Marko straightened and went to her. Her eyes widened as she studied his erection. She could have no doubts as to how much he wanted her.
She swallowed hard as he picked up the tail of her braid and slowly undid it, letting her hair cascade over her shoulders. “We need to add your pants to the top of the branches. That should just about do it.”
She nodded and didn’t stop him as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. It was strange to see such things in person. He knew what zippers were and how to work them, but he was amazed by such a creation. And he knew the world was filled with such wonders. But the greatest wonder in the world was standing in front of him, allowing him to remove her clothing, making herself vulnerable to him.
His heart swelled as he went down on one knee in front of her and urged her right foot up. He tugged off her sneaker and sock before skimming the thicker material of her pants off. Then he did the same with the left foot. The only thing left was the tiny fragment of material that covered her mound. Panties. He knew from absorbing the information from the world around him that they were called panties and were designed not so much to cover a woman but to drive a man insane. He wanted to touch the treasure they hid from his view, to stroke his finger over her heated folds to see if she was damp with arousal.
Marko traced the thin band that ran over her flat tummy just below her belly button. Her skin was warm and her muscles quivered beneath his touch. He leaned inward and inhaled deeply, drawing her womanly scent into his nostrils. She was just as sweet and spicy as he remembered from his dream. This time he would do more than just smell her. This time he would taste and savor every part of her body.
“Beautiful.” He ran his finger down the front of the thin fabric. He easily felt the springy curls hidden beneath. He smiled as she tilted her hips forward ever so slightly, silently asking for more of his touch.
“Marko.” His name was little more than a puff of air on the night breeze, but he heard it all the same. The desperation and need in that single word set his blood pumping and his muscles rippling. How he wanted this woman.
In answer to her plea, he slid his finger along the satiny crotch of her panties. It was wet and hot. He brushed her clit and she moaned. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
He looked up, needing to see her face. Kellsie’s head was tilted back, her lips parted on a soundless cry. Her chest was moving rapidly as her breathing increased. She was as beautiful as any goddess he’d ever seen. And he’d seen more than his share. The difference between them was that Kellsie held nothing back, giving freely of herself. She expected nothing from him but an exchange of pleasure.
She shivered and goose bumps raced down her legs. He frowned, wishing it was warmer. He didn’t notice the chill, but Kellsie was only human. “Come.” He rose to his feet, grabbed her pants and spread them over their makeshift bed. When he reached out his hand she took it without hesitation.
He closed his fingers around hers, reveling in her trust. The only thing that marred the moment was her inability to see it as anything but a dream. Maybe that was for the best. Reality would intrude soon enough. Marko counted his blessings that they were alone. He’d know if anyone intruded in the woods. The animals, along with his own heightened senses, would warn him.
He led her to the clothes-covered mound of branches and held her hand as she settled gracefully onto the pile. The sharp scent of pine filled the air as she settled back, letting her fingers slip from his. Masculine possession rose up within him as she sprawled across the bed he’d provided, wearing nothing but her sexy underwear and her necklace.
Marko fell to his knees at her slender, shapely feet. Even the dirt on her soles couldn’t detract from their attractiveness. They were so feminine. His feet were large and functional. He loved the differences between the male and female bodies. And Kellsie had an exceptional one.
One meant to be worshiped in the most basic of ways.
He captured her ankles with his hands and pushed her legs open until there was enough room for him between them. Her breath hitched as he stroked up her calves all the way to her knees. She let out a little gasp when his hands went higher to her milky white thighs. He wanted them clasped around the sides of his head as he pleasured her with his mouth and tongue and lips.
He growled low and long. Fluid was leaking from the tip of his cock. He was running out of time. But he had to taste her first.
Marko slid his fingers beneath the band of her panties and slowly peeled them down her legs. He had to move in order to get them off, but he was back in position the moment he tugged them away. He set her panties carefully aside.
Kellsie watched him, her eyes half-closed, her lips moist as though she’d been licking them. He leaned forward and cupped her face with his hands. The motion pushed his cock against her sex, sliding it over her slick, pink folds. They both groaned as she squirmed, trying to get him closer.
Marko had to suck air into his lungs and remind himself to breathe. Neither of them spoke. The moment was too charged, both of them sensing the vulnerability of the other. It was as if they knew no words would be enough, all would fall short of what was happening between them.
He stroked her slender neck, her delicate collarbone and down her arms. He could feel the muscle there and knew she wasn’t weak, but neither was she anywhere near as strong as he was. He marveled at her ability to trust, to give herself to him so completely. He vowed not to disappoint her.
Her breasts were incredible—full and crowned with large pink nipples. The tips were puckered and taut. He cupped the mounds in his hands and traced his thumbs around the edges of her nipples, never quite touching them.
Kellsie moved restlessly beneath him, grinding her pelvis against his, searching for release. The first time would be quick for her. He could sense it. Wanted it.
Marko leaned forward and took one sweet nipple into his mouth, using his fingers to tease the other. A whimper of need broke from her lips. He curled his tongue around the hard nub before sucking on it.
