“I claim you,” he added, hands sliding down her back to clasp her buttocks, and hold her firm against his hips where his erection pressed thick and hard against her belly. “Don’t think you can change this. Don’t think you can run away now.”
Her eyes closed as she felt his fingers grasp her bottom, the pressure of his hands on her tender skin. His hands were warm and they made her feel hot and madly empty. She wanted those hands on her everywhere, wanted those hands to take her, and even take her apart like a tower of children’s building blocks and then put her back together again.
“You won’t run away,” he insisted, hands moving between her legs, touching her lightly, intimately.
She shuddered and nodded blindly. Nothing he said registered. Everything he said registered. He’d become all, primal and sexual and male. Her male. The one that made her shiver and shudder. The one that had set loose this firestorm of need. As he touched and stroked she arched, breasts crushed against his chest, hips swaying to a silent tattoo of hunger, a hunger she desperately needed him to appease. “Yes,” she choked.
“Yes, what?” he demanded, bending her back over his arm to look at her, see her, the woman he would soon possess as only he could possess.
“I won’t run away,” she said, voice husky, feeling her breasts tighten at the rush of cool air, her nipples ruche, peak.
Tair couldn’t fail to notice her response and his gaze dropped appreciatively, resting on the ripe swell of her rose-tipped breasts.
Tally had been eyed by men before, but it had never felt like this. This was ownership, a claiming that burned all the way to her soul.
His dark head dipped, thick black hair hiding his face as his mouth touched her breast and then her nipple, his lips parting to take the aching peak into his mouth, against his tongue and teeth. He tugged at the sensitive flesh and she moaned deep in her throat as he licked, bit, teased until she was trembling, her nerves taut, tauter. She was melting and craving and needing and shuddering Tally pressed herself closer.
She needed him. Needed to appease that hollow feel inside of her, her body hot, and yet increasingly empty.
They’d reached his bed and Tair pushed her down on his bed cool and smooth with luxurious silk coverings. Tally reached for the front of his shirt and pulled him down to her, on her.
“But I want to look,” he said, drawing back.
“Yes, but I want to feel,” she answered, cupping the back of his head and bringing his face to hers. Her eyes closed as his lips covered hers, the sensation again electric. His kiss felt unlike any kiss she’d ever known before.
Tair stroked the length of her and when she couldn’t stand the coiled tension inside her any longer she tugged at his robe, and then his trousers wanting him naked.
Lashes lowered, Tally watched Tair strip, her breath catching in her throat as all the clothes came off and he was even harder, prouder, more gorgeous than she’d expected. He was all muscle and sun-tarnished skin, smooth, cut, fiercely made. She’d seen men with gym-toned bodies but Tair’s was shaped by life and battle, desert, wind and sun and she knew then she loved him, knew she loved him in a way she hadn’t thought possible.
He was the man she’d been searching for. He was the love she’d looked for all these years.
Stinging tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away before Tair could see.
“Come to me,” she whispered, reaching up to take his hand.
Tair’s eyes were dark, nearly black and the expression in them scorched her.
He was all fire and danger and she was running straight into the flames. She was tugging him down to her and as he settled over her, he parted her thighs with his own. She muffled a groan as he explored the indentation of her waist and then the flare of her hips and over her hip bones to her flat belly. Every place he touched grew hot, while her insides felt wicked, liquid, hungry for him. Ready.
But Tair wouldn’t be rushed. He seemed to delight in her body, in the curves and shapes, the softness of her skin, the pale globes of her breasts, the shadow between her thighs. And as he explored, he paid attention to each of her soft gasps, remembering what she liked, how she responded so that he could play her as if she were an instrument and his alone to enjoy.
Tally felt mad with all the sensation. No one had ever touched her like this, making her want at so many levels, making her body feel both familiar and strange. She’d never thought she was passionate, or physical but as Tair cupped her full breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples, all self-consciousness fell away. She’d do anything for him, anything with him. Somehow he’d found a way into her heart and now her body wanted him, to be joined with him, now and forever.