The Warrior King (Inferno Rising #3) - Abigail Owen Page 0,80

urgent ache.” Gods in hell, he was right. Getting her mind in on the action was only turning her on more. The way the skin tightened over his cheekbones, he was enjoying this as much as she.

“What about here?” He rolled her nipple again and this time swirled the finger embedded inside her.

Meira could only moan. Samael smiled, the flames in his eyes giving the expression a dark edge that sent excitement fizzing through her.

“What if I use my mouth?” He left her still kneeling but scooted back so he could lean down and swirl his tongue over her nipple, and Meira threaded her fingers through his hair, not to pull him away. More to hold on for the ride.

“Meira?” He pulled back only enough to blow on her nipple, sending shivers through her.

“It feels good.”

“Want more?”

“Yes.”

“Harder?”

Oh, hell yes. “Suck me.”

The order felt both shy on her lips and full of power, liberating in the strangest way.

He smiled against her breast as he licked and sucked everywhere but the nipple. Meira clenched her hands in his hair harder. “Suck my nipple.”

Immediately he obeyed, drawing her into his mouth, but he only teased as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip.

She pulled his hair. “Harder, dammit.”

“My pleasure.” And he sucked so hard she came up off the bed, her body pulsing to the rhythm of his mouth on her breast.

“Sam—” She moaned his name. “I don’t think I can wait for slow.”

He released her only to move to her other breast and suck as hard, and her climax hovered just out of reach, the ache building. “You can wait,” he whispered.

Only desire came from him now, filling the room, winding around her own and driving them both. He moved up her body gradually, one hand and his mouth worshipping her, the other hand staying as her anchor and her torment, pressing, and enticing, and building. Meira clung to him, riding that hand, reveling in the solid planes and muscles of his body, hanging on for the sheer pleasure he built inside her.

“Did you know wolves bite here to mate?” He nipped at the curve where her neck and shoulder met, then soothed the small hurt with his tongue.

“Are you going to bite me?”

He must’ve caught the excited edge to her voice, because he bit down harder. Not breaking skin, but that edge of pain to the pleasure shot straight through her.

“No. I’m going to fill you with fire.” He shuddered against her. Then rose up. He removed that pressing hand, slipping his finger out of her and taking that thumb from her clit, and Meira cried out with the loss.

A low growl vibrated against her, coming from his dragon. “I thought I could wait, take our time to explore each other, but you liked that too much, and—” He moved to kneel in front of her. Almost rough now, when he’d been so gentle and in control, he lifted her up to straddle him, pausing with his cock pressing at her slick entrance.

“I want you to claim me,” she said when he paused.

Words she never thought she’d ever say became right on her tongue. The ache in her body spread at the sight, at the feel of him doing exactly what he wanted with her, to her, out of control and yet hers to command.

“Tell me if you need to stop.”

Gripping her hips hard, he surged and lowered her at the same time, sinking into her, the stretch of him a burn inside her. At her small gasp of pain, he paused, then pushed forward, breaking through, not stopping until he was balls-deep. There he paused, letting her adjust, holding her body as she breathed.

Gradually the pain disappeared, and the pleasure spilled back in, swamping her. Meira reached out and ran her hands down the ridges of his stomach.

“You smell like smoke, and jasmine, and sex.” His eyes glittered with fire and possession.

He lifted her by the hips, agonizingly slowly, only to pause again, breathing hard, before he guided her forcefully down his shaft, only to hold there, filling her, and Meira whimpered.

“Light on fire, Meira,” he growled. “Now.”

Her flames were already there, waiting at the surface, ready to be unleashed. Red and gold spread over her skin, only adding to the heat. Her fire traveled over Samael only to be consumed by his own power, turning black.

Her lover threw his head back and roared his claim to the gods and all who could hear, then pistoned his hips, moving