Warrior's Pain (Cadi Warriors Book 4)(121)

His thumb caressed her pierced nipple, making it bead beneath the buttery silk fabric. Cyprian’s fingers delved past the low neckline of her sleeveless dress. With a sharp tug, and the sound of tearing fabric, the general had her naked. The tattered dress fell around her ankles.

“You don’t love me. You hate humans,” Riley gasped and sobbed in the same breath.

Cyprian’s thumb and index finger pinched her nipple, rolling the turgid tip. The hand cupping her stomach, drifted lower, to play in the curls on her mound. Riley couldn’t help but tip her head when his mouth worked from her shoulder up her neck, to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“I loved you the second I saw you kick that Verrater in the shaft,” Cyprian husked in her ear.

Riley’s brow creased hearing Cyprian express the sentiment.

“You love me?”

“I do. But I don’t expect you to admit the same or willingly accept it, stubborn Little Manx. I’ve not been a very good mate. I plan to make that up to you.” Cyprian’s tongue traced the shell of Riley’s ear, eliciting goosebumps allover her skin. “I’ve noticed you have erogenous zones covering every inch of your body. And there’s so many ways to bring you to climax. How long do you think you can hold out, before I have you screaming the words I want to hear?”

Cyprian’s mouth enclosed around her earlobe, and Riley felt a slight pinch, followed by a luscious burning heat, that spread down her neck. It seared past her nipples, stabbing straight to her clit. The effects from his earlier bite had begun to wane, only to flare to life again. If Cyprian’s hand drifted any lower he could take her pulse. Riley’s clit throbbed incessantly. There was a needy cramp, as moisture pooled low in her stomach. Riley wanted Cyprian to move his hand, to relieve the ache between her thighs, but he kept painfully still. She clutched the arm cradling her stomach, and tried to coax him to move.

“Your ear is sensitive,” Cyprian husked, then placed open mouth kisses down the crook of her neck, and along the top of her shoulder. “And so is your neck.”

Cyprian lifted Riley’s hand to his lips, then sucked her index finger into his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip. When he bit down with his blunt front teeth, Riley felt a responding twinge in her clit. He moved on to kiss her palm, then laved the inside of her wrist. Cyprian lavished attention on one spot, one benign little spot, yet he had her burning all over. Every nerve stood at attention. She thrummed with anticipation. Riley wanted Cyprian to touch her everywhere, but she also relished the torturous assault he made, as his mouth travelled along the inside of her forearm.

“So sensitive, and soft,” he growled low.

Cyprian draped her arm, back around his neck. Riley speared her fingers into his short hair, holding on for dear life. She ground her ass against the bulge she felt at her back. Cyprian gripped her waist tighter, halting her wanton moves.

He’s evil. Riley wasn’t wrong when she first called him a demon.

Riley’s breath came out faster, as Cyprian trailed a large hand up her side. His fingers ghosted over her ribs, then lightly made a circle around her right breast, but avoided her eager nipple. His thumb ran back and forth over his name branded on her chest.

“I’m going to need you to write down your name, so I can have it placed on my chest during the mating ceremony tomorrow.”

Cyprian cupped her chin and turned her face to the side. Riley looked back at him, and was caught in his onyx gaze. The emotions there swallowed her up. The things he said as he touched her tenderly, sank in. Cyprian did love her.

His mouth consumed hers, and their tongues tangled. Riley felt herself being swung up in Cyprian’s arms. She sighed into his mouth, when he pressed her back into the mattress. Riley clutched Cyprian’s broad muscular shoulders as his weight came down on top of her. She whimpered when Cyprian pulled away.

“Easy, Little Manx. We have nothing but time.”

Riley’s mouth opened to protest, but all that came out was a breathy Oh.

I’m in trouble.

Cyprian admired her naked body. Riley looked down to see what he saw. A blush covered her skin. Her breasts with their pierced rosy buds heaved. The muscles in her stomach noticeably trembled. Riley couldn’t help but rub her knees together, as she clenched her thighs, attempting to dispel some of the need that plagued her.

Cyprian grasped her ankles, removed her slippers one by one, then tossed them aside. He curled an arm around her extended calf, and kissed her instep. Riley never had a foot fetish, but she was reconsidering that stance. Cyprian held her foot still as his tongue darted out to flick the skin of her ankle. His other hand leisurely caressed the inside of her knee, then meticulously worked its way up her thigh.