Aeromancist - The Beginning (Seven Forbidden Arts 2)

“No,” he said easily. Taking her hand, he ushered her outside to the dry fountain and kissed her neck. “A better venue?”

“A little.”

She was rewarded for her less than one hundred percent enthusiasm with a gentle bite that had her crying out in surprise.

Turning her around, he bunched the fabric of her dress in his fists, and lifted it over her hips. When her naked ass was exposed, he uttered a sound from deep in his chest that sounded very much like a growl.

“You know what’s going to happen now, krasavitsa, don’t you?” he asked, bending her over with a hand on her back.

“Yes,” she said with a shaky breath.

He pushed her dress up to her waist, leaving her lower body exposed. “Tell me.”

“You’re going to fuck me.”

“How am I going to fuck you?” He traced her folds with a finger, and groaned with approval when he found her wet.

“Hard,” she said.

Bending over her, he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

She moaned at the promise, needing him as much with her soul and her mind as with her body.

“Don’t move.” His touch disappeared.

His zipper sounded, and then the ruffling of clothes. She felt his heat at her back before he’d even touched her again. He gripped her hip in one hand, and moved the other between her legs to cup her sex. She cried out when he pressed two fingers inside, massaging her clit with his thumb.

“How much do you like this, krasavitsa?”

She arched her back and pushed closer to him, rotating her hips.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Fuck my fingers. I want to watch.”

Spurred on by his erotic talk, she did what he demanded. He allowed her to move at her own pace until she was panting with her building release. When her inner muscles started to clench around his fingers, he withdrew his hand and slid down behind her to continue with his tongue where his fingers took off.

“Lann, please let me come.”

He prolonged the torture, fucking her slowly with his tongue, but denying her the fireworks she craved. When his fingers joined his mouth, she nearly came undone. He rubbed her clit hard, evoking more whimpers and moans. Her stomach tightened. She was so close. Then his mouth was gone, and his cock was at her entrance. With one, hard stroke he pushed inside. Her scream wrapped around them, just as he’d promised it would. He bent over her, gripping the edge of the fountain on either side of her body. He moved slowly, his breath hot on her ear.

“I’m going to miss this, krasavitsa.”

She gritted her teeth. “Please, Lann, just let me come. I can’t…”

He nipped her earlobe. “I said you’d beg, and I said I’d give you all you beg for.”

He moved his hands over her arms, stroking up to her neck, and folded his fingers around the vulnerable flesh. He didn’t apply pressure. He simply kept his hands steady in a gesture of possession and dominance that she needed more than what she ever imagined.

He almost pulled out of her, and when he pushed in again he picked up his pace, moving faster and harder. Her breathing was loud and erratic. She tried not to be noisy but it was futile. The more he stretched her, the more she moaned. The more she cried out, the more relentless he became. Her body started preparing for its release, a long, slow electric shock that worked its way from her clit outward.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered.

He tightened his fingers around her neck. It wasn’t uncomfortable or scary, but it was slightly harder to pull oxygen into her lungs. It was hot. When she came, it whipped her hard. He eased the grip of his hands when her orgasm reached its peak, and with the rush of air that hit her lungs, she convulsed harder and longer. A second later, he came, emptying himself inside her as he repeated her name.

When he was spent, he draped his body over hers. They were both reluctant to break their intimate contact.

“If I could, I’d stay inside you forever,” he said.

She recognized the regret in his words, and locked it away in her heart like a treasure.

“Will you sleep in my bed tonight, krasavitsa?”

Only when she’d promised did he pull his softening cock from her. She straightened, but when she moved her dress over her hips, he caught her hand to still her. He dragged a finger through her folds that were soaked with his seed.

“I like to mark you like this,” he said.

She sighed. “I like it too.”

He released her, pulling her dress down before zipping himself up. His gaze slipped to the junction of her legs. “Can you walk?”

She gave him a smile. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Gripping her hair, he jerked her to him. “Maybe I’ll make sure you don’t walk tomorrow.”