She bucked beneath him, her body hot and alive with growing desire. He reluctantly released her breast and kissed a path down her ribs. Her waist was small but her hips flared out in a womanly form. He’d take more time to examine every inch of her later. If there was a later, a voice in the back of his mind reminded him. He ignored the taunt and pushed his hands beneath her firm ass, lifting her closer.
She cried out, the passionate sound echoing off the walls as he brought his mouth to her pussy. His tongue rasped up one side and down the other. Ambrosia couldn’t taste better than Kellsie did. Sweet like honey. Spicy like cinnamon. All woman. Marko consumed her with a hunger he didn’t think he’d ever sate.
He probed and licked and sucked at her outer lips. Her clit was peeking out from its protective hood and he captured it gently between his lips, flicking his tongue over it. Kellsie’s fingers tugged at his hair, holding him to her. Her heels dug into his back as she arched into him.
Marko felt drunk on her essence. Her little cries of pleasure threatened to make his cock explode. He had to finish this now.
Cupping her ass with one hand, he inserted the other between her thighs. He eased one finger into her and had to grit his teeth to keep from coming. Her inner muscles sucked him into her heated channel. He withdrew and inserted two fingers this time, stretching her, preparing her to take his cock.
She rocked against him, fast and furious now, reaching for the orgasm hovering just out of reach. Marko started to work a third finger into her pussy. She stiffened and he sucked hard on her clit.
Kellsie screamed. It split the night around them. She jerked in his arms, her hips bucking so hard she almost pushed him aside. Marko worked her with his mouth and fingers until he sensed she’d had enough. Carefully, he eased away, sat back on his heels and stared down at her. Kellsie’s hair was plastered to her scalp and shoulders, a bead of sweat trickled between her breasts. He leaned down and licked away the salty drop.
/> She moaned and laughed at the same time. It was an odd sound, a happy sound. She licked her lips and stared up at him. “That was…that was…” She shook her head. He understood her dilemma. There weren’t words to describe the strength of the bond already forged between them.
Marko should have been worried. Instead, he couldn’t wait to get inside her. He leaned forward, bracing one hand beside her shoulder. Using his other hand, he guided the head of his cock toward her and brushed her slick folds. She gasped and he moaned. If he didn’t get inside her soon he was going to come on top of her.
“Kellsie?” It had to be her choice, her decision.
She reached out her hand and cupped the side of his face, brushing her thumb over his cheek. She let her fingers slip down his jaw and neck until her palm covered his heart. His chest tightened. His cock roared for release but he ignored it.
She nodded.
The final restraint broken, he drove his cock into her.
Chapter Ten
Kellsie couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. Her skin was alive with sensation. Every square inch tingled. She’d never been more aware of her body or of herself as a woman in her entire life.
Her head was still spinning, her chest aching from the explosive release. She’d orgasmed before, but none of her previous experiences has been like this one. It had been off the charts, like the fireworks from Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve all rolled into one.
And it was only the beginning.
As if a tether had finally snapped, Marko surged inside her, pushing past the natural resistance of her body. Her inner muscles quivered and stretched to accept his long, thick shaft.
But he would not be denied. He pushed steadily until she thought there was no way she’d be able to take all of him. He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. “Stop fighting me.” He kissed her gently, his lips firm but soft against hers.
“I’m trying.” She concentrated on breathing in and out. Slow, deep, steady breaths. Her leg muscles were tense, so she forced them to relax.
She was very aware of the scratchiness of the branches beneath her where their discarded clothing didn’t quite cover every needle. She should be cold as it was the darkest part of the night, but she wasn’t. Not with the heat they were generating.
The astringent scent of pine, the rich smells of the earth and the arousing aroma of masculinity and sex surrounded her. He shifted position, his large hands holding her hips captive as he continued to forge his way into her. He was gentle, but there was no escaping him. Nor did she want to.
He was relentless, like the wind and the ocean tides. He would have her.
But she would have him too.
Planting her feet on the ground, she shoved her hips upward. The fullness inside her bordered on pain, but it felt incredibly good. He was so large and hot and alive, more real than dream.
Kellsie paused for a moment, uncertainty eating at her. She nibbled her bottom lip as she studied his face. His eyes were heavy lidded, his lips parted on a low snarl. He was feral and wild, something more than a man. His hair brushed his massive shoulders and his eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight filtering in through the cave opening.
“More.” He ground his hips against her, circling them. Each rotation moved him closer to his goal. Sweat rolled down his temples.
He reached between her thighs and stroked her clit with his thumb. The shock reverberated throughout her body. Moaning, she stared up at him, wondering if she’d survive his lovemaking. It was so intense and overwhelming.
It’s a dream, she reminded herself.
Marko pulled Kellsie tight against his groin and groaned, a sound half pleasure and half pain. While the fit was snug, he was finally seated to the hilt. He throbbed within her, causing mini ripples to roll up and down her channel.
Kellsie was just getting used to the feeling when he pulled back slightly and surged inward again. Forget the fact that she’d just orgasmed, she was primed and ready again. It should have been impossible. She’d never been a multiple-orgasm gal before, not even in the privacy of her own home with her battery-operated boyfriend.
A dream?
