Warlord's Mercy - Cynthia Sax Page 0,28

capturing her right nipple, marking the delicate skin, circling it with his teeth. The agony was sharp and arousing, and she cried out, pushing her breast into his hot mouth.

“Tell me you respect me.” He gazed down at his brand, his eyes gleaming with possession.

“More.” She writhed under him, yearning for additional pain. “Give me more.”

“I decide if I’ll give you more.” He slapped the breast he’d claimed.

She sucked in her breath. Wetness coated the inside of her thighs, and she parted them, giving him access to all of her.

His gaze dropped to her mons. “Your pussy lips are glistening.” Wonder softened his voice. “You like this.”

“I love this.” She panted, uncaring if he judged her severely for her desires, if he regarded her as a freak for needing hurt with her fucks.

A rumble rolled up his chest, growing louder and louder until it burst out of his lips. The sound spurred him into action. He pounced on her, slamming her back into the sleeping support, and pierced the skin around her left nipple with his teeth.

She shrieked and clutched her hands together, linking her fingers. It was a struggle not to touch him, not to burrow her fingertips in his long hair and hold him to her breast.

But she was strong, was well able to take anything he gave her, and she would prove that to her Warlord. She wouldn’t move her wrists from where he’d placed them.

He licked the marks he’d left on her, laving the indents with the flat of his tongue. She squirmed under him. The pleasure was divine. He cupped her mons, his grasp on her firm.

“This part of you is mine also.” His voice was an endless abyss, drawing her into his darkness.

She would willingly follow him anywhere. “Yes. My pussy is yours. Claim it.”

“I have claimed it.” He slapped her pussy lips and she jerked, shocked, aroused. “Spread your legs wider. I want to see the tight little hole I now own.”

She complied, tilting her hips.

He lowered his head and gazed at her pussy. Her cheeks heated, but she remained still, allowing him to examine her as thoroughly as he wished.

“You’re dripping for your Warlord, gerel.” He met her gaze, his countenance excitingly stark. “If I take you now, I won’t be gentle. I’ll rut into you so hard, you’ll feel me for planet rotations. And there will be no stopping me. Once I’m inside you, I won’t hold anything back.”

Her pussy clenched around nothing, her need spiraling upward with every vow he made.

He gripped the base of his shaft, drawing her attention to that part of him. “This is your last chance to show me respect, to spare yourself that pain.”

Her Warlord waited, looking at her as though he expected her to retreat from the pounding he’d promised, as though he expected her to beg for his mercy. His hands moved up and down, up and down his cock, his hold on himself fierce.

Stars. She ached for him, had never wanted anything more than this fuck.

“I can take the pain, Warlord.” She smiled up at him. “Ruin me for all other males.”

His eyes flashed. “There will be no other males.” He yelled that statement.

She suspected it was the truth. No other male would fuck her like he did, would embrace her need to be hurt, to be dominated, possessed.

Tolui moved over her. His tip bumped against her pussy lips. He aligned himself with her entrance, clasped her shoulders, that action relaying how hard he planned to take her.

“You belong to me now.” He thrust, filling her almost to bursting with rigid cock, his base spanking her feminine folds.

The impact shook her. Her teeth clattered. Her breasts jiggled against his chest. Warmth surged through her form, along her legs, her arms. The sense of connection between them strengthened.

She was his, all his. Her chin lifted. Her gaze remained fused with his.

He drew back and thrust, drew back and thrust, his pace stealing her breath, thrilling her to her fingers, her toes. Every drive forward was accompanied by a grunt. Skin slapped against skin.

“Harder.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to give her everything he had. “Take me harder.”

He jutted his jaw and his tempo increased. Her Warlord fucked her with a heart-pounding primitiveness. Her ass hit the surface of the sleeping support, again and again, adding more hurt, more heat. Sweat beaded on her form, dripped between her breasts.

She panted, the tremors coursing over her intensifying. He was using