“My Taya is soaked already.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit and thrust his fingers with more force.
Another gasp, this one ragged. Another moan, the herald for a hundred others. The pleasure he elicited... Her mind shut down gradually, one light going out at a time, until a single thought remained: more.
“More, more, more.” Never had she been so greedy for it.
He sucked the piercing harder, her every pulse point pounding, pounding. The constant rubbing and thrusting and sucking pushed her to the edge faster and faster until—
Taliyah’s body bowed, a scream barreling from her as a swift, violent climax tore through her. But, just as swiftly as it hit, it dissipated. She crashed from the high, need resurging and redoubling. Control? She had none.
She cupped Roc’s face and drew his mouth to hers. Their tongues met in a wild tangle. Outside, the storm continued to rage, raindrops beating against the balcony. Lightning struck near the window, flashing through the air.
Amid the dance of light and shadow, her consort lifted his head. Lust boiled in his eyes as he panted. His pupils pulsed continually. “I wanted you. I won you.” He stood. Moving more slowly than before, he removed his weapons. “Now I will have you.”
Glorious male. A proud warlord, fierce beyond compare. A true god among men. And he’s mine.
He crawled up the bed to fill the space between her legs. More lightning flashed, momentarily setting him ablaze. She gasped at the seething intensity in his expression, at the alevala frozen on his skin.
He smiled at her with panty-dropping carnality. “Now we begin.”
Begin? Hot tremors shook Taliyah.
“Today, I’ll show you the benefits of choosing a warlord whose stamina is unparalleled.” With the warning ringing in her ears, he set out to make her lose her mind. And he succeeded!
Roc was merciless. He kissed and licked every inch of her, his mouth searing. Anytime she neared a second climax, he stopped what he was doing and selected another part of her body to torment. Rapture beckoned alongside crazed desperation. She panted and she thrashed, soon muttering incoherent nonsense.
“I love the way your body warms for me,” he praised.
Her head whirled with fragmented thoughts—a condition only he inspired. Her body pulsated with sensations. Nipples throbbing. Belly fluttering. Her heart beat out of sync. Between her legs, the ache grew and grew and grew. “Give me what I want. Give me... Now, Roc!”
“There’s my little commander.” Sweat trickled from his temples as he rose above her. He draped a forearm over the top of her head, an authoritative hold she couldn’t break with her wings pinned underneath her. Strain etched his every feature. He looked like a wild man, an animal barely caged. “You want this, Taya? You want me? We’re in this together?”
Panting, she peered up at him, meeting his gaze. “Together.”
A thousand emotions stared at her as he positioned the head of his shaft at her opening. Anticipation and dread coiled. He was so big. So...aggressive.
She sank her claws in his shoulders, preparing for a siege. “Do it.”
With a slight push, he breached her an inch, maybe two. There was a twinge of pain and a promise of pleasure, but he went no further, leaving her suspended and gasping.
“More,” she demanded, marveling at the incredible rush of heat.
“I’ll always give you more.”
When he rocked his hips with verve, sinking deeper, stretching her inner walls, she experienced a sharper twinge. But still pleasure beckoned.
“So tight. So wet.” He rocked, gaining another inch.
Oh! That one had more bite than the others. Not enough. He had more, and she wanted it. Needed it. “Give me.”
His lips peeled back over his teeth. “Just...give me a minute,” he gritted out. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m hurting without you.” She undulated, stealing more of his length. The stinging intensified, but Taliyah hardly cared. She needed her consort seated firmly inside her. He wasn’t the only one staking a claim here. “Give me more. Give me everything. I can take it, baby.”
He lifted his head to meet her gaze. Eyes like starlight. “Caused you so much pain already. Only want to make you feel good.”
He decided to indulge his guilt now? “Roc! Snap out of it, okay?”
With his next slight surge forward, her sex squeezed him, the fit tight enough to empty her lungs. But the ache...oh, the ache! This partially in, partially out business only made it worse.
Wait. What was she doing? She was a harpy General in the making, and she took what she wanted.
Determined, Taliyah hooked her leg around his waist, sank her claws deeper and yanked him down while lifting her lower body. He plunged the rest of the way, impaling her with his shaft.
Roc hissed against her lips before steadying himself, remaining motionless as she adjusted to his invasion. Sweat dampened his skin. “You’re mine now.”