With a rumbling sound of disappointment, he flexed his hips. His erection rode over the silk, over her mons, leaving utter pleasure in its wake.
"Doesn't matter. I'm still going to make you come, female." He gave another thrust that rubbed right over her clitoris. As she cried out, he said, "And when you do, I want you to moan my name."
His deep-toned voice and commanding words were like a stroke over every part of her. The hot pressure of his shaft was heavy on her clitoris. She rocked against it for more heat, more friction.
More anything. Desperate, she undulated her hips-just as he drew his back. His penis slipped down to prod right at her entrance, stayed only by the silk.
His head snapped up, his gaze meeting her widened eyes.
"Wait!" She squirmed to the side, until the head of his penis wasn't tucked into her cleft. "T-too fast! You know I can't have sex!"
Forehead against hers, he rasped, "I want inside you, Bett. More than I've ever wanted anything in my entire existence." Gripping her waist, he dragged her right back under him. "But I know we must wait."
"I'm trusting you, and I don't give my trust easily."
"At the end of this tournament, I'll rip away your silk and bury my length so deep in you. For now, no sex. Just pleasure. It's my woman's turn. . . ."
He cupped her ass with splayed fingers, angling his hips, positioning the base of his erection directly against her clitoris. Then he tightened his arms around her, squeezing her until every inch of them seemed to be touching.
The weight of him atop her was rapturous, the heat of him seeping into her. His fingers bit into the curves of her ass, holding her still for him, holding his hardness exactly where she craved it. She couldn't rock against him, didn't need to.
She was pressed so tightly against him that she could feel his shaft throb, could feel his heart thundering against her tingly br**sts.
So tightly against him that when he moved, they moved as one.
He brought his lips down on hers once more. This time the kiss was more forceful, deeper, as if he wanted to mark her with his lips.
As she moaned into his mouth, their tongues danced and their breaths meshed. They were nearly molded together and she wanted his body closer still. Why wasn't he closer?
More moans, his hoarse groans. His penis felt like it had swelled even more. The friction grew, until she was so close. Her first orgasm with another . . .
He broke their kiss. "Gods, woman! I'm already at the edge. My fangs grow sharp."
"Um, okay." Surely he wasn't hinting that they should end this. So close.
In a ragged voice, he said, "You know what this might mean, Bett."
It means he's so aroused, he's losing control. Like her. "Just as long as we don't have sex."
"Ah, dragă . . ." He took her mouth with another hard press of his lips, more bold strokes of his tongue. She met him every one.
She was shivering, her body tensing, readying for her orgasm. On the brink of wet bliss-
Then came the tang of . . . blood.
Shocks jolted up and down Trehan's body from his head to his toes, before convening in his shaft.
He'd nicked her tongue. Zeii mea, her blood straight from the flesh. If her kiss had brought to mind mead, her blood was a glimpse of heaven.
An injection of perfect pleasure seared his veins.
Chapter 22
He shuddered, growling against her lips. The tip of his hungry tongue licked hers for more, hunting for that tiny nick.
Dimly, he remembered how taboo this was, even as he sought more. A perversion?
No, connection! Sharing her essence felt . . . pure. "Dulcea!" he groaned between kisses. "So sweet." How could this possibly be wrong? The sense of union was almost like intercourse.