“What happened?”
“I never saw them again but Trylee was found dead in her room two days later. She’d been poisoned. At first people accused me of killing her. The only thing that saved me was that I was in training and had left the castle the day before her death. I was glad I was gone. Hylia’s death…then Trylee.”
Anguish punctured his expression, filling his eyes for a long moment.
“You aren’t to blame,” she said again.
“No? I’ll never be certain. If I hadn’t treated Trylee that way…”
“You were young. A mere boy. Trylee committed murder. Misused her abilities.”
She could see he wasn’t entirely convinced. Before she could think of anything else to say he stuffed one hand into the hair at the back of her head. His gaze went half-mast, turning red with the sexual heat that thrummed between them.
Magon, she ached, felt feverish as he drew her into a kiss. This was his answer. Whether he trusted her or not he wanted her, and the thick cock pressing between her legs made her squirm and desire more.
His mouth didn’t tease but launched into a full, unadulterated seduction of lips to lips. Heartbeat thundering in her ears, she clutched at his shoulders and surrendered to the mystery. Now he touched her entire body, his attention relentless as her tunic went over her head and left her topless. Breast pressed chest, hair on his well-delineated pecs teased her nipples. She gasped and moaned as he slipped a hand into her pants and squeezed her buttocks. With a swift move he rolled her over and under him.
A soft, unrestrained joy took hold of Mia as she reveled in her strength. She held two important things. Whether she would have sex with him and whether their attachment lived and burned brightly enough to save her life forever.
Forever.
No. No. She would forget for this timeless moment that only an emotional connection with him could keep her alive. Mia pretended that perhaps he loved her with all his soul. She surrendered to the notion, glorying in the moments she knew now, on this day, in Imekland, in Bardannia Castle.
Moments smoothed one into the other. She groaned softly as he rolled to the side. She wanted to draw him back and to beg him not to stop. Yet she understood why he’d withdrawn a little, why his gaze asked questions. She hadn’t said the words signaling her total acceptance.
“Please.” Mia’s voice sounded strong to her own ears. “Please make love to me.”
“By the god, I thought you’d never say it.” Eryk’s voice was rusty with harsh emotion, echoed in the fervency of his gaze. “Say it again. I need to know I’m not dreaming. Say it so I can take off these trousers.” A smile curved his mouth. “So I can touch you, taste you the way you deserve.”
She did one better. Her body was alive in ways it never had been before and she writhed in his arms. She wanted his hands all over her, teaching her everything about sex. She reached down and pulled her filmy pants off her legs and tossed the garment aside. She lay naked, exposed. Once she’d thought shame would touch her when a man saw her completely naked, if a man ever saw her this vulnerable. But no. On Magonia there wouldn’t have been a time like this with a man like Eryk.
Mia reached for his face, cupping the stubble-rough jawline. “Take off your trousers, Eryk. Show me what making love is like. What it means to love this way at least once.”
“Draconus.” The word came out sharp, a definitive curse. “If you allow it, it will be twice. Three times. As many times as you want. I will thrust inside you until you come again and again.”
The fervency of his promise made her tremble inside with added excitement. Another hot rush of moisture dampened her pussy lips and made her ache high inside her core.
Mia trembled on the brink of a miraculous step, having shed inhibitions and worries. Happiness burst forth. “Yes. Yes. A dozen times yes. Make love to me.”
He smiled, a brilliant grin more handsome and wonderful than she’d seen on his face before. Eryk left the bed and turned away from her. He drew off his trousers with quick movements. As light from the single candle near the bedstand illuminated his naked, broad shoulders, she couldn’t turn away from the sight of muscles rippling down his back and the taut, hard structure of his buttocks. He turned toward her and golden light danced over a masculine form more glorious and amazing than she could have imagined. She’d seen his chest and stomach muscles before and caught glances of his hard flanks and powerful calves. But oh. Oh. The dark hair on his chest fanned over his stomach and arrowed down. Down to spread in a bush around his cock. Yes, she’d heard and read these instruments of male possession were referred to as cocks. Penises. Other titles. His manhood, so thick, erect and long. It stood upright against his belly and the shy part of her wondered how his cock could fit inside her.
