Then he tipped it toward his, slanting his own and again, I thought he was going to kiss me.
I had his c**k inside me and I liked it, no, I f**king loved it. I’d give myself that and in doing so, I’d give it up to him.
But he couldn’t have all of me.
I moved my head at the last second, sliding my lips down his jaw to his neck, I buried my face there, shoved my hand under his arm and wrapped my arm around his back.
And I drove down on him faster, grinding harder, taking him deep as I circled my cl*t with my finger and whimpered into his skin.
His hands glided down, arms curving around me, fingers drifting as mine dug into the muscles of his back and I went faster.
“Kah bahsah lapay rah. Zah xaxsah lapay hahnee rah. Sahna,”** Lahn whispered in my ear, the rumble of the words gliding along my skin, over my br**sts, down between my legs, it happened, my back arched, my hair flew out and I came.
I was nowhere near done when Lahn flipped me, yanked my knees high and pounded hard and deep. His hand cupped around my jaw, thumb one side, fingers against my cheek and he held my face steady as his bent into mine.
I was staring into his heated gaze, my eyelids lowered, my orgasm taking its sweet, sweet time to drift away, my thighs pressed deep into his sides, my hands low, fingers curled into the clenching muscles of his ass as he drove hard and deep while our breath mingled.
“Fuck me, baby,” I breathed and he pounded harder.
“Yes, kah Lahnahsahna,” he whispered.
“God,” I whispered back, my nails digging into his skin, my thighs pressing tighter, “I love the feel of you.”
He closed his eyes, his fingers tensing on my face and his head snapped back, the muscles in his neck straining, veins popping out as he planted himself deep and tight and grunted his cl**ax so loud the sound filled the tent.
It had to be said, I liked that too.
When he was done, his head dropped, his hand at my jaw tilting mine to the side and I felt his heavy breaths against my neck. My arms moved to circle him and his head came up, he tilted my face back toward him, his eyes caught mine, his breath still labored and he moved again to kiss me.
I jerked against his hold and it instantly got tight but his mouth stopped moving toward mine.
Our eyes clashed and I knew he knew I was withholding from him and my breath caught because I knew a Korwahk warrior would not like that, not at all.
Then he growled, “You’re my gold, nahna xaxsah is my hahnee rah. Kay jahnan nahna lisa, na uvan tee luh kay. Ana kay jahnan nahna pahnsahna, Circe. Kay nayeesan tee. Fahzah.”***
Okay, it couldn’t be said that I understood everything Lahn said but I understood enough that I knew I’d managed to lay down a challenge, he was a warrior who had been trained since he was a little boy to face any challenge and best it and he’d just vowed to me that he would win.
Shit, I had a feeling I was screwed.
But, being me, I didn’t give up.
“You got lucky tonight, big guy,” I whispered, “but so did I. Now, I’m really tired so will you get off me so I can trahyay?”
He scowled down at me a second, his hand still holding my face. Then his eyes moved, drifting, they caught on the bruise still marking my cheekbone. Then I watched the glower fade slowly as his eyes went soft. Then his hand tipped my chin down and held me still while his lips slid across my bruise.
I closed my eyes.
Shit, I really freaking hated it when he was sweet.
I felt his forehead on mine and my eyes opened.
“Yes, my Circe, you sleep,” he said softly then he moved his head, let my jaw go, rubbed his nose along the side where his thumb had held me, he gently pulled out and slid his body down and partially to my side, tucking me underneath him, tangling his legs in mine.
I sighed and was so exhausted and sated I couldn’t help but let his warmth relax me.
My eyes drifted closed.
They drifted right back open when his arm tightened in an affectionate squeeze and he whispered in my ear, “Anka, ta linay tera leenyahso na lapay, claws against steel.”****