“That means she’s going to stay here on Blackstar, doesn’t it?” asked a hopeful-sounding Keiden.
Kara smiled at him. “Yes.”
The class erupted into cheers. As Adan carried Kara through the doorway, she heard Keiden say, “I guess it’s okay if they kiss, if it will make Ms. Marks stay.”
She laughed and Adan could not help but grin like a besotted fool. He wanted to shout to the skies, to every star, to every person and every living thing on this world.
He could not reach their chambers fast enough. Kara nibbled at his neck and made small sounds of pleasure as he carried her through the many hallways. Too many hallways. He nearly mowed down two junior knights, Dominik, and a pleasure-partner, in his rush to get his woman to his room.
When they reached the chamber door Kara moved her lips to the corner of his mouth. When he placed his hand to the ID screen, the door slid up. He kissed her and they stumbled inside.
Their lips locked in a wild and passionate dance as the door lowered behind them. He dropped to his knees and pressed her back against the floor. Fire burned in his loins, and his cock was hard enough to drill though gemstones.
Her mouth tore away from his and she kissed a trail from his lips to the line of his jaw. “Fuck me, Adan.”
“No.” He captured her face between his palms, halting her kisses and forcing her to look at him. “Make love to you.”
“Yes.” Her pussy was so wet and her nipples so hard, she couldn’t wait to get him inside of her.
Adan ground his mouth against hers, bruising her lips. His stubble chafed her skin and his hands slid into her curls. Kara kissed back with all the intensity of her desire, of her love.
They both made sounds of pleasure, groans and soft moans. Adan rolled onto his back, and brought her on top, straddling him, her pussy pressed against his cock. Kara tore her mouth from his and stared down at his strong features. She brought her thumb to his mouth and gasped as he caught it between his teeth in a soft bite.
“I love everything about you.” She spread her fingers over his cheek, feeling the sandpaper-rough stubble against the pads of her fingers. “The way you treat me like a precious treasure, the way your eyes soften when you see children. I love the respect your people have for you, and the way you return that respect. I love how firm you are in your leadership, yet how gentle and kind you can be, too. On the outside you’re a big ol’ bear, but inside you’re a nothing but a softie.”
Adan grunted, but she could see the pleasure in his eyes.
He held onto her and rolled her so that she was on her back and he was between her thighs again.
She met his intense expression, those dark eyes filled with such emotion it almost brought her to tears.
“You are everything to me.” Adan’s tone was gruff, as if he was choked with emotion. “I love the way you smile, your laughter. I love your courage, your strength.” He gave a little grin. “Your temper, too.”
Kara gave him a playful swat.
His expression grew serious again. “I love how you care for those around you, how you treat the Clans’ children as if they were your own. I love your strength of character and how you made the right choice—a choice I was too blind to see until it was almost too late—to save a race of people. I love everything about you, Kara Marks.”
She had never experienced such sheer joy in her life as she did at that moment.
Their eyes remained locked as Adan rose up, took Kara’s hand, and eased her to her feet as he stood. He brought her palm to his lips and she gasped when he flicked his tongue over the scar. Still holding her, he moved his free hand to the curl at her forehead. He gave it a little tug, let it spring back into place, and gave her a crooked smile.
The memory of the first time they had met washed over her. How he had studied her, how he had touched her like he was now. They had come full circle.
Adan pulled away and led her to the bed. They stood beside it, just holding hands for a moment.
He released her to brush his knuckles across her cheek, over her jaw and down the curve of her throat. Kara shivered as his fingers met the cloth of her tunic and he traced her skin along the neckline, and then trailed one finger lazily down between her breasts… A slow, sensual exploration that took her breath away.
She couldn’t wait for him, but she didn’t want him to hurry. She loved this side of him, the gentleness and sensuality he showed when they were alone. He was a fierce warrior, her honorable knight, and her passionate, caring lover.
Adan brought his hands to the hem of her tunic and carefully brought it up as she helped him remove it. She stood before him, her nipples tightening beneath his fiery gaze.
“You are such a beauty, inside, as well as out.” His palm rested on one of her breasts, the heat of his hand driving wild sensations through her core.
Kara could barely breathe. His words, the way he touched her, it was incredible. He continued his exploration of her body, as if touching her, seeing her for the first time. He caressed his rough hands over her soft skin, trailed his mouth and tongue along her curves, and sucked on her nipples until she could barely stand to take such sweet torture any longer.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her harem pants and peeled them off inch by aching inch. As he did, he nuzzled her mound and breathed deeply of her scent as she moaned.
Gripping her hips in his large palms, Adan began exploring her belly, hips, and thighs with his mouth. Her legs trembled and her heart pounded out a steady rhythm.
When his tongue found her folds, she cried out and nearly dropped to her knees. He licked her in long hungry strokes, a low growl emanating from him. Pleasure built up in her, winding tighter and tighter, until it exploded and her cry ripped through the room.
