Lust raged through his veins to center in his cock. Thick and solid in a heartbeat, it pressed against its leather confinement and throbbed to be free. Using his knee, he forced her legs apart and ground his hips against hers.
“You will be if you don’t stop struggling.”
She froze under him, her eyes wide and dark. His feral instincts screamed at him to quit wasting time, to strip her and bury himself to the hilt in her sweet softness. She would be sweet. He just knew it.
Leaning down, he ran his nose along the gentle arch of her neck. Her scent, floral and exotic at the same time, hit him like a punch to the gut, the arousal swirling through his body coalescing in his cock. He was so hard he could nail a hole through a fucking board.
“How many of those fuckers are you working with?” he snarled in demand.
She was his prisoner. He didn’t have to treat her as if she were one of the orc race’s rare, prized females. She wasn’t even a prisoner… she was bait, used by a demon to lure him in. But now she was his.
He could do whatever he liked with her…
CHAPTER FIVE
The low, rough timbre of his voice matched the darkness in his eyes. Kelly couldn’t look away, locked by his gaze as much as she was pinned by his larger body. His much larger body. Even his muscles had muscles, all rock-hard and pressed against her. Heat flashed through her, bringing every skin cell to shivering awareness. He lifted his hips and the heavy hardness there no longer pressed between her legs.
“Working with who?” she asked in confusion, trying to forget that kiss earlier—a feat that was made more difficult by the fact her lips still tingled from the touch of his.
She should be terrified, but all she could think about was the thick cock pressed so briefly against her. Her pussy ached, her clit pulsing with need. Spread open by his strong thighs, she couldn’t even press her legs together to try and ease the ache.
Biting her lip, she tried not to whimper, tried not to press against him and beg for more. What the hell was wrong with her? After Steve, she was done with men. So done. More done than a convent full of nuns. So no way did his touch have her melting with need. No way at all. Not happening.
He opened his mouth to say something else and her gaze riveted to his lips. Curved and sensual, they fascinated her. What would it be like to be kissed by him again? With those tusks in place… wow, they looked really, really real. That was amazing.
He paused and a frown crossed his hard features. His eyes flickered closed as he took a deep breath, drawing it into his lungs slowly as though savoring it. When his eyes flicked open, heat blazed there, along with an erotic intent so deep she could drown in it.
“You’re wet.” His rasped words caused another rush of liquid heat from her pussy to soak her panties. “I can smell your heat, your need.”
“Don’t be stupid.” She gave an embarrassed half laugh. “No one can smell anything like that.”
The darkness in his eyes heated. “Sure about that, princess?”
She had no time to react as his lips crashed down on hers again. He parted her lips with a rough sweep of his tongue and drove inside. He plundered the soft sweetness of her mouth, demanding that she surrender to him.
She tugged at his hold on her wrists and tried to deny him access to her mouth. His hands tightened on her wrists and a low growl rumbled through his chest warningly.
Then the world rolled. He shifted and his lips gentled. Instead of plundering, his tongue slid along hers in teasing strokes. Still forceful, his body pressed hard against hers, but now he tempted her instead of ordered. He kissed her deeply, his lips hot and persuasive against hers. She couldn’t contain her soft whimper.
He nibbled at her lower lip as though they had all the time in the world, the manacle-like grip of his hand on her wrists easing up. Instead of holding her captive, he stroked his fingertips gently down her arms.
She wouldn’t respond. Shouldn’t respond. He was an asshole kidnapping cosplayer who should be slapped for kissing her without her permission, but… ohmygod, he could kiss. She knew that. The first kiss had had her clinging to him in need, but this was so much more.
She moaned as he nipped her full lower lip and then laved the little sting with his tongue. Need was an unstoppable onslaught as it washed through her body, sweeping her ability to think straight away.
He shifted between her thighs, using a hard knee to open her further until one of her legs was hooked up over his. His lips burned a trail of fire along her jaw and under her ear. She gasped as his tongue swirled around her earlobe and captured it between his teeth.
Heat and tension wound around each other low in her belly, her pussy aching as he swept a hand down her hip to flirt with the hem of her short skirt. Callused fingertips teased the tender skin of her stomach under the thin material. She moaned again and turned her head to seek his lips. She needed more, needed his kiss more than she needed air.
He seemed to catch her movement, the tiny capitulation. Surging over her, he rumbled in triumph and claimed her lips again. This time, all bets were off. He slid his tongue into her mouth at the same time he pushed his hand under her skirt.
Strong fingers slid her panties to the side and parted her folds as he twined his tongue with hers, thrusting and stroking to mimic what she wanted, needed. They both gasped as he reached the entrance to her pussy.
“Fuck me, you’re wet.”
His words were murmured against her lips as he swept the wet heat of her arousal from her pussy to her clit. She couldn’t answer, her ability to think or breathe stolen as he stroked her in tiny, maddening circles. His lips teased hers as he did so, the clever touches driving the tension in her body higher.
Breathy moans and soft sounds of pleasure filled the darkness around them, torn from her throat as he worked her body. He seemed to know just how and where to touch her to set her on fire. How she didn’t know but it was so, so wicked.
Oh lord, that felt good. But she needed more. Much more. She needed everything. Her hips rocked against his hand, pressing against him as she sought more sensation with tiny movements but ones he didn’t miss. Covering her lips with his, he slid his tongue into her mouth at the same moment he thrust a long, thick finger into her pussy.
She moaned, a low sound of pure pleasure as liquid heat bathed his invading digit. Her hips rocked as he thrust in and out, a second finger joining the first until her toes curled with pleasure. His movements eased the ache in her pussy and made it worse at the same time.
She needed to be filled, the feel of his thick, heavy cock pressed against her earlier teasing at her memory. Her clit throbbed, aching for his clever touch as the tension in her core reached fever pitch.
She tore her lips from his and moaned, reaching for him as her body climbed to the peak.
“That’s it, little faery. Come for me.” His whisper was a dark temptation against her ear. “I want to feel you come all over my fingers. Then I’m gonna fuck you, long and hard, until you scream my name.”
The crude words tipped her over the edge and dropped her into shattering pleasure. It rippled through her body like a spreading blaze. Every nerve ending fired as her pussy clamped down around his fingers. He didn’t stop but kept stroking her to prolong the waves of pleasure that coursed through her.
Her eyes clamped shut as she clutched at his shoulders to ground herself and rode the storm of sensation. She’d come before, and come hard, but nothing like this. She’d never felt anything like this. Never felt pleasure so complete it almost hurt and made her desperate for more.