It didn’t feel like one. And, if she was being honest with herself, it never really had. It was all too raw and real and…frightening. Marko was touching her to depths no other man had, and not just physically. There was a connection between them that defied logic and reason. He filled her heart, made her wish for things she’d never had, like a real home and someone to share it with.
For a woman who shied away from commitment, who feared losing herself in a relationship, it was terrifying. “Marko.” She said his name, not quite sure what, if anything she wanted to say to him.
She was having sex with a man she’d just met, a man who might very well be an immortal warrior. After all, she’d seen him turn into a bear before her very eyes. And if she wasn’t drugged and this wasn’t a dream, then that left only one alternative—it was real. He was real.
She should stop him, but she didn’t want to. Not now. Not when she was experiencing the best lovemaking of her entire life.
Oblivious to her internal turmoil, he continued to thrust in and out, his strokes getting harder and faster. He reached down, gathered her into his arms and sat back. The motion displayed his incredible strength and drove him even deeper into her tight channel.
Kellsie’s gasp quickly turned to a whimper as Marko lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. He raked sharp teeth over her skin, sending a shiver of delight down her spine. She clutched at his shoulders, his hair, never wanting him to stop.
She rocked her hips, moving up and down to help him. Not that he seemed to need it. His strength knew no bounds. He handled her as if she weighed nothing.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride, concentrating on each and every sensation that raced through her body and over her skin. The cool night breeze was a welcome contrast to the heat between them. Goose bumps raced down her arms even as a bead of sweat trickled down her temple.
His hands were firm on her hips as he lifted and lowered her over his cock. He pulled almost all the way out before filling her once again. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming for release.
The tiny flutters in her channel were the first indication she was close. Marko’s hands were everywhere, running up and down her spine, shaping her butt as he took them both to the brink, at the back of her head holding her steady as he kissed her. It was if he had to touch her everywhere.
She stroked his biceps, his pectorals, marveling at the slabs of muscles, his thick neck, his broad shoulders. She could feel him growing even larger within her. His movements were frantic, and she clutched at him, holding on to the only secure thing in this wild, crazy ride.
He roared out her name as he came hard and fast. She felt the blast of wet heat inside her and then she was coming. Tilting back her head, she arched her hips into him and cried out. The release went on and on until she feared she’d pass out.
Out of strength, she fell forward, allowing him to support her. His arms banded around her, holding her close. His heart pounded against hers and she smiled as she buried her face in the curve of his neck, nuzzling his warm, salty skin.
Gradually, her breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to normal. The sounds of the night penetrated the haze of sexual satisfaction that enveloped her, making her very aware they were in a cave in the middle of the forest. Marko rubbed her back, his palm making small circles against her skin. It was comforting. Nice. Not something she expected after such hot sex.
She leaned back and smiled at him. “Boy, if this was a dream, I really wouldn’t want to wake up.”
In the blink of an eye, the mood changed. The indulgent lover was gone, replaced by the warrior. He narrowed his gaze, studying her until she began to feel uncomfortable. His cock was still pulsing deep in her core, causing minor spasms to rock her. She wasn’t ready for a conversation, but that didn’t stop Marko.
“How long are you going to deny the truth?”
Defensively, she crossed her arms over her chest and tried to get off him. He simply tightened his hold on her, anchoring her on his lap.
“Your truth, you mean.” But she knew she could not deny the truth any longer. This was something beyond her reality.
A man did not become a bear. Not unless there were hallucinatory drugs involved. And she didn’t feel drugged. She felt fine, but maybe she only thought she was fine.
God, she was making herself nuts trying to reason all this out.
Marko sighed and carefully lifted her off his lap. She sucked in a breath as his penis withdrew. He wasn’t quite hard but he wasn’t exactly flaccid yet either. The thick erection dragged over her sensitive core sending spasms of delight through her. She chewed on her bottom lip to keep from begging him not to leave her.
He lay back on their makeshift bed, tugging her down beside him. Tenderly, he brushed a long, blonde lock away from her face. “Kellsie, no matter how much you wish this was a dream, it is real. I am a warrior of the Lady of the Beasts, imprisoned by Hades thousands of years ago. You have freed me and have become part of this ancient battle for power.”
She shivered, the night air suddenly cold. It chilled her skin and penetrated her soul. She remembered her dream and the man she never saw, the one with the suave, slick voice that gave her the heebie-jeebies. She really didn’t want to believe Hades had invaded her dreams, but she was beginning to believe he had.
Marko held her closer, rubbing his hands over her shoulders and arms, sharing his body heat with her. “Everything will be okay.”
She shook her head. “If what you’re saying is true, then you can’t guarantee that.” And what was she thinking to even entertain the idea that this was real? A realist, that’s what. The cold air, the hard cave floor, the man before her, who she’d seen only in a dream before now, it was all very real.
Kellsie pushed away from Marko’s warm embrace and sat. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. It would be too easy to depend on Marko. He appeared to be everything the other men in her life hadn’t been—dependable, strong, someone she could count on. Appeared was the keyword though. When push came to shove, he’d do what was best for him. It was what everyone did.
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