“Are you a witch?” she murmured, unable to accept any other explanation for her loss of self.
His ragged breathing puffed against her lips. “No,” he said, taking her mouth once again in a too dominant kiss.
The dark, rich taste of him enveloped her senses. Then two fingers were thrust deep inside her sex. She grunted against his mouth, her muscles straining to accept the invasion. She hadn’t taken a lover in years, as much as a half century.
“Your pussy is the tightest I’ve ever felt.” His voice was a rumble of carnal threat and promise and awe. As if he were amazed by her as if he too couldn’t help the desire arcing between them.
Then his fingers moved. Each stroke into her snug sex was a shock of agonizing pleasure. Shilah tore her mouth from his, her lips parted, but there was no breath left to scream. His eyes held hers as he split her legs even wider and moved his fingers deeper. His golden gaze on her was unrelenting, and she knew then he would take her. It was madness.
She moaned, terrified of the feelings coursing through her body and the sudden terrible need that welled up the depth of her soul. She had never had a casual lover, a night of burning passion, and the only consort she had ever lain with had been selected after months of careful consideration, and he had treated her like spun glass. Yet she was here, profoundly vulnerable and in lust with a stranger. Shilah distantly felt the force of his hunger, the painful ache in his cock, and the indefinable throb in his soul to claim her.
“This is madness,” he snarled, echoing her denials as if he too struggled to understand the needs driving him.
An aching, terrifying awareness of how much she wanted him inside her shot through her. Shilah had never felt like this about a man in all her years alive. She was hungry for every kiss, every touch, desperate for release. The shivering sensation low in her stomach felt as if she were falling, and a sense of unalterable consequences beat against her thoughts.
A decision has been made.
She shouldn’t have allowed his touch. Then his thumb glided with roughness over her clitoris, once, twice, three times while his fingers slid with slow depth into her wet sex, driving her toward bliss with the biting pleasure-pain of each fiery caress. And not once did he release her eyes from his. He looked powerful, intimidating, his face harshly sensual, and aroused. Heat burned between them. Perspiration trickled over her neck, between her breasts. Shilah’s heart raced, beating a harsh, driving rhythm against her breast. She bucked in his arms, her head twisting against the sheets as her body tightened. “Oh, Please!”
He kissed her, his tongue stroking into her mouth in a wet dance, a perfect mimicry of his wicked fingers. She lost her breath, control of her body, and her mind as ecstasy tore her apart. She wailed into his mouth as deep shudders of pleasure claimed her. Her mind reached for his and encountered a void. The bed lifted with them before slamming to the ground, and with a whimper, she worked to control the wash of her telekinetic power.
“Shilah, is everything well, I felt the walls tremble?”
The brush of her sister’s voice had horror icing through her veins. Kala waited, and here she was cavorting with a stranger.
“Get off me,” she breathed roughly, shocked, her body still shuddering in pleasure.
With languid grace, he rolled from her and stood. Shilah scrambled from the bed, watching him warily. He looked sinfully beautiful, arms, chest, and things roped with exquisite muscles. She hurried to the armoire, grabbed a silk robe, and held it before her. His lips curled in a sensually cruel slant, and she narrowed her eyes. “This was a mistake, and it will never happen again, stranger.”
“I agree.”
That she’d not expected. “You do?”
“Most assuredly, Princess Shilah. Fucking is not what I want from you. My reaction just now was an anomaly that will not be repeated.”
His slight smile sent a shiver up her spine, then a dark wave of power slid against her senses. “What was that?”
He canted his head, considering her. “What is what?”
“I…felt an aura for the briefest moment…it was unusual, and it came from you.”
He went wholly and utterly still. “In what manner?”
“It was darkness.”
He flinched as if he had been burned.
She moved back a few more paces, not wanting to be close to him. “What is it?”
Something savage and unknown emanated from him. It scared Shilah, and she slowly backed away even further, cursing herself for her stupidity in relaxing her guard. “I must ask you to leave, stranger, I require privacy.”
His mien was an implacable mask. “Regretfully I cannot accede to your wishes.”
“Why?” She kept her voice even, flat. She couldn’t lose control now.
The golden eyes which had glowed with hot desire iced over. He prowled a few steps closer. Shilah’s heart pounded. Though he had no aura, his every move communicated cunning and ruthlessness. She was abruptly drenched in a chilling sweat. “I…. You are here to kill me.”
Her soft words settled into the quiet of the chamber. He made no replied assurance, and her throat went tight.