Page 61 of Lhora
“Gur Fallmin, her commander of all her troops.”
Duren snorted. “I would have never guessed.”
“We are very careful not to present ourselves for fear our enemies will try to use that knowledge against us.”
“Your parents must have been beside themselves when you disappeared.”
“The same way your father will be when he discovers you’ve been taken captive here.”’
Leaning his face close to hers, he murmured, “If this is what it means to be a captive, I never want to be a free man again.”
His lips sought hers, and she didn’t resist, giving back as much passion as she received. She wasn’t aware of his towel falling away until his hands pushed aside her robe, and his hard, warm body pressed along hers. His mouth was demanding, stealing her breath and what little thought she had left.
He lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. Bending over, he placed her on top of the covers and finally broke the kiss before climbing in beside her.
He started to roll on top of her, but she pressed him back onto the bedding, swinging a leg over his hip. “I want to go first this time,” she whispered. Grinning, he spread his arms outward.
She explored his chest with her mouth, teasing and tasting his flesh and the fine hairs covering his pecs with her tongue. Licking the skin until it puckered. She ran her fingertips across his ribs and lower belly, and delighted at the way it made him shiver. His erection went fully turgid against her thigh, and she playfully nudged it with her knee.
“I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” he softly asked.
She looked up at him and teethed his belly. “You can hide it, but I’ll know you’re hiding something from me.”
“How will I know you’re not keeping something from me?”
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
He reared up on both elbows. “That’s not fair.”
Lhora laughed. “Talk to my mother. She may not have the gift, but she’s learned how to read my father. Maybe she’ll tell you how she does it.”
“Lhora, about your parents…”
She shushed him the best way she knew how, closing her mouth over his stiffened length. He threw back his head and groaned as she sucked on it with increasing enthusiasm. Taking it in her hands, she stroked it as she plunged it past her teeth and tongue.
Then, to incense him further, she released him from her mouth and started on the sensitive inner flesh of his thighs. Going from one to the other to lick and nibble as she waited for him to beg her to stop. One hand continued to manipulate him as the other lightly scored his skin.
He suddenly lifted his knees, and a hand came down over the back of her head as his fingers grasped her hair. He gave it a little tug. “Mercy, Lhora.”
The instant she released him, he flipped her onto her back. His knees parted hers, and he wriggled his thickness into position. Moments ticked by as he stared down at her. The lights from the lanterns flickered in his eyes, until she could almost see her own reflection in them.
“Tell me you haven’t woven a spell over me,” he begged in a guttural voice. “Convince me this isn’t a temporary madness.”
She reached for him, lifted her knees and spread her legs to give him easier access, and he plowed into her. Working his way in, out, and back in a little at a time, until he was buried all the way to his root. Moaning, Lhora wrapped her arms around his neck as he began working her, claiming her, and driving them both to the edge of insanity.
When he began to slow, she lightly slapped his shoulder. “No! Don’t stop!”
She was answered with a chuckle that vibrated to the center of her core. “I’m not stopping. I’m preparing to board you and overtake you.”
What happened next drove all thought out of her mind. She reeled under the onslaught, crying out as her release breached her defenses like a giant, rogue wave, sweeping her under and drowning her with its power. And still he continued to dominate her, plunging into her with hard, long strokes that kept her riding on the cusp of her orgasm, until Duren shuddered from his own release.
Gradually, his body came to a halt. They were both gasping for breath. Beads of sweat coated their skin. Rolling onto his side, he pulled her with him, keeping his softening erection within her. Lhora threw a leg over his hip and wriggled closer to keep their joining intact.
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
Lifting her face, she met his lips with hers for one sweet but brief kiss.
“We can make this work,” he told her as sleep claimed him.