While Kara still shook from her orgasm, Adan rose up until he again towered over her.
His cock jerked in his breeches as he studied her passion-glazed eyes and her flushed cheeks.
“I wish for you to taste what I taste, the sweetness of your essence,” he said as he lowered his lips, moist with her juices, to her mouth.
She gave soft moan and opened for him, as his lips met hers. He gripped her shoulders tight within his hands, as he devoured her, tasted her juices, tasted all of her.
When they broke away, Kara tugged at the hem of his tunic. “I think I’ll take over from here.”
The corner of his mouth twitched at the seriousness of her expression. He helped her remove his tunic, then clenched his fists at his sides as she began her own exploration. Adan bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to hold back from taking Kara now. He allowed her to take her time, to kiss and nibble and lick his flesh. By the skies, her lips were so soft, her tongue so wet and warm. She lightly scraped her teeth down his abs and he sucked in his breath as she neared his waistband. He thanked the skies that her fingers were nimble as she unfastened his breeches, freeing his cock. He had barely been able to breathe, as tight as the cloth had constricted him.
Kara sighed and got to her knees. “Such a perfect specimen of manhood.” She glanced up with a teasing smile and her tongue darted along her lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He was certain he could not wait either.
But instead of sliding her mouth over his cock, she pushed his breeches down, trailing her tongue along his skin, doing what he had done to her.
He was definitely regretting his earlier erotic torture of Kara. At least his cock was.
When she finally grasped his erection in her small hand and licked the head of his cock, his groan reverberated throughout his chambers.
“Serves you right, you know,” she said, giving his cock another swipe of her tongue. And then, before he could respond, she slid her mouth over his length and all thought vanished from his mind.
Her mouth—so hot, so wet, so welcoming. She moved her hand in tandem with her mouth, stroking the sensitive skin of his shaft. She fondled his balls, caressing them lightly, causing him to groan from
the sheer pleasure of it.
Kara sucked him until he could take it no more. He pulled his cock from her mouth then reached down, caught her by the waist, and laid her on the bed.
The bed covering was soft to Kara’s back, but the man sliding between her thighs was rock-hard muscle. He braced himself over her, his long hair falling over his shoulders to caress her nipples.
His eyes said everything. Told her how much he cared for her, loved her. And she knew her eyes reflected that love right back to him. It filled her heart and soul with such happiness it was almost painful.
“Let me in, love,” he murmured as he put the head of his cock at the entrance to her core.
“You already are,” she whispered.
Adan plunged into her and held still. She gasped at the sensation of him stretching her, filling her. No matter how many times they had made love, this moment was always delicious—when he entered her and made her his.
In slow steady strokes, Adan began to fuck her. No, make love to her.
Spirals of pleasure whirled through her, intertwining with the love she felt for Adan. She thrust up to meet him at every stroke, holding back her orgasm as long as she could, wanting to make this time last forever.
She could see the fine rein of control in his eyes, the tenseness of his jaw. Sweat rolled down his brow and their perspiration mingled as their bodies met with each thrust.
Kara’s climax built and built and built. The spirals of pleasure became more intense, and colors swirled in her mind. She could no longer think, could only feel.
“Join me, love,” Adan said. “Come with me.”
The spirals of pleasure burst from Kara and all she saw was prisms of light. Her cry echoed through the room, joining with Adan’s as his cock pulsed within her core. This was far, far more amazing than her climaxes had been with the pendant. Now it was her love for Adan that made it so very incredible. So much better than ever before.
As her orgasm slowly faded, Adan’s face gradually came back into focus. He was breathing hard, his gaze locked on her with that soul-deep look that melted her very soul.
Kara smiled up at him. “You know I intend to make you keep your promise, don’t you?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “What promise?”
She brushed a long strand of hair away from his brow. “That I’m yours forever and ever.”
“Love, that’s a promise I intend to keep for eternity.”
About the author:
Cheyenne McCray is a thirty-something wild thing at heart, with a passion for sensual romance and a happily-ever-after...but always with a twist. A University of Arizona alumnus, Chey has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew that one day she would write novels, and with her love of fantasy and romance, combined with her passionate nature, erotic romance is a perfect genre for her. In addition to her adult work, Chey is also published in young adult literary fiction under another name. Chey enjoys spending time with her husband and three sons, traveling, working out at the health club, playing racquetball, and of course writing, writing, writing.
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Also by Cheyenne McCray:
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Seraphine Chronicles 2: Bewitched
Seraphine Chronicles 3: Spellbound
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Vampire Dreams – with Annie Windsor
Wild 1: Wildfire
Wild 2: Wildcat
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Wonderland 2: King of Spades
Wonderland 3: King of Diamonds
Wonderland 4: King of Clubs
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