Page 150 of The Satyr's Guilt
“Open wider, Lizette. Sit up on your knees abit.”
When she did, Jarek slipped a finger insideher channel, his thumb pressing on her clit. She ground into hishand. “That’s it,atashe delam. You are hot and wet. Areyour juices for me?”
Leaning onto her arms, her head angled, shegroaned. “Yes.”
“You deserve a reward.”
He slid a second finger into her channel,pumping in and out as she moaned.
“Faster.”
“Patience,atashe delam.”
She bucked, taking what he offered, beggingfor more. She was slick with desire.
“Don’t stop.” She rocked her hips faster,moaning, her lips parted. She was tight but wet, eager to come.Unable to resist the temptation, Jarek lifted his head to taste oneof her breasts, her nipple a sweet fruit begging to be plucked. Ashe nipped, she cried out his name, an orgasm rolling throughher.
When she settled, Jarek smiled. “Surely youare not through with me,atashe delam. Is this all youdesire? Finish what you started.”
She rose higher onto her knees, fisting himand positioning the blunt tip to her entrance. Inch by inch shelowered herself onto him. Jarek fought the urge to rush her,letting her take the lead as he had promised.
With a drawn-out sigh of pleasure, she tookhim. Jarek lifted his hips, seating himself deeper, holding onto asnarl and a strong desire to grab her thighs while he fucked herhard.Damn. “You must move, Lizette. You are driving meinsane.”
She bit her bottom lip, arching her back.Her hands rested on his chest, her breasts bobbling. “I’m enjoyingthe feel of you inside me.” She rose until only the tip of himremained in her body. Sitting down again, he disappeared insideher. Again. And again.
Jarek was mesmerized by the way she took hisflesh, squeezing him with each motion. “Faster.”
“Yes.”
As her breasts bounced in front of him, hepalmed them, enjoying soft, supple mounds.
“Jarek, I want more.”
“I am at your service.” He flipped her ontoher back, inside her again with one long thrust. He lifted her legsover his shoulders, changing the angle of his penetration, plungingdeeper. “Are you okay with me on top?”
“Yes. Very.” She moaned, clenching hisshoulders.
Scooping his hands under her ass for abetter grip, he plowed in and out, listening to her frantic criesof pleasure, taking her faster.
Damn.
He wasn’t going to last much longer.
She was ripe with need. She wanted to forgetthe berserker. She didn’t want gentle. She wanted a savage djinnwarrior. Here he was. He narrowed his eyes, his jaw clamped tight,his war braids brushing her breasts.
“You wanted my cock. All of it. Are youfull?” He rocked his hips back and forth.
She nodded, her eyes hooded by her lids.
He withdrew to slam back inside. She was sodamn tight, her greedy muscles flexing around him, trying to takehis semen. This was pure animal need. Nothing more.
He pumped harder, rocking his hips until hisballs tapped against her. A hand molded to her breast where hecupped a plump mound, caressing and pinching her nipple. Crushinghis lips to hers, he took a savage, brief kiss.
She urged him on, clawing his back, drawingblood.
Jarek’s hips pistoned in and out, faster,deeper. “Who am I? Who’s fucking you?”
“Jarek.” She met him thrust for thrust,lifting off the mattress.
