Heartless (Immortal Enemies 1)

“Kaysar,” Cookie rasped, hit by a lightning bolt of lust. She clutched his shoulders to remain upright. “Yes, I want to come.” Every night without him, she’d tossed and turned, angry and aroused and nearing desperation. “Want to come so bad.”

A harsh sound left him as he smashed his lips against hers.

She met his tongue with a hard thrust, his ferocity kindling her own. In mere seconds, he worked her to a fever pitch.

Cookie kissed and clawed at him, ripping at his pants. Need him naked.

Before she succeeded, Kaysar tossed her onto the mattress. As she bounced, he undressed, watching her. A powerful tower of strength and desire. Aggressive, his every motion a marvel of soft, violent seduction.

He flittered on top of her, his naked body ruthlessly pinning her down. His gaze made demands. “You are mine. My one and only.”

Heat spread low in her belly, and she groaned. “Yes.”

“I am yours.” Kaysar’s face hovered over hers, candlelight dancing with shadows over an expression etched with pure menace. Danger emanated from him, yet she’d never felt safer.

“You are, you are. Kiss me.”

He brushed the tip of his nose against the tip of hers instead. “Do you want to know how I would murder the goblin leader, were he still alive?”

Shivers rocked her against him. “I do,” she told him with another moan, the excitement of his words leaving her breathless. “He dared to hurt your woman. How did you hope to repay the insult?”

“I had a particularly gruesome end in mind,” he replied with an evil smile, easing to the side to open her robe’s sash the rest of the way. He ran her bottom lip between his teeth. “After I sliced him open from nose to navel and emptied out his entrails, I would have donned his body as a coat. A mantle of victory.”

“That is so...hot.” She panted as he dragged a claw along the left edge of the robe, parting the material, baring her breast. Her nipple beaded tight, the ache almost unbearable. “Did you enjoy watching me skewer him with a vine?”

“I nearly came from the sight.” He kneaded her plump mound and licked his lips. “Are you hungry for me, Chantel?” Growling again.

The truth spilled from her. “I’m starved for you, Kaysar. And I’m going to have every bit of you.”

* * *

KAYSAR BLINKED AND found himself flat on his back, Chantel a grinning, confident queen above him. Had she flittered them into a different position?

He knew the ability should bother him. At the moment, he couldn’t rationalize why. “Your power grows.”

“It does. Daily.” On her knees, situated between his legs, she pushed the robe from her shoulders. The material whooshed away, fully baring those plump breasts topped by their coral-pink nipples. She might as well have a tattoo saying Kiss Here. “I learned during yesterday’s lesson. I have to concentrate and really, really want to relocate, but I can do it.”

And he’d missed the excitement of a new accomplishment. Kaysar nearly howled.

“Shall I tell you more about what I learned,” she purred, “or shall I continue?”

Beyond speech, he gave an imperious wave of his hand. What would she do?

When she wiggled to position her mouth mere inches from his throbbing shaft, he nearly howled for a different reason.

Anticipation seized him. Would she suck him off? Was he to know this pleasure?

“Oh, dear,” she said, drawing those beautiful lips away from his length. “This is what I had planned for you before your trip.”

A curse welled up, and he found his voice. With a gravelly tone, he said, “Do not tease me, sweetling.” He reached back and clasped the wrought iron headboard. “Tell me you’ll be good and drink every drop I can give you.”

“I want to tell you...but I don’t know if I should.” She lowered again. Almost...

He held his breath. Would she...?

She glided her tongue over the head of his shaft, capturing a bead of pre-cum. A hoarse sound left him, the pleasure unfathomable.

Her eyelids went heavy. “Suck you off—reward you—after you abandoned me for days and days and days?” She blew where she’d licked. “Tsk-tsk. This mistress doesn’t play that way.”

He trembled, the severity of his need making him desperate. “Another taste then.” The sight of this woman and her big silver eyes glittering with excitement kept him teetering on a blade’s edge. “Just one. Because I learned my lesson so fast.”

“Just one? I suppose I don’t see the harm in that. You did learn your lesson, so you did earn a reward. Oh, all right. You talked me into it.” Watching him, she dragged her tongue from his base to his tip.

His control frayed, base desire clawing at him. A piece of the headboard bent. “One more taste,” he rushed out. “Three licks in total is hardly a reward. Some might call it a punishment. Yes, you should punish me more.” He was panting, his heart thundering. “Nothing less than twenty licks. Twenty would be excruciating.”