She opened her legs, her breath hitching, and he found her clit.
“So fascinating, this little nub.” He rolled it between his fingers.
Soon she was gasping and rocking on his lap. Beneath her, she felt the hard press of his cock through his soft trousers.
Madeline was on fire. When he slid one finger inside her, thrusting deep, she cried out. She could barely contain the sensations rocketing through her.
Sex had never been like this before. So much sensation, so many feelings.
His mouth nipped at her earlobe, his teeth scraping over her neck. “Stop thinking.”
“I can’t.” Her mind never shut down.
“Yes, you can. And now I want to hear your cries as you come on my fingers.”
“I can’t come again.” But she felt another release teasing her, shimmering just out of reach.
“Don’t deny me, Madeline.”
“I only ever come once, Lore.”
“You’ve already come on my mouth and cock, so I know that’s a lie. And Raiden, Thorin and Kace have mentioned some interesting things about women from Earth.” He slid two fingers back inside her, stretching her.
Madeline made an incoherent noise. “We aren’t all the same. Every woman’s different.”
“You will come for me again.” His tone was firm. This was the determined gladiator under the charming showman. He hid it so well, that it was easy to forget.
But her release stayed stubbornly out of reach. She made a frustrated sound.
Suddenly, he was on his feet, carrying her forward. He crossed the distance to her desk and pressed her face down onto it, her hips hitting the edge. One big palm rested between her shoulder blades, while his other hand nudged her legs apart.
“Surrender to me, Madeline.” A hot, sexy whisper. “Give your pleasure over to me.”
She made a noise, feeling Lore’s fingers running through her wet folds.
“It’s just you and me here.” His teeth raked down her spine. “And I want to make you feel so good.”
“I…I can’t.”
She knew she held on to everything too tightly. She liked being in charge, in control, always making things fit right. Maybe she liked it too much, but all that had been taken away from her when she’d been abducted.
Lore’s palm came down and connected with her buttock with a sharp, shocking smack. Madeline cried out, rearing up. But he held her down. It hadn’t been hard enough to hurt, but it did sting.
“Let go, Madeline.” He hit her other cheek. He gave her a few more slaps and soon all Madeline was thinking about was the warmth and sting across her bottom.
“Lore.” A choked cry. “Please!”
“My good little dushla.”
She heard the rustle of fabric, and then his thick cock was sliding inside her.
The relief made her cry out. She needed him so badly.
But he didn’t give her a chance to adjust. His fingers gripped her hips and then he was thrusting into her—hard and fast and rough.
Madeline heard someone crying out and begging for more. Oh, God, it was her.
As Lore thrust again, her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out his name, could do nothing more than feel. She heard his long groan as he poured his release inside her.
She’d been lost for so long. But right here, right now, she felt found.
***
Lore could get used to this.
He was lazing in the giant tub in his bathroom. The hot water felt nice on his skin. He’d grown up on a spaceship, traveling from world to world. He hadn’t been able to indulge in long baths and had to make do with short showers.
Madeline walked into the bathroom wearing a silky black robe. She looked hesitant, her eyes uncertain.
He sighed. He could practically see the thoughts turning through her head. The only time this woman switched off that busy mind of hers was when his cock was deep inside her. “Get in, dushla.”
She fiddled with her robe, then unbelted it and let it fall to the floor.
Praise the stars. He could look at her lovely body all day long. The intriguing dips and flares. Those dark curls between her legs. The intriguing dark spot on her left breast she called a mole.
She stepped into the bath. “Ouch, it’s hot.”
“Sorry. That’s how I like it.”
She sat, keeping some space between them. Lore snorted. He’d busted down the barriers that she used to keep the world out, so he wasn’t letting her rebuild them again. He yanked her to him, water sloshing. She gave a startled squeak.
Turning her, he settled her between his legs, her head resting back against his chest. He started playing with her dark hair.
It took her a moment, but finally she relaxed back against him.
“I know Galen had a meeting this morning with the other gladiator houses,” she said. “He should be back soon, right?”