He wasn’t one to make her beg in vain. A second finger joined the first. She writhed beneath him, mindlessly begging for what only he could give her. With a last flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers she broke apart. Darcy cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, more intense, more consuming than she’d ever felt before. She gripped her lover as sensation roared through her body. If he was this good as an appetizer, how was she going to survive the main course?
When she opened her eyes, Jaral had slid back up her body. He was on his side, watching her with a happy, self-satisfied smile.
“Beautiful,” he said.
She blushed, her body still humming from her climax. “That was amazing.”
His smile turned into a grin. “Anything to please you.” He learned forward to kiss her and she welcomed him gladly. Tasting herself on his lips felt exceedingly intimate. Here she was, feeling more with a man she’d known for a smattering of days than she’d ever had with men she’d dated for months. Maybe Jaral was right. She’d been looking at everything all wrong.
“The sight of you throwing your head back in pleasure is one I want to see for the rest of my life,” he told her.
She glanced up at him, feeling exposed and vulnerable at his words.
Jaral reached out to touch her cheek. “I’ll never get tired of watching you.”
“You don’t know that,” she tried to reason.
He just grinned and shook his head. “Yes, darling. I do.”
Wanting to steer him away from such a personal topic, Darcy reached down. Her fingers found his pulsing cock and encircled him. She smiled as his eyes glazed over in pleasure.
“You were saying?”
“Minx,” he whispered.
Darcy arched a brow.
“Feeling ready for round two?”
She snorted at the question. “I’m pretty much always ready when you’re around.”
“How gratifying,” he replied with a grin. Without another word he rolled on top of her, fitting perfectly between her legs.
She felt him position himself against her entrance and squirmed in eagerness.
Jaral groaned. “Careful, or this will be over before we’re even started.”
“I wouldn’t complain,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “I want to see what you look like in pleasure too.”
He kissed her deep, conveying his happiness at her words. “Later we can play,” he said against her lips. “Right now I need to be inside you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Not a damn thing, it seemed. Jaral gripped her hips and thrust forward.
Darcy moaned, arching her back as he drove into her. He was larger than her other lovers and he froze for a moment, allowing her body to grow accustomed to him. Heat poured through her body, igniting a fire only Jaral could quench. She didn’t know if it was his magic or just him and she didn’t care.
“Move,” she begged.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Jaral withdrew almost to the tip before thrust back into her. She cried out and rocked to his motion, meeting every thrust. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hold him close as he drove into her. Every movement spread the fire through her. He was unlike anything she’d ever known.
Her climax pulsed inside her, begging to be released. She tilted her hips to take him deeper and groaned with pleasure. Her body reacted of its own will, moving to match his.
She felt his hot, panting breath against her throat. Heard his groans of pleasure.
“More,” she said. Just a little more. She was so close.
“Come with me, love,” he whispered against her skin.
Her body shuddered at the endearment. The word pushed her over the edge and she screamed as her climax crashed down upon her.
Jaral thrust into her frantically before stiffening as he roared his own completion.
Her body writhed with pleasure. Waves of intense sensation thundered down on her. She pulled Jaral to her and gave herself up to a bliss unlike anything she’d ever known.
Finally, with her body still twitching in the aftermath, he rolled to her side. She turned her head to watch his ragged breathing. Darcy knew she should say something but words were simply too hard to form.
Jaral rolled his head to meet her gaze. The pleasure in his eyes was undeniable.
“I’m never letting you go,” he vowed.
She smiled but even as the words warmed her heart she knew they spelled trouble.
What was worse, she wanted to say them back to him.
Chapter Eleven
Bracelet in hand, she watched her lover sleep. She hadn’t dosed him with a sleeping potion this time. She’d simply worn him out the old-fashioned way. At her feet, her bag was packed and ready to go. All she needed to do was put on the bracelet and everything would be over. He’d never find her in time. She could close the rift without having to put her faith in him.