He looked up into my eyes and I saw his were burning but there was a light in them, it was bright and if I read it right, it was permeated with both humor and triumph.
“She bares her claws,” he muttered and I knew he liked it.
Yep, humor and triumph.
“Argh!” I cried on another heave to get away but there was no getting away.
Nope. None.
And my battle was about to get a lot more difficult. I knew this when his hand still between my legs moved to wrap around his c**k and his arm around me moved me so he could slide the tip of it in the wetness between my legs.
I bit my lip. That felt nice and I knew it felt a whole lot nicer when his shaft was embedded deep inside.
And I wanted it.
“Kah Lahn.” His words were an order for me to repeat it, his voice was growing even deeper, getting rough.
He wanted inside.
Oh God, I liked that too.
“No,” I denied and the tip of his c**k slid over my clit.
My h*ps jerked again.
Lahn smiled.
God! He was so annoying!
“Kah Lahn, Circe,” he ordered again and when I made no response his hard c**k slid over my cl*t again. “Kah Lahn,” he repeated, his voice now rough.
“No,” I whispered.
“Kah Lahn,” he growled.
“No!”
He pushed me slightly down and started rubbing the tip of his c**k hard against my cl*t in a way that felt so good, my bones dissolved and my hands moved to either side of his neck to hold on so I didn’t melt into a puddle.
My lips parted, my head went slightly back and my eyes went half-mast.
His arm didn’t need to hold me to him, not anymore. I was holding on, moving my h*ps to rub myself against his shaft so his hand slid up into my hair, tilting my head to face him and my eyes focused dazedly on his.
“Lahnahsahna, kah Lahn,” he ordered, his voice now hoarse.
Oh well, f**k it. They were just words. Right?
“Kah Lahn,” I whispered, his hand instantly shifted his c**k so the tip was inside me then moved away, his arm curved around my h*ps and he drove me down, filling me.
My head flew back and I ground down with my h*ps to take him deeper.
“Yes,” I breathed, my fingers digging into the muscles of his neck.
His arm around my h*ps tensed, drawing me up then pushing me down and I started moving, slow, my head tipping forward again so I could look in his eyes.
Triumph, desire, satisfaction – God it was hot.
His hand moved from my head, down my shoulder, my arm, to wrap around my wrist then he shoved our hands between us, pressing my finger into my cl*t and rolling. My h*ps jerked and I whimpered but I took his hint, took over, gliding up and down, slow, sweet, as my finger rolled. Both his hands slid up my body to rest, palms at my jaws, fingers in my hair cupping the sides of my head.