Hers to Tame

by Rhenna Morgan

  Fuck.

  Moving fast, he caught her hand, rolled her to her back and pinned her hands on either side of her head. Her startled gasp and subsequent grin was every bit as exhilarating as the electrifying press of her body against his.

  He couldn’t rush this. Wouldn’t. Tonight was too important. “You think you can draw me off point, vozlyublennaya?”

  Her grin deepened to an unrepentant smile. “I can sure try.”

  The minx.

  Part of him wanted to give her what she wanted just to encourage more of her assertive playfulness. But the other part of him—the man bristling for control and aching to make his mark—refused to give way. Needed to set the pace and claim his place.

  “Try all you want then.” With deliberate slowness, he lowered his head and teased her lips with his. “I’ll just draw the moments out longer.” He nipped her lower lip. “Make you wait while I build the ache.” He licked the same spot. “Make it so you beg for release.”

  He sealed his mouth against hers. Let instinct and the carnal connection between them take over. Worshiped the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met. The delicate curve of her hip and the space just above each hipbone. Licked and suckled each straining nipple until her knees eagerly parted and she welcomed him to the cradle of her hips.

  “I still remember the taste of you.” He kissed his way lower, forcing himself not to rush. Funneled all of the waiting and frustration he’d wrestled into fueling her anticipation. “I craved it for days after you refused to see me.” He nuzzled the top of her sex and let his warm breath whisper over her skin. “Wanted to hear those broken sounds you make when you come and lick up every drop.”

  “Kir.” She fisted her hands in his hair and tried to urge him lower. “Please.”

  The scent of her surrounded him, the delicious musk of her arousal blending with her soft moans and mews. He slid his hands beneath her pert ass and lifted her hips toward his mouth. Sampled her swollen folds and indulged in her juices, but avoided the tight, distended bud peeking from beneath its hood.

  “The ache is exquisite, isn’t it?” he said between swipes of his tongue. “Your body trembling and straining for what it remembers, but missing the final piece to put it all together.”

  He flicked her clit with his tongue.

  Her hips jerked, and a ragged groan ripped up her throat.

  “I’m the one who’ll give it to you.” Another teasing lick, one with just a little more pressure that made her body bow in anticipation. “Only me.”

  Her grip tightened, the sharp sting against his scalp making his cock jerk and throb. “You’re killing me.”

  His chuckle slipped out uncensored, pure male satisfaction even to his own ears. “No, malyshka. I’m not killing you.” He circled her clit once. Then again. As lost as she was, he doubted a single word from his lips fully registered, but he shared the truth anyway. “I’m claiming you.”

  He closed his mouth around her. Worked his tongue against the sensitized nub as he suckled and gave her the pressure she wanted.

  She bucked against him. Chased the path to pleasure he’d created and rode his mouth until her cry rang out, her pussy contracting and offering her succulent release for his feast. No inhibitions. No shyness. Just a gloriously hedonistic female taking and relishing in her pleasure.

  And she was his.

  If he’d had any doubts before this moment, they were gone now. Eradicated by the beauty of her vulnerability as she lay open and writhing from the ministrations of his mouth. Annihilated by the crackling connection between them and the promise of one even deeper. More powerful.

  Only when the subtle roll of her hips subsided and the insistent pressure from her hands at the back of his head eased did he lift his head.

  A soft smile tilted her lips, her features softened and relaxed. Her voice was like a steamy summer night—warm, sultry and dark. “Okay, maybe I was wrong.”

  The urge to unleash everything and let the beast free flayed him. Prodded him for action even as the hunter cautioned and reminded him of the ultimate prize. “Is that so?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  He gently nipped the inside of one thigh. “What about?”

  She opened her eyes, the weight of her eyelids that of a woman sated, yet eager for more. Wrapping her legs around his back, she pressed her heels beneath his shoulder blades and guided him upward. “Slow has its benefits.”

