Page 84 of The Satyr's Guilt
Flinging herself beside him, she ripped offthe bow and paper, nothing timid about her. Once she opened thebox, she gasped. “A Glock G-19.” Palming his gift, she pulled backthe slide to check the empty chamber. “Why…” She laughed. “I toldyou I’d rather have a gun than flowers as an apology.”
He nodded. “Silly, huh?” It was a joke atfirst. Somehow, the gift seemed more serious now. “There’smore.”
She rifled through the paper under theweapon. Her mouth fell open when she spied a belt holster. A designwas tooled in the leather. A colorful Phoenix, its wings spread,words beneath it. Denim traced the lettering.Natis in Igne.Probata est in Sanquinem. “What’s it mean?”
“Born in Fire. Tested in Blood. You’re aFirebrand warrior. I wanted to give you something to show how I seeyou.”
Her eyes went all mushy on him. “It’sperfect. Come here,cher.” She pressed her lips to Ram’s.“Hmm.” Her fingers tangled in his loose hair, tugging his headdown. She planted kisses along his jaw before she round-tripped tohis mouth.
He licked the seam between her soft lips.When she opened, he explored inside before sucking on her tongue,slow, deep draws. Ram disengaged. “Where’s your bedroom? I don’twant our first time to be on a couch.”
“That way.” She jerked her thumb fordirections.
Ram scooped her into his arms, carrying herthrough the hall to the door, tossing her onto the bed. He toed offhis boots and slipped out of his shirt.
Denim sat up, warm chestnut eyes staring athim.
“Gahya. You’re making me harder. Clothes.Off now.”
She grabbed the hem of her tee, sliding itover her head, baring her breasts.Holy shit.He wanted toget his mouth on her rosy nipples.
Unzipping his pants, Ram shucked them off.To help Denim, he yanked on the toes of each of her socks andtugged her sweats down her legs along with her panties. All thetime, she kept a lustful eye on his throbbing cock.
Beautiful.
Instead of crawling onto the bed, Ramfroze.
Denim scooted up to lean against theheadboard. “What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing. I’ve wanted youhorizontal. Now that I have you here, I need a sec to enjoy thesight. Gahya. You’re beautiful.”
She swept her hair over the scar ending onher cheek. “I’m not.”
“Denim Quinn, I see a strong, femininebeauty.”
He prowled to the foot of the bed, his heavylength bobbing with each step. Crawling onto the mattress, hesettled his hips between her thighs. Holding himself on stiffenedarms, he kissed one eyelid before he moved to the other. Brushingher silky hair off her face, he slid his lips to the scar she triedto hide.
When she tensed, he kept kissing it untilshe relaxed. With a satisfied grin, he nibbled his way down herneck, capturing a nipple. He licked around the nub until it was ahard pebble. He traveled to the other breast to lavish it withattention.
When Denim moaned and arched into his mouth,he took more of her, nuzzling into her plump mounds.
While he enjoyed himself, Denim fisted hishair, pulling him tight. Her hips bounced off the bed, begging himfor more.
Skin to skin, he closed his eyes. He sighed.Ram felt like a randy teen, ready to come before he was inside.“I’m not gonna last, doll.”
“Foreplay’s overrated, satyr.”
“Holy Gahya. Wait. I have a shitload ofcondoms in my pants pocket.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Satyr sperm is too potent.” He jumped fromthe bed, rifling through his pockets until he found what he waslooking for. He plopped the packets on the cabinet. Smooth.
He locked onto her lips again in a wildkiss, fucking her mouth with his tongue until he needed the realdeal. He sat on his haunches to slip on the glove.
“Here, let me help.” She took the packetfrom his hand, opening it, unrolling the condom a bit. Pinching thetip of it, she put it to the crown of his dick. He closed his lids,breathing deep as she unrolled it along his length. Wearing a glovehad never turned him on this much.
Resettling between her thighs, he draggedhis cock back and forth through her moist heat until he thoughthe’d die from the anticipation. She was ready for him. Soluscious.
