Stolen (Royally Hot 1)

Bors stopped short and turned to look down at me. “You want…” His eyes darkened, his body square and tense, matching the set of his jaw.

“I want…” I felt every breath straining against the bodice of my dress. The words didn’t even seem to be my own anymore, I just said them in service to a higher power. Some god of mischief and lust. “A true man keeps his word. You owe me a kiss. You promised me a kiss today, by the well.”

He shook his head. “Little girl, you are making things up..”

Emboldened by how beautiful and alluring he made me feel, I rose up on my tiptoes. “You didn’t promise me with your words. You promised me with your eyes.”

His brows furrowed and he shook his head as my gaze fell on the deep, thick, silver scar across his face. “You read eyes then?” He half growled as he slipped his massive hand into the small of my back, tight, close, possessive.

“Please,” I said softly. “I’ll beg if you want me to.”

His nostrils flared slightly, and he swallowed hard.

“Fuck, Sara.” He lowered his eyes, closing them for a moment. The tendons in his neck stood out, the strained muscles across his shoulders seemed to grow as a vein pulsed on his forehead. “I want you to beg…” He gulped. “Beg to be kissed. Beg to be...” He trailed off, lips tight on his teeth.

I looked up at him, holding his eyes, urging him to tell me.

And he did.

“Beg to be fucked.”

Oh lord, yes. “Just…please, kiss me.”

“If I start, I can’t tell you I’ll stop until I take what I want. What I need.”

“Kiss me,” I repeated, touching his cheek.

A moment of stunned shock flickered across his hard features, and he let loose a pained, feral groan.

He dropped my basket and took me in both arms, slightly parting my legs with the hard muscle of his thigh. “You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”

“Never.” I shook my head. “You will be my first...” My gaze flitted up and down his face, looking for any sign of disappointment, any sign of rejection. “My first…everything.”

His hand cupped my cheek, rough fingers tracing my flesh, firm yet kind as his eyes closed for a long moment. He caressed me with gentle strokes of his thumb, while his other hand slid down my hip, fingertips finding their way to the crease where my bottom met my thigh.

“Everything about you is perfect,” he gritted out, gruff and strained, so close to me that the breath from each word warmed my lips.

“Please kiss me,” I begged. I needed it. I was desperate for it.

His mouth crushed my lips and his greedy tongue pushed mine aside, kissing me with an intensity that made the ground shift. The rough scratch of his beard prickled my skin as nerve endings lit up like a flash fire across my skin.

The kiss was the most pleasure I had ever felt. As though I were slipping into a hot spring, the wetness gathered between my legs. Driven by instinct and need, I pressed myself into him, molding my body to his, and I felt the thick hardness of his manhood grow against me.. Fear and fascination battled in the twist of my organs until I felt I may pass out. His kiss was my everything. His tongue wound with mine as I kissed back. Our breathing falling into a panting rhythm as the kiss grew, taking on its own life, leaving me lightheaded and helpless against this new lustful power that replaced my sensibilities.

I had never known passion until that moment. I had never known love. But now I knew it with my whole body.

After only one kiss, I felt every inch of my soul and self was his, to do with as he pleased.

Lord, I prayed, please, let him.

Bors

I’ve never truly kissed a woman before. Not if this is what it means.

As our lips met, that was the thought that consumed me.

Consumed my heart.

Consumed my soul.

She inhaled long and slow as I kissed her, and I felt her breasts crush against my chest. What I wouldn’t give to rip her dress right off and roll her nipple between my teeth. She was a fucking dream. No other man had done what I was doing now, nor would they.

I was her first.

I would be her last.

Fuck, I would be her first everything.

The twisting inside of me tightened as we kissed. As it did, I felt myself losing control. With each deep exploration of her mouth with my tongue I grew more impatient. I wanted to spin her around, to flip her dress up over her ass, to breed her, hard and deep, rooting myself inside her young, pure body.

But I knew it was wrong.

Somewhere, deep down, in the civilized part of me, I knew.