  “Indeed.” He eased himself over her, taking time to rebuild her desire and keep his own in check with kisses and teasing caresses up the line of her belly. “Just wait until you see the benefits of what I have planned next.”

  “Yeah?” Her touch along his ribs and the sinuous stroke of her legs against his calves and thighs was a heady combination, but the brush of his cock against her sex was the ultimate temptation. A siren’s most erotic weapon luring him to a place where thoughts and plans had no bearing. She stroked both hands up his torso and whispered against his lips. “Me first.”

  The sharp press of her palms against his pecs was unexpected. The strength behind the action even more so, the drunken haze and feral need he’d kept at bay too long leaving him off centered and unbalanced. He found himself on his back with Cassie kneeling between his legs and her head poised just above his cock in seconds.

  She stroked from his knees toward his hips and smiled at him, delighted wickedness shining behind her eyes. With an excruciatingly tender touch, she coiled her fingers around the base of him. “Let’s see...” She kept her gaze locked to his and leaned closer, her warm breath and the barely-there tickle of her lips along his shaft ripping all the air from his lungs. “I’m supposed to take my time, right?” She licked the tip and his cock jerked. “Drag things out as long as possible?”

  The beast inside him roared and demanded he take control. To palm the back of her head and guide her kiss-swollen mouth down the length of him. Or better yet, throw her to her back and ram himself inside her.

  But that wouldn’t earn her trust. Wouldn’t foster the playful and sexy confidence demonstrated now, and he found he liked that side of her very, very much.

  He folded his hands behind his head, cocked his knees and widened them. “By all means, malyshka. Take whatever time you need. Far be it from me to deny you any pleasure.”

  She chuckled at that, the smug pleasure of a woman all too aware of her feminine impact on a vulnerable man written all over her face. “Trust me. I won’t be the only one feeling pleasure.”

  Warm, wet heat surrounded him. Wiped every shred of reality save the feel of her from existence. The tip of her tongue teasing the ridge beneath his cockhead. The slick glide of her lips around his shaft. The subtle vibration as she took him deep and moaned with pleasure.

  He was lost.

  Enraptured by the stretch of her lips around his girth and the candy pink of her tongue against his straining flesh. By the sheer devotion and concentration of each and every move. It wasn’t a task for her. Not an obligatory function meant to reach an end goal, but a pleasure in the giving.

  Release threatened all at once, the lower muscles in his belly fisting hard and his balls drawing tight. He cupped the side of her head. Marveled at the silky brush of her hair sweeping against his knuckles. Keeping his legs from shaking took everything in him. Fighting the growl in his voice impossible. “Cassie.”

  The little minx ignored him. Just bobbed her head again and again in a languid and sensual glide. He tightened his hold, his fingertips digging into her scalp. “Enough.”

  Her eyelids slowly opened, the blue-gray color behind them darkened to that of an incoming storm, and the silent rebuttal they offered unmistakable.

  Not. Even. Close.

  The beast snapped its leash.

  He knifed upward, hooked his hands under her arms and yanked her toward him, spinning at the last moment so she landed on her
back. A quick grip of her hips and he flipped her to her belly, jerked her to her knees—and then he was home.

  Buried to the hilt in her tight, wet sheath with the sound of her pleasured cry floating in the air around him.

  In the dimmest corners of his mind, caution raised its head. Flagged his impulse and gave him pause at their lack of protection.

  Cassie’s breath caught and she twisted to meet his gaze, the same comprehension flaring behind her wide eyes. “Kir... I’m not...this is risky.”

  “And I still want it.” He rolled his hips. Reveled in the moan it drew past her lips. “Do not take this heaven from me.”

  Her hands fisted in the comforter and her lips trembled.

  He braced, warring with the need to pump his shaft inside her. To show her how exquisitely they fit even as logic warned him of her likely denial.

