The Warlord (Rise of the Warlords 1)

Taliyah possessed her own brand?

Of course she did. My goddess.

“Wait. Are the big guy’s tattoos moving?” The entire group of harpies crowded around Roc, studying him as if he were a bug under a microscope.

Taliyah draped herself over him before anyone could relive his memories, shouting, “Get. Out!”

“Okay, okay.”

“Fine! I can take a hint. Even a subtle one.”

“I call dibs on the room of my choice!”

They filed out of the master bedroom, finally leaving him alone with his wife.

When he opened his mouth to inquire about her state, Taliyah pressed a finger into his lips. “Don’t speak until you undress me.”

The command held more power than her sister’s grenade, summoning a tide of passion.

With slow precision, he lifted her top over her head, leaving her bare. Silvery-blond locks tumbled down her arms. He swallowed. As gently as possible, given the strength of his arousal, he urged her to lie on her front.

She obeyed, a willing queen.

“I want to worship you. These wings...” He smoothed her hair over one shoulder and kissed along her spine, nestling against each appendage. Her backside received a few nibbles. When she rocked her hips and gave a rough moan, he slipped a hand between her legs. Wet. Soaking. He thrust a finger deep, filling her with his heat. Gloriously tight. His shaft throbbed as her silken walls squeezed him.

He kissed his way up, up. While licking her brand, he reached beneath her to knead her breasts. “I want to possess you.”

Tremors shook her, her heart racing against his hand. “I want to worship you, too, Roc,” she said, already breathless.

“Anything, Taya.” Everything. “But first I need to touch you more.” He couldn’t stop. How close he’d come to losing her.

“Why don’t we get a little more comfortable, then?” She dematerialized slowly, ghosting through him, chilling and thrilling him. Then she solidified on top of his back. He flashed to face her, there and gone before she could fall. With her mouth just above his, she rasped, “I’ll let you play with me. Make me scream. Your every demand will be my every desire. But then...I get a turn. You’ll do whatever I tell you.”

He groaned. “You want to tease your man?”

“I do and I will. Just know when the time comes, I’ll be playing only as hard as you do.”

“That sounds like a declaration of war, love.”

“Oh, good.” She ran his earlobe between her teeth. “You understood.”

Wicked temptress. No one had ever meant more to him than Taliyah.

He turned his head to kiss the corner of her sexy mouth. “Your own sexual torment is assured, wife.”

“Then my job is halfway done.”

He slanted his mouth over hers, pushed her down and followed, rising above her. As she snaked her arms around him, he tore at his fly. When heated sex met heated sex, the kiss paused, the ecstasy too much. Not enough.

“More,” she said.

He was panting as he slanted his mouth over hers a second time. This kiss had a slower but far more powerful start, their tongues tangling together, savoring. No woman sweeter.

Their scents combined, creating an intoxicating perfume. He grew light-headed. Heat pulsed in time to his heartbeat, as if he lived for this alone.

A rosy flush spread over her, starting up top. He trailed it, licking and nipping along the elegant column of her throat, over her breasts and past her navel. Lower...

As she undulated, crying out, he teased the edges of her sex, then lightly bit the tendon in her inner thigh. She gasped, her wet heat glistening.

How she craves me!

“Kiss me there,” she demanded.

“My Taya aches, hmm?” He settled in, getting comfortable between her legs. As she undulated with increasing veracity, the breadth of his shoulders kept her legs apart for him, her body bare and vulnerable before him. “Does she ache enough?”

“Do it,” she pleaded when his warm exhalation fanned her most intimate places.

His mouth watered for her sweet honey, that plaintive tone fraying his control beyond repair. He licked her little slit and groaned. My paradise.

He set in, sucking, flicking and circling. Taliyah scraped her claws through his hair, sinking the tips into his scalp to guide him where she wanted him. Tremors traveled through her limbs.

Her reactions ignited his. His throbbing intensified. His breathing quickened. Nothing better than this.

“Roc,” she cried when he flicked his stiffened tongue over her swollen clit. Her breathy moans filled the sultry air, and his pleasure surged.

He licked and laved with abandon, driving two fingers deep into her channel. Thrusting in, pulling out. In, out. Licking, laving. Indecipherable words left her. As her voice grew higher, a climax nearing, he stopped and climbed to his knees.

Taliyah cursed his name—that, he understood. The next thing he knew, she’d flattened her foot against his chest and put him on his back. High with excitement and triumph, he gloried as she rose over him, her pale hair tumbling around him, a curtain separating him from the rest of the world. She raked a heavy-lidded, smoldering gaze over his body. There was no hint of ice. “I’ve made a decision. We’re not going to do this in order. My tit then your tat. We’re mixing things up.”