Spaniard Untamed (Blood and Thunder 3)

“I have to say it?”

“If you want me to touch you again, then yes, you do.”

“Anything,” she gasped, out of her mind with frustration.

“Are you sure? I ask because obedience seems to be beyond you.”

“I can be obedient for one night,” she promised hectically.

“That’s quite an admission,” he observed obviously trying hard not to smile.

One night would have to be enough. That was all they had. There could be no more nights like this, Celina determined. She could not afford to lose control.

Really? Haven’t I already? Not once, but many times? Hasn’t Diego made control impossible, at least where he’s concerned?

Chapter Six

Selecting the forefinger of Celina’s right hand, he positioned it precisely and began to move it back and forth. He loved the little sounds she made, the way she squeezed her eyes tightly shut to concentrate on sensation, and her softly smiling mouth. “Is that good?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Perfect,” she managed on a shaking breath.

Her cheeks were flushed as she responded beneath his guiding hand. Physically, she was perfection, toned and yet plump in all the right places, and she couldn’t possibly be more responsive. His cock flexed in anticipation of sinking into her. One night would never be enough. Resting her legs over the wide spread of his shoulders, he delicately parted her lips. She was bathed in a sea of arousal and gasped out her need as he touched her

in a way she couldn’t resist. He made sure she didn’t have to, and her response was both violent and immediate. She plunged over the edge with repeated, rhythmical cries, forcing him to take her in his arms so she didn’t rake her body on the uneven ground. Seeing her through to the finish, he waited until she was quiet again and then scolded her in a tone he knew she loved. “Did I give you permission for that?”

“You didn’t tell me not to,” she gasped on a relieved breath.

“You are a very bad girl,” he remarked with approval.

“I do my best.”

He laughed. He couldn’t remember sex being fun before. In the past, it had been executed at maximum efficiency with a partner who knew the score. Celina was very different.

“Watch me,” she whispered, shooting him a seductive look. “You know you want to.”

“Watch you do what?”

“Really?”

He groaned as his cock snapped to attention. “You learn fast,” he admitted as he watched her hand move to a lazy rhythm between her legs.

“I’ve always been an able student,” she agreed wryly.

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Because you’re getting to know me?”

And the more he learned, the more she ensnared him. His cock approved too. Fisting it, he squeezed it tight, as if that could contain its burgeoning size. It was as if he’d been celibate for months. Far from abating after several releases, his hunger had grown. Celina had turned the tables on him completely. He was consumed by lust. He could forget about closing down feelings. He had to have her. No more delay. He had to have her now. Seduction was redundant where Celina was concerned. She was seduction enough. He’d never thought to find a woman who could match him, but now it seemed he had.

~~o0o~~

The heat in Diego’s eyes scorched through her veins like molten honey. He made it worse, kissing her until she was shaking with arousal. The anticipation of pleasure was almost more powerful than the real thing, she had discovered. She encouraged him when he brushed the underside of her arms with his stubble and groaned with satisfaction when his big hands stroked her back. Her buttocks felt so comfortable in his grip. His slightly roughened palms against the smoothness of her skin felt amazing. When she writhed with impatience, he held her still, but when he coated the tip of his cock in her arousal, she was done with waiting. Thrusting forward, she took him by surprise. He was so big, she gasped, unsure now she’d started that she could accommodate him. She could never have been ready for this. He paused when she grimaced with shock and discomfort, but then another type of sensation kicked in, and her grip on his buttocks turned to steel. When he moved, the feeling was indescribable. It was so intense, it blanked her mind to anything else. He pulled out slowly, and then sank deep again before setting up a dependable rhythm that encouraged her to work her hips furiously with his. Being joined to him touched her. This was like no other experience on earth. This was the memory she hoped would bind him close when she left. It was also the memory to sustain her if things went wrong.

Waves of sensation, like knockout blows, landed one after the other. She maybe cried out his name, or sobbed and groaned when she came. It was hard to be sure what was happening when she was in the grip of such powerful and transformative pleasure.

Surely the bond between them must have strengthened, she reflected later as they lay side by side in contented silence. Sex had joined them in some deep, primal way. Diego had been incredibly sensitive to her feelings, proving that he wasn’t always distant or detached. She felt certain he cared enough to follow. She had to believe it.

“Daydreaming again?” he murmured as she stared blindly into the canopy of spreading branches above their heads.