  But then her eyes slipped closed. Straightened and lifted her hips higher. Welcomed him deeper inside her. Undulated against him and matched each thrust eagerly. Head turned to one side against the mattress, her profile was pure rapture—lips parted on a drawn-out sigh and the peace of sweet surrender.

  His fingers at her hips tightened, some dim place in his consciousness warning not to bruise her pale skin even as the beast growled his approval. Wanted the mark to remind her who’d given her pleasure. Who’d staked his claim and the fierceness with which he’d defend it.

  He leaned into her, sliding his hands up her sides and under her torso to her breasts. “This is what you wanted isn’t it, malyshka?” He licked and nipped the tender space behind one ear and teased her nipples. “To make me lose control and give you what you wanted.”

  “Yes.” A bold admission offered on a breathless groan without a beat of hesitation. “I missed this.”

  He’d missed it, too. Had been lost without it. Confused and wounded.

  But no more. He knew his focus. Had accepted and owned his fears. He lifted her upward, her ass cradled tight to his pelvis and her back flush against his chest as he pounded into her. Every slap of his hips against her perfect ass and the slick wet sounds as he shuttled in and out drew him deeper. Pushed the man farther and farther away and let the beast control all.

  He wrapped his hand around her neck. Felt her pounding pulse against his fingertips. “I will be your protector. Your provider. In this. In everything.”

  She moaned, her fingers digging into his hips. “Kir.”

  God, he loved his name coming from her lips. Loved the huskiness of it when she was this lost. The need and the plea behind it. Keeping his hand at her throat, he played her clit with the other. Circled and teased until her body was drawn tight, her back bowed and her muscles around him quivering. “You are mine, Cassie. Mine in every way.”

  He firmed the pressure at her clit and angled his cock so it hit her deeper, nudging the sensitive spot along her front wall. “Your body knows this already, malyshka. Come for me, and let it show you.”

  Her voice rang out, the back of her head digging into his shoulder while her pussy convulsed around his cock.

  He tried to fight it. Squeezed his eyes shut and focused on drawing out her pleasure. But the pulsing vise of her sex was too much. Too powerful for him to fight.

  His own release jetted free. Filled her as his roar ripped up the back of his throat.

  His woman.

  His chance to take what he thought he’d never have.

  His promise, and his light.

  He rolled his hips against hers, milking the sensations of her fluttering sex around his shaft with unhurried, leisurely undulations.

  Beneath his palm at her throat, her pulse slowly steadied and the pattern of her breathing eased, but the feel of her in his arms—utterly replete with eyes closed—that was heaven. A gift beyond measure.

  He guided them down. Reverently caressed her belly, shoulders and arms with all the gentleness in him and skimmed tender kisses along the nape of her neck.

  “That was...” She rolled her head to give him better access to the juncture where her neck and shoulders met. “Amazing.” She shivered when he grazed the spot with his teeth. “Seriously. It just gets better. Every time.”

  He chuckled at that. A low, satisfied rumble so loaded with masculine pride he had no prayer of hiding it. “I told you, milaya. Your body already knows and accepts you’re mine.” He slid his hand from her belly to their joined bodies, slicking his fingers through their combined release. “And now I’ve marked you as such.”

  One heartbeat, and she jolted in his arms, the power of her response nearly breaking them apart. She tried again to move away. To turn and face him.

  But Kir held his arms tight around her. Kissed and crooned soft words she had no prayer of understanding until she settled, shaking, against him. “It will be all right. Shhh.” Another kiss to her temple. To her cheek. “You have nothing to fear, Cassie. I have never once lain with a woman without protection, and I know for certain I have nothing I could transmit to you.”

  A fresh round of tremors rattled through her behind the husky admission. “Oh my God, I can’t believe we did that.”

  “You are not on birth control?”

  “No!”

  No.

  One single word, but it unveiled a whole new realm of possibilities he hadn’t dared to consider. A life that both terrified and thrilled him.

  She tried to wriggle free once more.

