nuzzled against them, rubbing his scarred cheeks over her curves. “This pussy.” He cupped her mons, smacking the heel of his right hand against her. “This body belongs to me.” He tapped one of his fingertips against her clit. Her breath hitched as pleasure rippled from that point. “No one else will use it.”
“I don’t want anyone else.” Her head thrashed. “I only want you, my Warlord, your hands, your tongue, your cock.” She lifted her hips. Her pussy was frustratingly empty.
“You will always only want me.” He pushed her down. His right index finger slid into her pussy hole and her eyes rolled back in her head, the bliss intense. “Others might look like me, but they will never be me.”
Was that his concern—she might desire his clone brothers? “They will never be you.” She was certain about that. There was no other being like him. “I love—”
He kissed her so hard his teeth pierced her lips. The metallic taste of blood seeped into her mouth as her confession was smothered by her male.
Part of her was hurt by his response. He clearly didn’t want to hear her words of love.
Part of her was relieved. She hadn’t meant to verbalize her feelings. Not now.
She would tell him he had her heart when he returned to her. Until then, she would keep that information to herself. He had a war to win, enemies to defeat. That was what he had to concentrate on, not her unreciprocated emotions.
Tolui withdrew his finger, leaving her empty, and he moved over her. His rigid cock rubbed against her pussy lips. His chest flattened her breasts, teased her aching nipples.
He was the epitome of male power. There wasn’t a pinch of yield in his fit physique. His golden skin was crisscrossed with silver scars. His long black hair flowed over his shoulders, down his back. His countenance was stark and severe.
Nothing in the universe was as compelling as her Warlord. He was as unstoppable, as breathtakingly brutal, as a sandstorm.
Lea rocked against him, embracing his energy, his dominance, placing her fate, her fulfillment, in his rough palms. He covered her hands with his, pulling her body tighter under his.
Fuck. She clenched her jaw. The strain threatened to break her. She wanted. She needed.
He mouthed over her neck, grazing her delicate skin with his teeth, and she panted. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Still, he refused to take her. He rode her without entry, the rim of his cock grazing her clit with each surge forward. Passion coiled around her. She fought for breath.
“Tolui.” A plea edged her voice. She didn’t want to come alone, not during this final fuck.
“I know what you want, gerel.” He pulled back. His tip bumped against her entrance as he aligned himself. His gaze met hers. The possession in his eyes excited her. “You’re mine.”
He thrust hard, filling her with unrelenting cock. His base slapped against her pussy lips. The force of his sensuous assault caused her teeth to click together.
She called his name, rising upward, throwing herself into the ferocity of his claiming, not caring for her own well-being, her own safety. All she knew was she had to become one with him. She was his in every way. There was no going back.
Her Warlord retreated. She tried to chase his cock, moving toward him as he moved away from her. He rumbled his disapproval and she relented, capitulating without a fight. Her ass fell to the surface of the sleeping support, landing with a thump on that soft surface.
He withdrew to his tip, met her gaze once more. “Mine.” He drove into her, shaking her smaller form. She gasped, surrendering to him completely. He withdrew, declared his ownership of her, drove back into her yielding pussy.
The pace he set stole her breath and escalated her passions. He used her the way she wanted, needed, to be used, taking everything she offered him and more. Heat radiated from her mons, her chest. Sweat beaded on her skin.
He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled, elongating that flesh, increasing the tension within her. She bounced her heels against his ass, urging her to fuck her harder, faster. He responded, giving her what she wanted. They crashed together, two beings fighting for fulfillment.
As he pounded into her, he repeated “Mine. Mine. Mine.” His voice was deep. His actions were urgent. His dominion over her was primitive.
That appealed to her equally savage soul. She fucked him with a desperation