Then he kissed me, and any sense of resistance fled. I gave in to desire and just enjoyed. Somewhere in all our kisses, my bra came off, as did my panties. Then his mouth left mine, and he kissed his way down my chin, then my neck. When he licked along my collarbone, I flung back my head and moaned softly. He chuckled, and continued his downward journey, catching one nipple lightly between his teeth. A shiver that was part fear, part delight, ran through me. He teased me with his teeth, stopping just on the cusp of hurting, then swirled his tongue around my nipple, taking away the sting before he moved across to the other side. Then his lips left my breasts and moved down my trembling belly. He dropped kisses on either thigh, then gently parted my legs and kissed me, his breath washing coolness against my heated flesh. Then his tongue swirled around my clit, alternating fast flicks with long, slow strokes and driving me insane in the process. I shuddered, shook, and moaned, as the low-down tightness spread rapidly through the rest of me, until it felt like I was on the edge of a precipice, unable to think, unable to breathe, and more than ready to fall over.
Then he was in me, driving hard, thrusting deep. I climbed up onto him, wrapped my legs around his waist, and forced him even deeper, my movements as frantic as his. There was little sound except the slap of flesh against flesh, and the heat of lust and sex was so fierce that the air shimmered with it. I came, screaming in pleasure, my body convulsing around his. Heard his answering growl, felt him come deep inside me, his body suddenly rigid against mine.
When I could finally breathe again, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, long and slow. "Well," I said, with a somewhat cheeky grin, "that filled five minutes. What next?"
"Next," he said, cupping his hands under my butt, "we take this to a more comfortable situation."
"And the kitchen bench wasn't?" I murmured, wiggling a little against him. Despite having come only heartbeats ago, he was more than half ready to go again. The stamina of an Aedh left a werewolf for dead.
"It was suitable enough for a quick encounter, but I'm planning our next campaign to be a long one, and that always requires comfort."
He shouldered open a door to reveal another large room. A king-sized bed dominated the middle of it, but in the far corner sat the working skeletons of a bathroom—including the biggest damn bathtub I'd ever seen. You could practically swim in it.
"And what about the roast?"
"I ravish, we eat, then I ravish some more, until you can no longer take it and beg for me to stop."
Which was almost word for word what I'd heard earlier. Trepidation shivered through me, but it was quickly lost to the assault of desire as he put his plan into action.
He was a man of his word.
And in the end, I did indeed beg him to stop.
* * *
The scent of coffee stirred me from sleep. I flared my nostrils and drew in the delicious scent—one that ran through the heavy aroma of sex that still clung to the air. Hunger stirred, but it was a sluggish sensation. Which aptly described the rest of me. Deliciously so.
Footsteps approached, but I didn't bother moving or opening my eyes. "What time is it?" My words were muffled by the pillow I was facedown in.