  Rather than fight it, he used her momentum to flip her to her back and blanketed her body with his. When she tried to push him away, he captured her wrists and loosely pinned them to the bed. “You are right.”

  The admission stilled her struggles almost instantly, and her eyes widened with shock.

  “It was impulsive,” he said. “But I will not lie to you and say that I regret it. Not with you.” He risked releasing one wrist and cupped the side of her face. “I want nothing between us. If you want tests to prove you have nothing to fear, we will get them.” His voice caught trying to finish the rest. “If there is a child from tonight, it will be protected and cared for. By both of us. Always.” The quaver in his thumb as he traced her lower lip should have embarrassed him, but he was too humbled by the thought to find any shame in it. “But I want nothing to block my connection to you.”

  “I can’t have a kid yet, Kir. It’s too much. Way too much, way too fast.”

  “Then we will get you protection.” He stroked her hair away from her face. Skimmed his knuckles along her cheekbone and teased the shell of her ear.

  All the while, she studied him, her gaze roaming his face as though she sought clues to guide her. “You know this is insanely fast, right? The kind of fast that should make a smart woman keep you at arm’s length. Or flat out avoid you.”

  “That is what your logic says. What your American customs say. But what about you, Cassie? What do you want? What do you feel when you’re with me? When you were with my family?”

  She didn’t answer, but her response was there, nonetheless. The longing in her eyes. The mysterious and inexplicable connection they’d had from the very beginning brighter than ever.

  He clasped her hand resting on his shoulder and guided it to his lips. “I will not rush you.” He pressed a tender kiss to one knuckle. “I will not force more than you are comfortable with.” Then another. And another. “But I will ask for you to try.” He squeezed her hand and held it tight. “Give me that, malyshka. Give me that, and I will give you everything.”

  Her answer was barely more than a whisper. “I can try.”

  He wanted to roar.

  To sit back on his heels and shout out his triumph.

  Instead, he sealed his lips to hers. A simple yet powerful kiss worthy of her willingness. Of the vulnerability she’d shown in trusting him. When he lifted his head, her features had softened, an easy acceptance settling into her expression.

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p; “Beautiful.” He kissed the tip of her nose, then rolled toward his side of the bed and stood. Carefully, he pulled the comforter and bedding out from beneath her and drew the covers over her beautiful body. “You will stay here, and I will see to you.”

  “See to me?”

  “Yes.” He padded to the kitchen and living room and turned off the lights.

  Her voice carried down the hallway on his trek to the bathroom. “See to me how?”

  He turned on the faucet and found a washcloth. “Stop worrying, Cassie. Part of trying means trusting me to handle things now and then.”

  When the water was warm enough, he wetted the cloth, wrung it out and returned to her.

  She spied the washrag in an instant and threw back the covers. “Oh, I can get it. I’m—”

  “No, you will not.” He motioned her back to the bed. “Lie back.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes. Seriously.”

  It took her a solid fifteen seconds before she moved, every one of them making him wonder if he’d have another debate on his hands. Finally, she stretched out on her back, one knee slightly cocked over her other leg. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

  He settled beside her and smoothed his hand from her ankle to her knee. “You gave me your body. A gift. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t care for what I’d been given?”

  Not giving her more opportunity to overthink it, he pushed her knee to one side and tenderly cleaned her still sensitive folds. By the time he straightened and met her gaze, her features were slack with wonder.

  “I told you. Nothing between us.” He squeezed her hip, leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Now, do you need anything before we sleep?”

  “You’re sleeping over?”

  So sweet. How she could be so intensely sexual one moment and adorably innocent in the next, he couldn’t fathom. “I think I’ve spent enough nights without you, vozlyublennaya. Tonight, we begin making up for lost time.” He set the cloth aside and switched off the lamp. Stretching out beside her, he pulled the comforter over them both then tucked her close, guiding her head so it rested on his chest.