LyonsPrice (13 page)

The growl behind her was a warning one. She squealed and
darted into the bedroom, almost making it to the bed before he caught her.
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, taking her off her feet to be held
against a broad chest.

“You like a bit of danger, don’t you, sweetling?” His voice
was a rumble in her ear. Taking the opportunity, she pressed her ass against
the impressive erection straining his pants.

“Danger?” she teased, her voice light and her heart soaring.
“You call this danger? I’ve seen more action on a ward of geriatrics.”

He dropped her onto the bed. A breathless giggle escaped her
as she tried to scramble away up the bed. A hard hand closed around her ankle
and flipped her over onto her back.

“So, it’s action you want, is it?”

Looming over the bed, he stripped off his shirt. Caught like
a butterfly impaled on a pin, she watched as the wide, heavily muscled expanse
of his chest was revealed. She licked her lips, already anticipating exploring
him with her lips and tongue.

“Then it’s action you’ll get. If you think you can handle
it…”

She pretended to yawn as he kicked his boots off and started
on his pants. His cock sprang free, purple-headed and heavily veined. A shiver
of excitement ran down her spine. Her body was hot and heavy, her pussy aching
to be filled. Lazily she lifted her hands and cupped the heaviness of her
breasts, flicking her thumbs over the beaded nipples. His gaze followed her
every movement.

“All talk, no action.”

His eyes flashed fire. Closing his hand around her ankle, he
dragged her over the bed toward him. She giggled and tried halfheartedly to
escape. It didn’t work. It wouldn’t have worked even if she was actually trying
to get away. Within seconds he had her ass on the edge of the bed, her legs
spread.

“All talk, huh?” He lifted an eyebrow. “How about no talk? I
have better things to do with my tongue.”

This time she didn’t get a chance to giggle, just moan as he
spread her legs further and his hot mouth engulfed her clit. He didn’t bother
with exploratory sweeps or teasing her. Instead he tongued the small bundle of
nerves, sucking and licking until she saw stars, broken whimpers of pleasure
falling from her lips.

With each sweep he drove her higher, until the fire in her
veins became an inferno. It was a sensual attack with one very specific
purpose—to take her to the edge at jump speed. Hands hard on her hips, he drove
his tongue into her aching cunt and groaned loudly before going back to her
clit.

“Yes, yes! I’m…” She panted, holding him to her, the short
stubble of his hair like velvet against her fingers. In response, he nibbled on
her clit and sucked. Hard.

A scream, his name, escaped her as she came, pleasure
shattering through her body like a thousand shards of glass. An orgasm so
complete and intense it verged on painful.

“Oh God, yes! Fuck me now,” she moaned.

He was moving as she spoke. Crawling up the bed, he caught
the back of her knee over a well-muscled forearm. Lifting her leg, he opened
her completely to him as her body pulsed and trembled with her climax. A groan
of pleasure in the back of his throat he fit the thick head of his cock against
her and drove himself home in one movement.

“Hmmmm.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body stretched,
feeling that combination of pleasure and pain that was utterly addictive.
Before she could savor it, he moved. Bracing himself with an arm above her, he
held her leg high and pulled back, then slammed into her again with a small
grunt. Then again and again. Within a minute he’d set the pace hard and fast as
he took her with an intensity Samara found breathtaking.

She wrapped herself around him, her hands gentle and her
lips softer as she kissed along his jaw. She thought she’d be able to hold out,
see him to the end as her hips matched his in perfect sync. Not a chance. A
familiar tightening started deep in her stomach as he fucked her…no, it was
more than fucking. There was desperation and promise in the way he held her,
the way he touched her…as if he was pledging himself to her and claiming her
all at the same time.

“Ugh, I’m…”

“Let it go, sweet, I want to feel you come all over my cock.
I need to feel your heat over my cock,” he whispered against her ear, nipping
the lobe. Unable to hold on any longer, she did on a gasp and a long shudder.

“Fuck
me
!” he groaned, increasing speed as his cock
plunged into the slick, heated softness of her body. She was heat and desire
and…just everything. She was his everything, his perfect match, and now he had
her. As he slammed into her one last time, Lyon’s release hit him like a
starship on attack and his cock pulsed and jerked deep within her, pouring out
his passion and his love into her body.

Wrapping himself around her, he dropped a kiss onto her
perfect lips and sighed. The fight for freedom wasn’t over, but he had his
Jilan-ma
and, for the moment, Lyon was at peace.

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