Any other woman would have screamed. Morrigan laughed. Not at him or his reaction to her, but with undisguised pleasure.
Maybe she was a siren. He’d never seen one. They truly were elusive, living in the deepest parts of the oceans, their songs luring men to their doom.
Morrigan’s laugh ensnared him.
He kissed her, cutting off the sound of pleasure, stealing it for himself. Their teeth clinked as they struggled to get closer, both of them desperate. Their tongues advanced and retreated until they were both breathless.
Time was running out for them. The knowledge raced through his blood and churned in his gut. But she was with him now, and he would have her.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
…
The salty and hot taste of Maccus was still on her lips. His musky scent surrounded her. She loved touching his big body, stroking his shaft, feeling the pulse of his blood pumping through the veins that ran up and down his hard length.
Now he was kissing her like he’d never get enough of her. He’d moved so quickly, flipping her over with an easy show of strength before pouncing.
Covering her with his big body, he stole her breath with one kiss after another. She speared her fingers through his hair. It was hot as hell to taste his essence on her tongue while he kissed her.
He ripped his mouth from hers and stared, his chest heaving as he panted. She sucked in much-needed air.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He glared at her, his shoulders tensing, as though he expected an argument.
Not going to happen. She ached to have him inside her, his cock stretching her, filling her. Her core spasmed.
“Okay.” The word was barely out of her mouth when he buried his face against her neck. Shivers ran down her spine, and goose bumps rose on her arms when he grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin.
Working his way down, he ran his tongue along the delicate line of her collarbone. Her nipples, already hard points, ached to the paint of pain.
She cupped her breasts, trying to get relief.
“Mine.” It was a statement of possession, plain and simple. A thrill went through her. For a brief second, she wished he was staking a permanent claim for her and not just a temporary one for her body.
His eyes narrowed—his lips were set in a firm line. Her tattooed, dark lover was scary enough to frighten both Heaven and Hell.
Mine. If only temporarily.
Tears pricked her eyes, shocking her.
Ignoring the ache in her heart, the yearning for something she couldn’t have, she took what she could. “Yours.” For now.
He brushed her hands aside and rubbed his palms over her nipples. Her entire body undulated, following his movements.
“Harder.”
He grunted and tweaked the nubs with his thumbs and forefingers. By the time he finally lowered his head, she was ready to scream in frustration. Relief finally came when he took one nipple into his mouth. His hair feathered over her breast.
The man was thorough. He licked and nibbled and sucked, gauging her reactions, learning what drove her crazy.
Was it possible to die from arousal?
She grabbed one of his hands and dragged it down her body, shoving it between her legs. One thick finger pushed inside her, and stars exploded behind her eyes.
“Yes.” Screaming, hips pumping, she came—all the pent-up tension released in an explosion of pleasure.
“Kill me now,” she muttered as she dragged a pillow over her face. She’d gone off so fast it was embarrassing.
He yanked the pillow away and tossed it aside. “Don’t hide from me.” His glare was as fierce as his words.
Clamping his hands around her hips, he lifted her to his mouth and dragged the flat of his tongue over her clit.
“Oh, God.” Still riding the high from her orgasm, her eyes practically rolled back into her head.
Tremors shook her; the air was almost impossible to gasp. Every inch of her flesh was sensitive to the slightest change