He stared down at her, his expression heavy with lust, with animal passion. “I cannot deny it.” His expression was filled with a warning. “But I know you want this, too."

She nodded—barely—mesmerized by his actions. He looked down at the bare skin between her breasts with a gaze that seemed to stroke her there, causing her to moan with pleasure. He moved his hands and began to lift her petticoats, honing in on her intimate places.

"I do want it,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. A trickle of moisture seeped from inside her, dampening her thighs. Driven by instinct she drew one knee up, allowing his hand to slide between her thighs to the place where she desired his touch. He brushed his fingers back and forth over the sensitive nub of flesh nestled there, then moved deeper, into the receptive entrance to her core. Sensation swarmed over her, diving deep and surfacing as high as her breast and throat. She stretched within his grasp, her body focused on the intense feelings he was causing in her. Her breasts rolled, fully exposed, the nipples peaked.

"Is it a spell?"

"No spell, this is your own magic."

"But you ... I have never felt this way before."

"I know."

She flushed, and then gasped when he probed deeper.

"You are beautiful, so ripe for this. I want to be inside you, badly.” He frowned. “Do you understand what I am saying?"

She stared up at him, nodded. “I felt it; I wanted it, too, but I thought I was being foolish."

"Oh, no.” He rested his thumb on the tenderest part of her, moving the nub of flesh, sending darts of pleasures soaring through her. “You felt it because it is real.” His mouth curved in a subtle smile as he bent to explore her intimate places with his fingers, testing her.

"The way you touch me...” She rolled her head and then stared at him. “Did you want to possess me yesterday, in the cellar?” Heat burned her face as she blurted the question. She had to know for she had felt it and wondered.

He looked at her with ferocious eyes. “Upon the sun god's soul ... I want to take my time with you, but you are pressing me hard, woman."

She did not fully understand his remark, but it made her heart soar. “I saw it in you, but it did not make me afraid, not like..."

"Veldor?"

"Yes.” Inside her body echoed its response—heat, passion and desire. “If it had been you,” she murmured, “I would not have turned away."

He growled at her words.

She dropped her gaze for a moment, embarrassed at her own forthright words. But it was true.

He watched her as she writhed on the bed, and she could see his chest rising and falling with passion for her. “I would not hurt you, yet seeing you this way deepens my desire to take a deep draft of your body. I want to taste you, to drink you, Maerose, and I want to fill you anew."

His words undid her. She gestured in the only way she knew how, lifting her arms as he held them, indicating her wish to be mastered by him, the way she had denied Veldor. “Make me yours."

Triumph lit his expression. He snatched up the abandoned shirt, twisted it into a tourniquet and tethered her wrists to the beam that ran along the top of the bed. Bound before him, the reaction she felt was so different than that of the night before. She moaned with longing, every part of her clamoring for him.

He stared down at her, and the look in his eye claimed her to the core. He thrust his thumb inside her opening, then took it to his mouth and sucked her juices from it. Watching him do that strangely intimate thing, she whispered his name, wanting him to possess her thoroughly. He bent and traced a circle of moisture around her right nipple. Following it with his mouth, his teeth grazed the skin that reacted in response. Her breasts rose up high, her arms tethered as they were, her hips moving of their own accord, tension driving them. She moaned, her heart and body filled with longing.

"See how your body responds to me; it tells me why we are here together, even though you do not fully see it yet."

She bit her lip, unable to reply.

"This is what you want. It is what we both want. You were made for this, Maerose."

A fever of longing raced under her skin. Unable to hold back, she sank into a whirlpool of pleasure beneath his masterful fingers.

He spread her legs wide, looking down at her. “You are swollen, your secret places are flushed with desire, here,” he ran an accusing finger down one side of her damp folds, and up the other side, “and here.” He moved his hand. Captured between his knuckles, her bud pounded in ecstasy.

It was too much, to be touched that way and to hear him say it aloud. Her head rolled, her cheeks flaming.

He manipulated her tender bud, torturing her with pleasure. “Don't be embarrassed; you are very beautiful, every part of you. And especially this.” With that,

he dropped down and bent his head to lick her tight, hot bud.

Tags: Saskia Walker Fantasy
Source: readsnovelonline.net