Samurai Game (GhostWalkers 10)

"That's it, baby, that's what I want. Fly for me." He pushed his finger deep, his thumb teasing her clit as the rush overtook her. He quickly replaced his finger with his mouth, tongue driving deep, increasing the strength of her orgasm until she writhed and keened his name over and over.

Grinning, he lifted his head and looked down at his woman. She was so beautiful with her hair coming out of that knot, spilling everywhere, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and the marks of his mouth, small strawberry brands, all over her body. He caught her easily in his hands when she started to move, flipping her over fast and hard, taking her breath. His handprint was on her buttocks, and he bent his head and nipped with his teeth right in the center of it before rubbing the sting away.

He dragged her hips up and back, forcing her toward the edge of the bed. Her buttocks were beautiful, round and firm and so enticing. He kneaded her pretty pink cheeks before wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her, while he pushed three fingers into her slick, damp heat. She cried out, panting, pushing back into his hand, wiggling her hips to entice and tempt him.

Sam licked his fingers greedily and then placed the head of his cock at that hot, slick opening. Azami tried to impale herself, pushing back with a small lunge, but he held her, laughing softly.

"Do you want me, baby? How much?"

He loved that she couldn't stop moving, desperate to get to him, uncaring that she was shamelessly showing him how much she wanted him. He wanted her every bit as much. Her need was an aphrodisiac, taking his lust and pleasure to a new high.

He took his time, slowly, oh, so slowly, pushing into her. He was long and thick and so damned hard, and she was exquisitely tight and fiery hot. He heard the growl rumbling in his chest when her silken sheath bit down on him, wrapping him in flaming silk.

He pulled back with equal slowness, a study in control, refusing to allow her hips to follow him as he nearly drew out of her before taking that slow, hot ride back while her body gripped him tightly, contracting and moving as if that silken sheath was alive.

She gave a little moan of protest, trying desperately to force him to speed up his pace. He craved her, hunger clawing deep, ripping at his belly, his body every bit as desperate, but he took his time, enjoying the way his hungry cock disappeared into paradise while flames ate his shaft.

He rubbed her bottom once, and then smacked her bottom lightly again just to feel that flair of honeyed heat flowing around him, hot and bright. She thrashed and pleasure burst through him. He plunged hard and deep. She cried out as her muscles clenched him tightly, hips rocking back to meet the brutal thrust. His cock burned, pushing through all those hot, tight folds, stretching her, going deeper than he'd ever managed.

"Is this wild enough for you?" he asked gruffly.

Azami lay facedown, chanting his name almost mindlessly while his cock slammed into her over and over, harder and harder. "More," she gasped.

The frantic pace set up a hot friction that sent sensation rushing to every part of her body, until there wasn't a place on her body that wasn't frantic for release. The heat from his hand only added to the erotic miracle he was giving her. Every thrust brought his shaft dragging over her enflamed muscles until every muscle tightened, pressure building like a tsunami. The explosion sent quake after quake ripping through her body. Her muscles convulsed around his thick cock, clamping down, taking him with her over the edge.

His hoarse cry was torn from his throat as his own body erupted like a volcano. He lay over the top of her, fighting for his breath while he tried to calm his pounding heart. He nuzzled her long hair out of the way to kiss the nape of her neck and then follow that beautiful bird across her shoulders with a trail of kisses. Beneath him, she shivered, aftershocks rocking both of them. He wanted to stay right where he was while her body contracted around his, sending pulses of pleasure through him. He was sated for the moment, drained, feeling relaxed and unbelievably happy. He was home.

"I love you, Azami, so much." He poured the emotion he felt, the intensity of it, into her mind, sharing with her the feeling he couldn't quite find a way to express.

She collapsed completely onto the bed, his body on top of hers so that he knew he had to force himself up before he crushed her. With great reluctance he slowly stood, allowing his cock to slide from that secret haven. Immediately Azami turned over, looking up at him with her dark eyes filled with love for him. In his mind, he felt that same intensity he'd given to her.

"You're sure, baby?" he asked. "You're really sure I'm what you want? I can be rough and we might be apart for long periods of time. You have to be sure, Azami. If you commit to me . . ."

"Didn't that feel like commitment to you, Sam?" she asked, her voice and demeanor once again serene. "I want your child growing in me. I want to live here, with you. I know we'll be apart; you're a soldier, and I have to continue on the path set before me, but I think that path is with you."

"Then you'll marry me immediately?"

She sat up slowly and pushed at the silky hair tumbling around her face. "I have promised you marriage and I don't go back on my promises." She suddenly looked alarmed. "Oh, Sam. I was cooking dinner for you and I've forgotten it entirely. It's probably ruined."

"You know how to cook too?" he asked.

She regarded him somberly for a long moment. "Yes. When I can keep my mind on what I'm doing, which clearly, when you're around, I can't."

He laughed, happiness bursting through him like a bright rocket. "Go take a shower. I'll see if I can salvage the dinner."

She rolled off the bed and started toward the bathroom. She half turned in the doorway, her tattoos gleaming in the candlelight. She sent him that small, mysterious smile that always set his heart racing. "I love you wild, Sam."

He watched her go, that fluid grace, her hair snaking down her back to below her waist, and his heart ached with pure contentment. He had found home and it wasn't the wooden structure surrounding him, it was a little slip of a woman who had forever taken his heart.

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