Christmas Tsar (Blood and Thunder 1)
He didn’t wait for her to reply. The next moment, her rump was high in the air and Alexei was holding her firmly in place as he delivered a flurry of light, titillating slaps. She came again without waiting for further instruction, and this time she was rewarded by another suggestion. “Would you like to come again?”
His tone was so deliciously matter-of-fact. “Please,” she said politely, still with her bottom in the air. Resting over his knees, with her face positioned comfortably against the pillows, she writhed with pleasure as Alexei’s discipline turned to something more.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, slipping his hand between her legs.
She didn’t need telling twice.
And then she heard a foil rip. “Let me. Guide my hand. I have to learn,” she reasoned.
“You even want to do this?” he asked.
“I even want to do everything,” she said, smiling.
Just for a split second, Alexei looked at her with real understanding, almost affection, as if he was getting to know her and liked what he found, but then the look vanished as quickly as it had come. And, yes, she was asking to have her heart broken just thinking that way, but how was she supposed to stop feeling, and why couldn’t he start?
“What’s so funny?” he asked when she huffed a rueful smile.
“You,” she admitted. “You’re so big and hard and ruthless, and yet sometimes you let your caring side slip through.”
“Thanks for warning me. I’ll have to be more careful in future.” But the way he lifted a brow and the way his eyes briefly burned with amusement gave her hope. And then he quickly made her forget everything. Nudging her thighs apart, he took his weight on his forearms and moved over her. He teased her with just the tip of his erection, and its weight alone was enough to alarm her. Breath shot out of her as he allowed the tip to catch just a little way inside her, but when he pulled back, the sense of loss she felt was intense. Which was surely what he’d intended, she suspected.
“You’re so wet and so tight,” he murmured.
“Are you surprised?”
Alexei’s answer was to kiss her deeply and catch inside her again, and this time, he didn’t pull back.
Taking Amber was a feeling like no other. He was surprised he could feel anything beyond the purely physical, but possessing her was primal and made him feel all sorts of things, chief amongst which was the desire to pleasure her. And to fuck like a madman. It took everything he had to hold back. She was so hot and tight and wet, and so hungry for him. She was clinging to him with fingers turned to steel, begging in words he doubted she ever used, to fuck her harder and faster as she worked her body frantically with his. When he was practically out of his mind with the need for release, she demanded more, turning him on like no woman ever had. They might not have known each other for long, but had fit heaven and hell into that time.
“You’re insatiable,” he commented against her lips.
“Says you,” she teased him, sounding as pleased as he felt.
“That deserves a reprimand, at the very least,” he commented.
“I certainly hope so,” she agreed.
He brought her on top of him, and when she raised her hips for him, he took the greatest pleasure in rendering her plump buttocks pink, while she writhed against his other hand until she came twice more.
“How many times is that?” she asked him.
He was tempted to say he’d lost count, but it was easier to start moving again.
Arranging her to suit them both, he took her deep and slow, rotating his hips until she forgot the question. Moments later, she was frantic for release. He gave it to her and made sure she enjoyed every second, to the last pulse of pleasure.
“What do you think about? To hold on, I mean,” she asked him later.
“Seriously? Polo matches mostly—match tactics, and which ponies to use for which chukka.”
“Oh.”
“You seem disappointed?”
“Not at all. It’s just that I need it again,” she admitted.
“Polo turns you on?”
“Does that please you?” Her eyes were wide and sincere.