Master of Desire (Merlin's Legacy #6) - Angela Knight Page 0,63

her legs and dropped onto it, sprawling brown and breathtaking against the pale fabric of the comforter, her dark eyes glowing up at him, her smile very white and hungry. Pure sex, the smell of that delicious pussy seeming to reach right into him

He straightened and went for his zipper, watching her watch him with those hot eyes as he stripped. His cock ached savagely as he paused to fumble off his socks and shoes before he finally kicked out of the pants. She sat up and reached for his cock, wrapping those long fingers around his aching shaft. He froze, watching her, breath held as she leaned forward and licked away the bead of pre-come. For a moment, he was afraid he’d come on the spot. “Yeah, not a good idea,” he managed.

Helena tilted him a teasing smile. “Feels like a very good idea to me.” Then she sucked him in again, and the feeling of that wet mouth threatened to completely overcome whatever rags of self-control he had left.

“Me too,” he managed, dragging himself out of her grip. “But I want to give you a lot more…” He came down on top of her, filling his hands with warm soft breasts as the smell of wet pussy flooded his brain with head-spinning intoxication. They kissed, hungry, desperate, pulled free, kissed again, murmuring things in between that made no sense, just words of need and frantic relief.

I came so fucking close to killing her. How the hell will I ever learn to live with that? But he didn’t want to think about that, not now, with her body so very naked and ready, and his cock aching so hard he felt his heartbeat in his balls.

Her nipples jutted, hard, tempting little points several shades darker than her skin. Conal engulfed one in his mouth with a groan of aching desire. God, he never tasted anything as sweet as Helena Baker. He found her pussy with one hand, discovered tight slick flesh, so ready, so impossibly arousing he shook with the intensity of his need. And knew he’d never get enough of her.

So close. He’d come so close…

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Conal’s wet mouth around her left nipple made Helena throw back her head and pant in delight. He pulled strongly, long, delicious tugs, one hand busy between her thighs, the other twisting her right nipple, sending sweet corkscrews of sensation darting into her pussy. She felt so damn slick, even she was surprised. The Burning Moon raged in her blood, hotter and more desperate than she’d ever felt it. Watching Conal stripping off his pants had lit it like a fuse, and now it felt as if her blood had turned to gasoline, blazing under the skin until her whole body burned molten.

“God, Helena,” he groaned, a rumble of stark lust. He suckled her in long, demanding pulls that stabbed pleasure through her writhing body, and she gasped, ragged and desperate.

A growl tore free from her lips, sounding far more animal than human. It probably would have embarrassed her, but she didn’t have the brainpower for anything but the need to fuck him. His skillful fingers danced over her clit, and she could feel the orgasm gathering, pumping, on the verge of popping like a champagne cork. She pulled free, wrapping a hand around his cock, meaning to mount him.

Violet eyes met hers. “No.”

“Conal…”

“I said no.” His eyes glittered as he reached up a hand. A length of white lace unwrapped from one of the bed tines, slid free, and poured into his palm. “If you can’t behave,” Conal purred, his eyes burning, “I’ll just have to make you.” The wicked grin he flashed froze her like a deer in headlights. He pounced, wrapping the length of lace around her wrists, tying them together. The other end was still secured, so it left her with her wrists bound to the tine.

Conal rolled off the bed, gorgeously naked, his shoulders wide, his waist narrow, leading the eye to that thick cock as he strolled to the other side of the bed. He gazed up at the canopy, considering. Another length of lace unwound, and he caught it. She shuddered as he bound first one ankle, then the other. Wide apart. “You do realize I could tear that lace like tissue,” she asked.

Violet eyes narrowed. “But you won’t, will you?”

She swallowed hard. “No.”

Conal bared his white teeth at her. “Good. Because it would really piss me off.” He rocked back on his heels,