heat in his eyes as he surveyed her naked body had her nipples tingling and a delicious pulse starting between her legs.
“I don’t like anything concealing your beauty from my eyes.”
She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as it always did when he called her beautiful, but she had learned that objecting to his compliments usually resulted in one of his tantalizing spanks. And as much as she enjoyed them, she wanted to see what he had in mind this time.
“If I were trying to get you with child, the first thing I would do is make sure you were completely open to me,” he said thoughtfully, then lifted her legs, gently spreading them until she knew every inch of her quivering pussy was exposed to him.
She felt naked, vulnerable, and so excited that she actually felt her channel pulse. He must have seen it as well because he traced the small entrance with one big finger. “Such an eager little cunt. So anxious to be filled. Is this what you want?”
He slid the tip of his finger into her, just enough to tease. She tried to arch her hips and take more but he wouldn’t let her.
“Or perhaps this?” He bent his head and speared her with his tongue, a hot, thick intrusion that made her cry out with pleasure. “Mmm, delicious.”
He pulled free, licking up through her folds to circle her aching clit, teasing her with lightning fast sweeps of his tongue until she was panting and trying to buck against his grip.
“But I don’t think you would really want my finger or my tongue,” he growled. “You would want to be bred. You would want my cock buried in that sweet little cunt.”
He grabbed her ankles with one hand, effortlessly lifting her bottom higher until his cock was aimed directly at her waiting entrance. With her legs together, she was even tighter than normal and he had to work his way slowly inside, letting her feel each ridge as he sank into her. She wanted to move, to take more of him, but he took his time, stretching out the pleasure until he filled her completely.
“Is this what you want?”
“Oh, yes. Yes!”
Still holding her ankles in one hand, he reached down and circled the place where they were joined, then reached up to feather a stroke across her needy, pulsing clit. “When you come, you will pull more of my seed inside you.”
His hips jerked, and he began to move, still slow, still deliberate. She looked up to find him watching her. She could see the strain on his face, see the control it took to move so slowly.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want your seed deep inside me.”
His control snapped, and he began to thrust harder, faster, still working her clit and urging her higher. She felt him climax, felt him filling her, and then she was coming too, her channel milking him and drawing every drop of seed from him. He collapsed with a hoarse cry, finally releasing her ankles, and she immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him even closer.
When he finally lifted his head, his face was soft, his dark golden eyes tender. “What did you think of our practice?”
“It was very nice.”
He raised a brow. “Nice?”
“Well, you know what they say,” she whispered. “Practice makes perfect.”
“Then let us practice again.”
And she sighed happily as his head descended.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Varga asked again, and Joan rolled her eyes.
“I already told you I didn’t. I’m beginning to think you’re looking for an excuse not to go.”
He shrugged. “I must admit that the idea of spending several hours in a frozen wilderness does not particularly appeal to me.”
She laughed up at him. “Too bad. You told Baralt that you would go.”
“I suspect it was the Aldarian whiskey talking.”
“Izzie said that the two of you can do some damage to a bottle. Maybe this will teach you. And anyway, he said it was a great honor.”
He muttered under his breath but went off to put on his outdoor clothing and she gave a relieved sigh. Today was a feast day and she had offered to cook the evening meal. Although no one had said as much, she took it as a trial of her cooking abilities, and she was determined to do her best. It would be easier to concentrate with Varga out of the way. The hunting party was also bringing back the main course, and the sooner