatesince he’d met her. It’d hurt because of the loss she’d only discovered recently.
But she didn’t disconnect. She didn’t pull away.
He breathed an internal sigh of relief.
He took his time, playing with her body with his fingers, switching between flicking her nipples and playing with her clit, while still managing to take a kiss from her mouth as well.
After only a few minutes, she was whimpering and flexing her hips.
“Saul. Be with me. Please. I need you inside me.”
He leveled himself over the length of her body, resting his hips against hers. Her gaze met his, desire and bliss swirling together in a heady combination.