Cock. Yes indeed.
“It’s so big,” she said without thinking.
He laughed softly. “It is no bigger than any other Daryk One’s.”
“Oh my.”
His smile remained. “It’s for your pleasure. And I know how to use it well.”
As she looked up into his eyes the red was there, burning for her, asking her to take him. A Daryk One. A forbidden man in an act she’d never believed she’d experience. He climbed into the bed with her, covers drawn back, exposing her body. Tenderness made her reach out and want to please him.
“No.” His low voice, raspy with arousal, denied her. “This is for you first.”
The idea amazed her as nothing else had. Under his kisses, his touch, she always forgot. Always allowed passion to mask all worries. She’d do the same now. He drew her to his side but far enough away he could caress a slow, hot path from breastbone to breast. He didn’t cup or touch her breasts so much as skim the outsides, exploring with his gaze too. Hot red desire seemed to boil from inside her to match the heat in his eyes. She yearned, wanting his touch beyond anything else. Her body moistened, sweetening the ache between her legs. Closing her eyes, she fell into his exploration. Felt. Enjoyed as his touch traced over her neck, around her ears, his lips following increment by increment. Featherlight brushes of skin on skin. Mia drew a deep breath, shivering with delight when his breath teased her earlobe and cheek. He swept his tongue over one nipple and she gasped at the wonderful delight. She opened her eyes to a sight more staggering than any she’d seen before. His dark head, his lips molding her nipple. He sucked and flicked the hard nubbin with sweeps of his tongue until she tingled. Sweet pleasure burned and she groaned, unable to hold back. He worked the other nipple, pinching, caressing with calloused fingers. She quivered as the foreign sensation made her restless. Eager for more.
More. More.
She grabbed at his shoulders as he sweetly punished the other nipple with long, wet licks and kept it satisfied with teasing touches. She writhed under the sensation, hot and overwhelmed.
She realized she was whispering, crazy with wanting. “Please, Eryk.”
He peppered a heated path down her stomach, touches first and kisses second. Her core longed for something. She ached, feeling empty and needing something more. When he reached for her thighs she trembled. He spread them, staring at her vulnerable place. A flush spread on his cheeks, his lips parted. Eryk slid down on the bed and before she understood what he planned he caressed her folds with tender brushes. Mia gasped, astonished by the pleasure that grew in surges. He slipped two fingers into her wet channel and she moaned again as he filled her. His lips sealed to hers. He withdrew his fingers and brushed them over that supersensitive area in the nest of curls between her thighs and a jolt of incredible pleasure spiked. She moaned into his mouth but his teasing continued. The pleasure grew deep inside and in the tingling, private button he reverently caressed. Again and again he gently teased her button until the pleasure rose so high she gasped and moaned.
She tore her mouth from his just as ecstasy rocked her, spreading from where he caressed. She shook with the most extraordinary bliss. Yet as the pleasure settled, leaving her panting and happy, she hoped t
he best was yet to occur. He lowered his body between her legs, his head level with her open femininity. Around them she detected a scent both musky and intoxicating. She closed her eyes, eager to know the unknown, to receive whatever gifts he wished to give. He flicked his tongue over her button and she almost shot up in surprise, writhing at the feathering strokes that tickled and pleased. He slipped two fingers into her pussy and a sharp pinch made her gasp in surprise. Licking, he tasted her folds as he thrust his fingers in and out. The sensation of his fingers caressing the walls of her pussy drove her wild. His fingers moved easily in her creamy wetness. Pleasure shot through Mia, quaking her limbs, shaking her to the core as the delicious friction increased. She cried out at the pleasure.
