He muttered under his breath and yanked her dress down further. The garment slipped down under her bust to reveal the lacy strapless bra she wore beneath and his curse was audible as he pulled back to look down at her. His expression, somewhere between reverence and feral need, rocked her to the core.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was so raw, so honest that she couldn’t help but reach up on tiptoes to kiss along his jaw, nibbling and flicking her tongue in the groove of the small cleft in his chin.
He pulled away a little to strip her dress off her and leave her standing in front of him clad in her underwear and high heels. Reaching out a hand, for balance and contact, she found it enveloped in his. Short and heading towards plump, she’d never considered herself attractive to men, but his face made her reassess a lifetime of assumptions in seconds.
Stalking towards her, he stripped off his shirt as he went. She couldn’t help but ogle and drink in the perfection of his chiseled male form. Then he was there, body heat beating against hers again and she lost the ability to think. Instead, she lifted her lips for his kiss, a soft sigh escaping her as big hands encircled her waist, skimmed up her rib cage, and smoothed over her back.
The clasp on her bra gave, the garment gone, and her breasts freed. He groaned, the deep sound one of male need, and cupped her. The stroke of his calloused palms against her soft skin drew a shiver from the depths of her soul. His strong fingers tweaked her nipples, and fire arrowed straight down to her clit.
“So pretty, and hot,” he whispered walking her backward. The back of her thighs hit the high bed and a second later she was tumbling onto its softness. He rode her down, his hot, hard body a delicious contrast to the cool softness at her back.
He kissed like a starving man, drinking from her lips with a heated desperation. Hot, wet, open-mouthed exchanges of passion. His tongue slid against hers, then retreated so he could nip gently at the fullness of her lower lip. He covered her, dominated the embrace, and filled her senses… Became everything.
She whimpered and shivered beneath him, reaching out to cradle him against the softness of her body. A maiden welcoming her warrior home. Soft moans and deeper groans punctuated the silence of the little room. He broke away again to kiss down her neck, but he didn’t linger. Instead, he skipped her shoulder, planted a single kiss on the slope of her breast and then flicked his tongue over her nipple.
Pleasure surged through her at the warm wet rasp and she arched her back with a cry. Offered more of herself to him. His arm slid around the back of her shoulders, holding her in position as he lavished attention on her breasts. He worked one, cupping and plumping the soft mound with a big hand, before licking and sucking on the nipple until she was almost mindless with need. Then he transferred to the other, repeating the process until she was ready to beg for him to do something… Anything.
Her hands drove into his short hair, holding him to her as she wrapped her legs around his slim hips and rocked against the hardness she found there. He broke away to rest his forehead against her shoulder. His breathing was ragged.
“Carry on like that, little elf, and this will be the shortest, hardest screw you ever had.”
Chapter Four
Mia didn’t answer, just rocked her hips again and he growled. Rearing back to stand, he snatched open his belt and trousers and shoved his pants down to release his cock. The thick, rigid length sprang free to slap against his toned abdomen. It glistened in the dim lights of the room, the head flushed purple. She bit her lip, anticipation coursing through her and her pussy clenched hard at the thought of him sliding that thick length within her.
He divested the rest of his clothing within a second and crawled back over her. The fire in his eyes made her clit ache again. Stroking a hand up her thigh, he tangled his fingers in the lace side of her panties.
“These need to go,” he said, even as he pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help him and the scrap of fabric disappeared, leaving her naked before him. His hand slipped between her thighs, sliding ever higher, and she parted them in silent invitation. He didn’t look away, holding her gaze as his hand reached the juncture of her thighs and the secrets hidden there.
She clutched his upper arms, lips parting on a soft moan as he found her pussy lips. His eyes darkened at the wetness there, the evidence of her arousal, of her need for him. He reached her clit and circled it. Soft strokes, then hard rubs, all while looking deep into her eyes. She’d never been so naked and exposed, and it had nothing to do with her lack of clothing. It felt like he looked into her very soul while he took her to the heights of pleasure with his hand.