Warrior's Pain (Cadi Warriors Book 4)(122)

“Cyprian,” she gasped as his fingers hovered near the crease in her thigh.

“Yes?”

Cyprian turned his eyes away from her ankle, to focus on her. He looked so serious. So god damn sexy. Those dark eyes, firm lips, strong jaw, and wild black hair, made her tremble with desire.

“You’re torturing me.”

“No. If I was torturing you, I would tell you in graphic detail how I’m going to devour and lick the swollen pink bud between your thighs, till you beg me for relief, spilling enough nectar to soak the bed. Then I’m going to slowly impale you on my shaft, working it into your body inch by inch, so I can savor the way your hot slick walls flutter and clasp me. I’m going to make sure I hit the spot on the roof of your channel, and the one deep inside, till you scream my name and milk me to release. Then when you think you’ve had enough, I’m going to pin you on your stomach and push myself into your tight little rear, as I bite your neck, and worry your clit. Now, Little Manx, hold your knees and spread wide for me, so I don’t have to go get the rope.”

He really is trying to torture me.

Riley stared at Cyprian in shock, as he took her hands and placed them beneath her knees, then splayed them, opening her up to his view. Cyprian’s fingers traced her soaked folds, spreading her lips to expose her swollen pierced clit. With a feral growl, his mouth descended.

Riley writhed as Cyprian clasped her thighs, his large fingers digging into her pliant flesh. He kept her hips tilted up, holding her open for his torment. She wanted him so desperately that it wasn’t long before she was crying incoherent sounds of pleasure. Each flick of his tongue, forced another strident sound past her lips.

Just as Riley neared the peak, the heavy sensation in her stomach coiling tighter, Cyprian pulled back.

“No, Cyprian, please,” she whimpered.

Cyprian knelt between her thighs, and tore off his kilt. His thick, iron hard cock jutted from his pelvis, aimed straight for her weeping vagina. Riley panted, and gripped her knees tighter.

The general looked her in the eye, as he squeezed her ass with one hand, and fisted his cock with the other. He placed the satiny, engorged crown at the mouth of her pussy, but didn’t press forward. Instead he stroked his length back and forth, while she watched in anticipation.

“Who do you belong to?” Cyprian demanded with a deep growl, his eyes searching hers.

As much as Riley wanted Cyprian to do all the mind-blowing things he’d threatened her with, there were a few things she needed to say. Riley took a deep breath, calmed her heart, then smiled up at her stunningly handsome man. Cyprian stilled, seeing her change in demeanor.

“I couldn’t help but notice you, when you first boarded Ion’s ship. You’re so damn huge, and fierce. Then, when I saw you again on Distraho, I knew,” Riley husked, her voice thick with emotion.

“You knew what?” Cyprian asked, his expression shifting from predatory to tender.

He released Riley, and crawled up her body. Cyprian rested his weight on his forearms, his face inches from hers.

“I knew that my life had changed. And even when I thought you owned me, something inside me gravitated your way. I knew you were there to save me, and I don’t mean just from Distraho,” Riley whispered as she ran her hands over Cyprian’s broad shoulders. “Life’s been throwing me a lot of curve balls lately, and I’ve grown a little jaded. I’ve never been able to depend on a lot of people.”

“I know.” Cyprian gently cupped her cheeks. “I am sorry for the part I played in hurting you. I did not earn your trust or your affection.” Riley saw raw vulnerability when Cyprian spoke.

“I’m just as guilty, because deep down I knew. I knew, but I let everything get in the way. I am yours, Cyprian.”

“Say it again,” Cyprian insisted, as he rest his forehead against hers.

“Cyprian de Praefectus, I am yours,” Riley said as she brushed her lips against his.

As the words made it past her lips, Cyprian curled his hips. Riley finished on a gasp, which turned into a groan, as his cock stretched her wide. Cyprian pressed deeper, the knots on his shaft slipping past her slick folds, and rubbing against her straining walls. Riley nearly forgot what else she wanted to tell Cyprian, when the head of his cock struck the bundle of nerves on the roof of her vagina.

“Cyprian,” she mewled with a breathy gasp.

“Yes,” he replied with a strained, lust-filled snarl, as his nose brushed against her cheek.

“Before you make it so everything I say is gibberish. I want to tell you,” Riley paused so she could look into his eyes. “I love you.”