fingers through his hair.
Oh, hell no. It wasn’t nearly enough, Baine decided.
If she could still form coherent words, she wasn’t as lost in her passions as she needed to be.
“Come for me,” he commanded, flicking the tip of his tongue at her precise point of pleasure.
She gave a strangled groan, her fingers tugging on his hair hard enough to cause pain. Not that Baine noticed. He was lost in the delight of watching as her pale face flushed and her eyes darkened until they looked like shimmering emeralds in the sunlight.
Her breath came in small pants, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she finally gave in to the beckoning climax with a sharp cry of bliss. Her entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm.
Still he continued to stroke her pussy, easing her through her release and immediately reigniting her desire.
“Baine,” she groaned, her soft plea luring him back up her body, his lips pausing every inch to plant a teasing kiss against her damp skin.
His fingers cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling the tight peaks of her nipples while his mouth trailed kisses up the curve of her neck.
“Touch me,” he demanded, roughly.
With a tiny groan of relief, she instantly complied, almost as if she’d been eager to explore his rigid muscles. Baine muttered a curse, gripping her hips to press her firmly against his aching cock.
He’d intended to savor her for hours. Perhaps days. But the sexy little imp wasn’t content with smoothing her hands over his chest. No. She caressed the line of his shoulders and the bulge of his upper arms before slowly following the curve of his spine.
His breath hissed between his teeth as she briefly cupped his ass and then slid her fingers around his hips so she could wrap them around the length of his erection.
At the same time, she lifted her head off the mattress, using the tip of her tongue to trace the tattoos that moved over his skin.
Damn. Bolts of bliss crackled through him, his cock pulsing with an urgent demand for release. There was no way in hell he was going to last another few minutes, let alone the entire day.
Evidently he was going to have to take the edge off his hunger before he considered such an ambitious plan.
Reaching down, he closed his fingers over hers, helping her guide his erection to the entrance to her body. Then, as the broad head rested against her opening, he kept ahold of her fingers, moving them to rub against her clit. Tayla gave a soft moan, her head falling back to the mattress as he stirred the embers of her arousal.
It wasn’t until she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, widening herself for his penetration, that he at last surged forward, stretching and filling her until he was fully encased in her tight channel.
Gazing down at the woman beneath him, a strange sensation spread through his chest at the sight of the vulnerability that shimmered in her wide eyes. Could she look any more innocent? Like an angel he’d stolen from the heavens. It stirred a protective instinct that sent a chill of alarm down his spine.
No. He violently slammed the door on anything that could distract him from this moment.
Lowering his head he kissed her with a fierce demand, pulling his hips back before surging into her welcoming heat. She groaned in soft encouragement, her hips lifting to meet his powerful thrusts.
Baine slid his tongue between her lips, his dragon rumbling with pleasure as it released a burst of dragon-fire. Unaware they were wrapped in his flames, Tayla returned his kiss with a growing desperation that couldn’t be faked.
In this moment she wasn’t thinking about her father, or duty, or the payment of a debt—
His thoughts shattered at the raw pleasure that tightened his balls.
He was close. So blissfully close.
Pressing Tayla’s fingers tight against her clit, he heard her release a strangled moan, her body clenching around his cock. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust his hips forward one last time, hissing as his powerful climax exploded through him.
Incandescent flames danced over the bed, twining around their tightly locked bodies as if binding them together.
Damn. What had the female done to him?
CHAPTER NINE
Levet wasn’t certain how much the male imp was paying for his lodgings at the pub, but whatever it was, it was too much.
Wrinkling his snout at the stench of stale ale and piss that filled the lower cells, he kept