Stolen Fate (The Mythean Arcana 4)

“Good.” He stroked her back, dozing in a twilight state, as he waited for his muscles to come back to life. It didn’t take long. The scent of her arousal pulled him out of the twilight within minutes.

“Come here.” He pulled her beneath him and grinned down at her. “Forgive me if I doona have your patience.”

He pressed his lips hard to hers. She was hot and sweet and sexy as hell. Her body pressed full against his as he explored her mouth. He couldn’t get enough of feeling her against him, warm and soft and there. There when there had been no one for years upon years.

Unable to wait any longer, he dragged his lips down her neck to her chest, licking and nipping along the way. He was going to kiss her everywhere, taste her everywhere. He was going to savor and spoil her.

She shifted beneath him, her thighs parting and her luscious scent drifting up to him.

Oh fuck.

He yanked her down the bed until her hips were at the edge and he was kneeling on the floor. He couldn’t wait, had been crazy to think he could. He’d been so long without this. She might have made him go slowly before, but his control was shot.

He wanted to sink into her, to disappear in the wetness and softness at her core.

Fiona trembled when she felt his big hands grip her thighs. She leaned up on her elbows to see him kneeling at the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to her pussy. When he pushed her thighs wide apart, she gasped.

She was so exposed to his gaze it made her want to snap her thighs shut and hide.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, then swept his big thumb up the length of her slit, parting her.

“Really?” She knew she should have played it cool, just accepted the praise, but damn, she couldn’t help it.

His eyes met hers, hot with desire and need. “Aye. The sight of you, pink and wet, makes me hard as a damn rock.”

“Oh.”

She watched, breath caught in her throat, as he draped her thighs over his shoulders and gripped her arse in two big hands. Suddenly, his mouth was on her, tongue seeking and stroking and making her arch into his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he said against her flesh.

She could do nothing but whimper. He was ravenous, licking and sucking and making a glorious mess of her. Soon, she was arching off the bed, her spine curving uncontrollably to get her closer to his mouth.

“That’s it, love,” he muttered against her flesh.

“More.” She gasped. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her.

“Aye, lass, I’ll give you more.” His fingers traced the edges of her sex, probing, exploring.

One thick finger slipped inside her and she jerked. His tongue was fast and frantic on her clit now, exactly what she needed, and when he pushed another finger inside of her, the need coiled tight inside her.

She dragged her head off the pillow, desperate for a glance of him working so hard between her thighs. The sight of his arm moving caught her eye. Was he touching himself?

The thought of his hand on his cock, turned on by what he was doing to her, pushed her over the edge. The orgasm tore through her, so hard that she felt her muscles clamp down on his fingers.

He groaned against her clit, his arm moving faster as he picked up speed on himself. The harsh noise that escaped him, as close to a growl as a man could make, threw her over the cliff again as he jerked and shuddered between her thighs.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Something heavy pinned her to the bed. Fiona’s eyelids flew open. She lay on her side in the dim light of the small bedroom.

Ian’s heavy arm clutched her to him, his head nestled in her hair. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. They must have dozed off after he’d finished giving her so many orgasms she’d lost count. Her gaze jerked to the clock on the bedside table.

Only eight thirty. Her shoulders relaxed. So she’d only dozed for a few minutes, no doubt completely drained. Nerves over the coming night had been an excellent alarm clock.

Nerves that she’d somehow ignored to be with Ian. Memories of the last few hours flashed through her mind.

Holy crap. She’d had crazy sex with the prisoner she’d busted out of the university prison. The iron band around her