She teased the waist of his trousers.
He obediently shifted to the edge of the bed and stood for her, and she didn’t keep him waiting, couldn’t stop herself from following him and tackling the first plate of armour that protected his hips. His rough breaths filled her ears as she freed him of the rest of his armour, quickened as she finally reached for the button of his tight black trousers, the only thing that stood between her and finally having him naked.
His entire body tensed again as she made contact, her fingers brushing his skin above the waist of his trousers. She moaned as she drank her fill of him, was sure she would never tire of looking at him or knowing that he was hers now.
Hers forever.
He could be possessive, and so could she. She didn’t want other females looking at him, wanted to claw their eyes out so they couldn’t feast on his beauty, imagining him with them.
He belonged to her.
She pushed his trousers down and bit her lower lip.
Every inch of him.
His long cock bobbed as she stared at it, as heat flooded between her thighs and made her want to rub them together.
“Enyo,” he murmured, more of a groan this time, one that made her feel she was torturing him by staring at him and doing nothing.
Maybe she was.
It felt like torture to her too.
She eased her hands up his thighs, through the light dusting of hair that covered them, and curled them around just below his backside, luring him towards her. He came willingly, the feel of his gaze on her intensifying as she kept hers rooted on his erection.
She had never done this act, had only slept with one man other than Keras, centuries before she had met him when her brother had cajoled her into it. She hadn’t enjoyed it, had thought her brother had blown the pleasure of being intimate with another way out of proportion.
But making love with Keras had made her realise that her brother was right about some things.
The pleasure of being with Keras was mind-blowing and addictive, and she wanted to feel it again.
Wanted to give him all the pleasure he could handle.
Starting with this.
She stroked her tongue up the length of him, from root to blunt tip, and he groaned as his head fell back. His hands fisted at his sides as she licked him again, tasting his flesh. He was warm and like silk beneath her hand as she brought it into play, as she explored him, but he was like steel too, so hard it seemed impossible. Was it because he was enjoying this?
Enyo wrapped her lips around the crown and Keras’s hips bucked forwards as a breathless moan left him, answering her question. He was enjoying this, and she had only just started. What kind of reactions could she expect from him? When he had delved between her thighs, she had lost her mind, and control of her body. She had never felt so wanton and wild, lost in feeling and consumed by a desperate need for more.
Could she make Keras feel that?
Determination to find out filled her.
She feathered her fingers along the veined length of him as she explored the crown with her tongue, found several spots that had him shuddering and easing his hips forwards. When she curled her hand around him and sucked him, he grunted and his hand came down on her head. His fingers twined in her hair, gripping her gently as she sucked him again, as she swirled her tongue around him and stroked him with her hand.
“Enyo.”
Her name had never sounded so wicked. He whispered it breathlessly, a plea and a demand rolled into one.
He liked this.
She smiled against his cock and began moving her mouth on him as well as her hand. His fingers tightened in her hair and his hips began to move, shifting forwards slightly each time she took him into her mouth, as if he ached to go deeper. She dropped her hand lower and took him deeper, savoured his groan as she moved her mouth on him, as the blunt tip brushed the back of her mouth on each downward glide.
He clutched her head and thrust into her, his breaths coming faster still, his buttocks tensing beneath her hand as she palmed his backside.
A grunt left him, followed by another, the masculine sound teasing her ears and causing another flood of heat between her thighs. She ached for him there, her mind racing forwards to imagine him inside her, filling and stretching her.
He gripped her hair and pulled out of her, and she frowned up at him, wanting him back in her mouth again.
His dark emerald eyes seared her, his dilated pupils devouring his irises as he gazed down at her.
Gods, he looked delicious like that, towering over her, his hand in her hair and every muscle on his body tensed.
His gaze lowered to her breasts.
Darkened further.
Filled her with a sense that this time wasn’t going to be slow either.
Mostly because she didn’t want slow anymore. She ached for him, couldn’t stop her fingers from gliding up and down his rigid length to tease him, or her mind from imagining him sliding it inside her. She burned with need.
His gaze lifted and collided with hers, and she was sure he must have read her mind.
She moaned as he took hold of her shoulders and twisted her away from him on the bed, as he pushed her forwards and she fell to her hands and knees on the mattress.
A fantasy she’d had sprung to the front of her mind, had her pulse rushing as she recalled how one of her daydreams about her removing Keras’s armour had ended like this.
He skimmed his hands up her bare thighs, pushed them under the small skirt she wore beneath the slats of her armour. Those slats were cold as they hit her back, but she didn’t notice as he palmed her bottom, as he cupped and squeezed it. Her breath sawed from her lips, anticipation rolling through her as he slipped his fingers into the waist of her underwear and tugged it down to her knees.
Cold air kissed her bare skin and she shook as he gripped her buttocks, as he pressed his thumbs in and spread her, exposing her to his searing gaze.
She shivered as he stroked his thumbs downwards, teasing her plush petals, easing them between her folds. A moan fell from her lips as he caressed the pad of his thumb over her most sensitive flesh. She couldn’t stop herself from lifting her hips, from spreading her knees a little to tempt him.
He groaned and removed one hand from her, kept teasing her nub with the other, quickening her blood as ripples of pleasure flowed through her. She trembled as the blunt crown of his length brushed her, as it pierced her and she fought the temptation to ease back onto him.
He stood behind her, his cock poised to enter her, remained still so long she wanted to curse him.
His hands caressed her thighs, folded around the front of them and drew her back. Her breath left her on a stuttering sigh as he filled her, slowly at first, and became a moan as he drove deep into her, as deep as she could take him.
Keras gripped her thighs, his thumbs digging into her buttocks as he withdrew and filled her again, as he set a maddening pace that had her breasts swinging with each thrust. She fisted the silk bedclothes as he drove into her, his body striking her hard with each meeting of their hips, sending waves of tingles shooting outwards from her sensitive flesh whenever he brushed it.
He dropped his right hand to the front of her hip as he leaned over her, as he pulled her up to him with his left hand. He seized her jaw and turned her head towards him, and a cry burst from her lips as he covered her mouth and his fingers found her nub, stroked and teased it as he took her.
The same wild, desperate feeling she had experienced in her first time with him flooded her, stole control and pushed her over the edge. She pressed back against him, worked her hips and goaded him, tightening her body around his cock as he filled her. He growled and gripped her harder, gave her what she craved as he pounded into her, his rough breaths like music to her ears as they joined hers.