He set the goblet down before sitting on the bed next to her. She watched him warily as he reached out, brushing his thumb across her cheek.
“Why are you crying?”
Broni turned her face away, unable to look at his masculine perfection.
“I don’t even know what to call you.”
“Call me anything you want. Rhys, Warrior, lover, bastard. I have been all to you.” After his hand forced her to look back at him, he stared down into her eyes with remorse.
Broni shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She couldn’t be near him without wanting him; her breasts tightening, her core dampening.
“Let me show you who I am.” He switched languages again. His hand reached out and brushed against her breast, smoothing her nightgown against her flesh, making her tightened nipples blatantly obvious.
“Can you not find forgiveness in your heart for me one more time, sweet one? I promise it will be the last.”
He leaned forward, his mouth sweeping across her neck to linger on her lips. Enticingly, his tongue traced the outline of her lips before thrusting inside boldly, searching her mouth with demanding passion, tempting her to respond.
Her hands clutched his shoulders, trying to decide whether to pull him closer or push him away.
One of his hands went to her hair, pulling her head back as he took control of her body. His chest against hers moved her backwards to lie against the furs.
“Have I not proven myself to you these last months? I have not touched another.” His hand slid up her thigh, her gown sliding up, exposing her to his gaze. “I will never lie between another woman’s thighs.”
His hands parted her legs wider, his fingers searching through the wetness she was unable to hide. Without warning, a finger plunged into her pussy, causing Broni to bite her lip, trying not to moan as he stormed her defenses against him.
“I can give you what you want, what Rhys never could.” His mouth nuzzled against the top of her gown until her nipple was within reach of his mouth. Taking it into between his lips, he laved it, torturing it with his teeth while her hips arched against his finger plunging inside of her.
“I can give you my heart, which I have never given to another woman.”
Broni’s head tossed on the pillow. “You gave them everything else.” Her anger rose, lifting her out of the sexual haze he was enveloping her in.
Her hands beat at his chest and he caught them, pinning them above her head as his hand continued to drive her toward a climax.
“I gave them nothing. I fucked them, enjoying their bodies, most times not even remembering their faces. But you, Broni, I remember everything about you. How you taste, how you looked like when the only thing you wanted was my cock, that little scream when I gave it to you, how you fucked, how you held me when that tight pussy came on my cock. I couldn’t tell you one thing of how Deena fucked, but I can tell you every detail of our time together.”
Broken whimpers tore from her throat as he slid another finger inside.
“Do you need more?” he teased, his mouth sliding to her other breast, leaving the other tender and aching.
Yes, she needed more. The warrior knew her body too well. Her hands slid around him, trying to pull him to her, needing his body on hers.
He moved between her thighs, his large cock taking the place of his hand.
“Do you want me, Broni?”
She remained silent.
“Do you want to be conquered or seduced?” he whispered in her ear. “I can fuck you hard or gentle like a young virgin giving herself for the first time.”
Damn, his words ignited a passion she never dreamed herself capable of as his cock plunged inside of her slickened pussy.
Broni’s mouth went to his shoulder, tasting his sweat slickened flesh, hiding her smile in his neck.“Seduced works for me.”
Instantly, his strokes slowed, his hand releasing hers, going between her thighs to stroke her clit. Her thighs gripped his hips, trying to hold back her orgasm, wanting it to last. Memories of him turning away from her each time they had sex poured through her mind.
“Look at me, Broni.” Reluctantly, she looked into his face, not wanting him to see her vulnerability. “See me.”
His face and body might have been the same, but the man was different, openinghis soul to her if she was just brave enough to reach out one more time. Her love for him yielded, giving him another chance to prove he could be the man she had come to love through the centuries. Her warrior at last. Hers to touch, taste, and feel all that he was for this precious moment in time.