As she came down from the heady bliss she’d experienced since they’d begun to make love, he crawled up her body. She opened her eyes as Eryk settled his hips against hers. His cock teased her folds and she lifted her hips in reaction. God Magon she wanted it so much. She was held on the edge, wondering and anticipating.
He cupped her head and looked into her eyes. “Take me, my sweet Mia. Take my energy and use it for your own. Let me give you life.”
She smiled into those fiery red eyes, feeling power gather inside her like a force that didn’t belong to her. She drank it greedily, craved it with a huge hunger she’d never experienced before this moment.
As his thickness edged into her body she said, “Oh. Oh my.”
He frowned. “Does it hurt? I tried to prepare you.”
“It doesn’t hurt. It feels…amazing.”
He smiled and continued and she closed her eyes. Thick and hard, his cock entered slowly.
“Easy and slow,” he whispered.
“More.”
He moaned softly and buried his face in her neck. He thrust, pleasuring as he spread her open a little more.
Again he pulled back and she lifted her hips, dying for more. “Please, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Fire licked at her loins, building higher by the moment.
Eryk pushed harder then drew back until his cock almost left her wet, aching channel.
She punched at his shoulders in frustration, not knowing how to ask for exactly what she wanted other than to say again, “Please. Don’t stop!”
With another growl he thrust again until his hips locked flush with hers. Eryk’s strength could have frightened her but instead his power and amazing body drew her into a place of comfort and safety. He rested, unmoving. She lifted against him instinctively. Wanting more. Wanting whatever came next with an urge so strong it seemed out of her control, an animal side to her she hadn’t realized she owned until now.
Eryk kissed her forehead and she palmed his sides, his silk-over-steel skin. He felt so exquisite around her, over her and within.
“Feel me.” He gasped the words, his voice almost a growl.
As she held on to his back, his hips began to stir against her, pressing that pleasure button until the excitement stirring within her was brought to life yet again.
“Magon.” She heard her voice whispering but she couldn’t hold back. “Yes. Yes.”
He thrust slowly, dragging his hard length back and then inching deep. Each stroke brought her pleasure higher until he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, stronger.
“Mia.” His voice sounded strained, begging.
By now her body moved with his instinctively, hips rising and falling, searching for a culmination to this beautiful joining dancing just out of reach.
He arched above her, powering his hips deeper, harder, faster until the heat could no longer be contained. She screamed as a climax burst in her center but he didn’t stop. Each deep, hammering push of his flesh into her pussy made her body long for more. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her body singing as she accepted every pounding thrust.
“Come for me again!” he demanded.
As if her body was tuned to him in every way, another orgasm pulsed up from her center, tightening her body around his with exquisite, blissful completion. Eryk growled as he thrust and held deep, trembling as he panted and slowly lowered himself upon her.
Chapter Nine
Eryk awakened with a bundle of achingly beautiful woman in his arms. Mia’s head rested on his shoulder, her arm was thrown over his waist and her breath fanning his chest. He caressed her arm, enjoying the softness of her skin. Draconus, he ached to make love to her again, his cock hard. A profound change stirred. Instinct awakened deep within that couldn’t be denied any longer. Being inside Mia, feeling her tight, hot channel clench and tremble around him… By the god. Of the women he’d bedded before, some had known the rules of lovemaking, had creatively made him feel ecstasy. But none had blown his head off with pleasure the way this woman did. He looked forward to ravishing her body over and over. Panic suddenly hit him and his eyes popped open. He glanced down, craning his neck to see Mia in her naked glory. Her body was a wonder. She wasn’t perfect, at least not in the sense some men deemed perfect. Her shoulders and collarbone looked fragile, her skin so white, her cheeks too hollow. Her hips flared slightly, her legs long and graceful. No, he was wrong. Dead wrong. Mia was a beauty beyond compare. Suddenly he couldn’t imagine another woman in his arms. Only Mia.
Her eyes fluttered open and she dazzled him with a smile. “Hello.”
He kissed her nose. “Feel all right?”
“Wonderful. I’m…I feel strong. Stronger than I’ve ever felt.”
