Night of the Tiger(89)

“Hmm,” she answered as she began to rotate slowly, rising up slightly before taking his shaft all the way back in. “Duty, is it?”

“Yes,” he gritted out from between clenched teeth.

She massaged his balls on final time before releasing them. “What I need is for you to make love to me. So it’s your duty to do just that. Am I right?” She closed her eyes and rose up until only the head of his cock was still inside her. Slowly, she slid over him until she was sitting on his groin once again.

He moved so fast she could barely grab a breath before she found herself flat on her back, staring up at her lover. Aimee was reminded that she wasn’t dealing with a normal man.

His hair fell over his shoulders and framed his exotic face. The black and white stripes were unique, but they suited him, giving him a wild, untamed appearance. His features were hard and wholly masculine, except for the long sweep of his black eyelashes. His eyes gleamed as he hooked his arms beneath her legs and planted his hands by her waist. The motion left her wide open to him and unable to control his penetration.

“Never let it be said that I failed in my duty.” He began to thrust. In and out, controlling each stroke. Aimee had awakened the sleeping tiger, but she wasn’t the least bit frightened. No, she felt…smug. She was going to get exactly what she wanted.

She tilted her pelvis up to meet each sensual downward stroke. Roric leaned down and lapped at one of her distended nipples. It puckered tighter as he blew on it.

“Roric,” she moaned.

“What?” he asked. “I am doing my duty, am I not?” He nuzzled his way over to her other breast, this time sucking the nipple into his mouth.

“I’ve created a monster.”

He caught her nipple lightly between his teeth and tugged. When he released it, he lapped at the turgid bud. “No, you’ve released the animal.”

She sensed his slight unease and sought to reassure him. She gripped the sides of his face in her hands. “I love you. All of you. Tiger and man. I love the way you want me.” It was important to her that he understood that.

“Aimee.” He gathered her close and rolled again. She found herself on top of him once again, looking down. “Take me. Whatever you need. Whatever you want.”

There was no more time for teasing. He needed her as much as she needed him. She set a fast pace, rising and falling on his shaft. Roric cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs as she rode him hard.

His cock was throbbing, growing even larger inside her. She felt stretched and full as his erection plunged into her over and over.

Roric let one of his hands slide down her torso. His fingers pushed through her pubic hair and found the hard nub of nerves at the apex of her thighs. One touch of her clit was all it took to shove her over the edge.

Aimee cried out as she came. Her sheath gripped him, squeezing hard. He gave a raw moan, and then she felt the hot spurt inside her as he came. He grabbed her hips and drove his shaft hard and deep several more times. Her inner muscles rippled, sending shivers through her entire body, and she whispered his name like a prayer, over and over, as her orgasm consumed her.

She collapsed on top of him, confident he would catch her. He did, drawing her into his arms and tucking her head into the curve of his shoulder. “Mine,” he whispered, rubbing his hands over her back and arms. He snagged a corner of the sheet and tugged it over her.

They lay in bed, content simply to be in each other’s arms, until the rising sun brightened the bedroom. It was Aimee who broke the silence. “What did you mean when you said you shared your immortality with me? I mean, I know you gave me some of your life essence, your power, in order to heal me. But what exactly does that mean? Am I changed in any way?”

Roric sat in bed, lifting her easily. He leaned back against the headboard and positioned her so she was lying across his lap with her head pillowed against his arm. He tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and caring. “I could not let you die, Aimee. By sharing my life force with you, I gifted you with immortality.” His eyes grew dark and he shook his head. “I had no idea such a thing was even possible until I did it.”

He sifted his fingers through her hair before trailing them over her neck. Tingles of pleasure followed in their wake. “I did that without asking you. There was no time to do so. I do not regret what I have done. Do you?”

She caught his hand in hers and raised it to her lips, planting a kiss on each finger. “No, I don’t regret it. How could I?” The man had risked everything to save her life. That showed her the true depth of his commitment to her.