Slaves of Love
“Do you forgive me?”
She stroked his cheek. “Yes, of course.”
He tugged her close again, melting the coldness inside her.
“You deserved better than him, Shena. You deserved love and tenderness. You deserved to be cherished.” He kissed her on the lips, tenderly. “If you will allow me, I’d like to make up for what you didn’t have as a child. I would like to spend the rest of my life showing you how wonderful you are. I’d like to spend day and night loving you.”
She stroked his cheek as tears spilled from her eyes. “Oh, Keern.”
He kissed her neck, then tantalized with a trail of kisses sweeping down her chest. “I’ll start right now.”
He captured her nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, loving it with tenderness. It jutted forward. He licked the hard tip, then sucked deeply. She cried out at the intense feeling.
“Do you want me to make love to you, Shena?”
“Yes.”
She arched to him, showing how much she wanted him. Her hand slid down his chest, then curled around his cock. Her fingers stroked the tip, and he twitched in her hand.
He rolled her onto her back and licked one nipple, then the other, then dragged his tongue down her belly to her clitoris, which he dabbed at mercilessly.
She pumped his cock.
He smiled. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes. Definitely, yes.”
He slid his cock to her opening and eased forward in one long, smooth stroke. Her muscles clenched, holding him in a tight, welcoming embrace.
He stayed like that, buried deep inside,
staring into her eyes. He brushed her mouth gently with his own, then nudged her lips open to slide his tongue inside. The effect of his rigid cock filling her, his gentle tongue caressing the walls of her mouth, and his hard male body pressed the length of her gave her a feeling of deep serenity. He owned her, he had complete control of her, but he would never abuse her or his power over her.
“Keern, there’s something you should know.”
His face tensed. “What is it?” he asked softly.
“I love you.”
The tight line of his mouth broadened into a totally devastating smile. He pulled back and thrust into her, making her gasp.
“Do you?”
She nodded. “I have since that first day, when you protected me from the soldiers at the pool. You were so strong and powerful, yet so loving. I had never known that any man could have such capacity for love.”
He drew out, then slowly spiraled forward, making her dizzy with swirling pleasure.
“The way you looked at me then, Shena ... I had hoped it was love.”
He pulled back and spiraled forward again. She clung to his shoulders, loving how he loved her body.
“I have a confession, too,” he said. “In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I love you, too.”
He drove into her, straight and hard. She felt the waves of pleasure starting.
He pressed his lips to her ear and blew lightly, whispered, “I love you, Shena,” and drove in again.
“Oh, Keern.” Waves washed over her, flooding her body with pleasure.