Joy bubbled up and he recognized it even though he didn’t think he’d felt it before. He threw away his vow and rolled her over, pressing her precious body against his. She smiled up at him.
“What is it?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful, Mia Griffi. The most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
Brilliance radiated from her eyes, then tears.
“What’s wrong?” He caressed her cheek.
“No one has ever said that to me before.”
“Men in Magonia must be ignorant to anything but their own selfishness.”
She sighed but her smile didn’t disappear. “Most. Not all.” She shrugged. “They are born to think that way. It’s in our culture that men are considered superior to women.”
“Still, the all didn’t tell you how beautiful you were. Their loss.”
An even bigger smile broke over her face. She ran her palm over his shoulder, down his biceps and chest. When her touch reached his stomach muscles he jerked in reaction.
“Umm.” He caught her fingers and brought them up to kiss. “Watch out. You never know what could happen when you do that.”
Wickedness danced in her eyes. “I do know what’ll happen if I do that.”
“Then please carry on.” He grinned.
Mia pulled him closer for a kiss. A soul-stirring kiss. She tasted him as if it had never happened before, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. It intoxicated him. Made him insane with need for her. Still he restrained himself, not wanting to rush her. She didn’t seem to care and when her tongue thrust into his mouth with a bold stroke, he groaned. His cock hardened to stone instantly. He kissed her with ravenous attention, meeting her tongue with aggressive thrusts of his own. He clasped her ass cheeks and drew her tight into his body, grinding his cock against her belly. He groaned and drew back for air.
“What do you want?” she asked softly, brushing his jaw with her gentle touch.
“Want?”
She allowed her hand to drift down his stomach again to his cock. He hissed in a breath.
“This?” she asked, eyes mischievous.
As she circled his cock and squeezed gently, he almost couldn’t force words past his throat. “Draconus, yes.”
She stroked up and down, squeezing gently enough to torment him. Gods, if she didn’t stop he’d blow any minute and he’d shock her. He paid close attention to her expressions as she worked him into a frenzy. Seeing awakening desire spread over her face made him want to fulfill her wil
dest fantasies. But did she have any wild fantasies? He would find out. In the meantime she palmed his balls, testing and tickling in a way that made him close his eyes and gasp. Pure lustful excitement took him up and wouldn’t let him go. He heard his own panting, the moans she drew forth from him.
Her mouth covered him and his eyes flew open. She halted and looked at him, innocence and curiosity mixed in her expression.
“Draconus.” He couldn’t believe what she was doing. “Don’t stop.”
With natural skill, she drew upon him as if he provided sustenance. Her wicked tongue flicked across the head of his cock then licked up and down the column. How did she know this? He didn’t care. He’d ask later.
She looked up at him as she licked his cock head and teased it with tiny flicks.
“Mia.”
She didn’t stop, seemingly determined to drive him mad. He fell into the agonizingly sweet torture as she covered his cock as far as she could and sucked and sucked, her tongue a wicked tormentor and her hand pumping him into ecstasy.
Surprise took over his control and before he could pull away from the sweet torment he burst into shuddering orgasm. He poured hot semen into her mouth but she didn’t jerk back in displeasure. Instead she continued to suckle, to lick. He threw his head back as the orgasm went on and on. His groan, guttural and deep, echoed in the room. When he finally stopped coming, he opened his eyes and caught her staring at him with pure pleasure on her face. She licked him clean, and his cock ached with the need for more. He was still hard.
“By all that is holy.” He gasped the words. “Come here.”
Before she could even consider moving away, he grabbed one cheek of her ass, flipped her under him and wedged his hips between her thighs. He teased her hot, wet pussy opening with his cock head. She squealed but it was a sound of delight. He couldn’t hold back another gasp of soul-shaking pleasure as her soft opening tempted him.
“I must fuck you.” His voice sounded rough and heartless to him but he couldn’t seem to control himself. “If you don’t want this, tell me. Tell me now.”
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