Page 49 of Warlord’s Empire

“Too small.” Regret glinted in his eyes.

She knew with complete certainty he intended to pull away and leave her. His desire to never hurt her overriding his own lust. She wanted to love him for it, but she was too desperate for that big cock she knew existed but had only ever brushed up against through his clothes.

She grabbed his face and dragged it down so he could see the fire in her eyes when she said, “Fuck me now or I swear to god, I will find the first willing man to scratch this itch.”

His eyes widened in surprise but then narrowed as he gave her the look she’d been hoping for. It was aggressive, possessive, so fucking delicious words could not possibly describe it.

“Now,” she commanded, reaching down his body.

She felt the huge ridge of his cock beneath his fatigues and gripped it as best she could, savouring the way it jumped and jerked against her palm. Her mouth watered to taste it, but she wasn’t going to give him a reason to come anywhere but inside her.

Their first time had to be perfect; it had to be symbolic of their union. A partnership, each strong in their own way.

He took her hands in one of his and pushed them over her head, pinning them in place. “Look at my men with anything more than disinterest and watch the bodies pile up around you,” he growled down at her. “You belong to me, now and always.”

A shivery thrill went through her, and she nodded, staring back up at him. “Same goes for you.” Okay, there were few single women living in the compound and most besides Shola feared Radik, so she had much less competition than he did.

“Deal,” he said, sealing their vow with a violent kiss.

He rolled away from her, leaving her cold and bereft for a few seconds. She watched him tear off his clothes with the speed and precision of a military man.

Then he was on top of her again, covering her with his warm muscles. Somehow, despite his incredible height, and her lack of height, they matched perfectly.

He cradled her to his chest, her head nestled against his throat as his cock found her heated core. He guided himself against her, thrusting gently, the slippery head teasing her clit until she couldn’t stand it.

She wrapped her legs around him and lifted herself, forcing his cock into her wet passage. She gasped at the tight fit but clung to him to keep him from pulling away.

He looked down at her, concern and strain in his expression.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, answering his unspoken question. “Please, more.”

He thrust deeper, filling her to the point of pain.

She pushed her face into his shoulder, so he couldn’t see her agonized expression as she adjusted to him. It took a minute, but soon she was rocking her hips, taking more and more until he thrust all the way home and she felt him touch the deepest parts of her.

They were finally one, connected, speaking an ancient language that both instinctively knew. She wanted to stay that way forever, but she also badly wanted to come again. Tendrils of fire licked at her, building an inferno only he could quench.

As if recognizing her need, he began to thrust, pulling in and out of her, the muscles of his arms bulging on either side of her head as he held himself back from taking his own pleasure ahead of hers.

He gently coaxed her higher and higher until she was thrashing beneath him, begging for release.

“Now, now, now!” she shouted.

He pushed the hair from her face, watching her as he increased his thrusts. Finally, she was there, soaring off a cliff like a bird on fire as her orgasm shuddered through her.

She barely heard him shout as he followed her over the edge, burying his face in her hair, his hands anchoring her to the bed.

He collapsed next to her, pulling her on top of him until her limp body was draped over his.

She closed her eyes as exhaustion guided her into sleep. She felt his fingers brush over her face as she drifted off.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Saskia stretched her hand across the bed, searching for warm skin but her fingers met only cool sheets. Frowning, she cracked an eyelid. “Muhammed?” She sat up, looking blearily around.

She’d slept like the dead and didn’t know how much time had passed. He probably went looking for food or something. Still, she would have preferred waking up next to him.

She wiggled, testing the soreness in her core and thighs. It was there, slightly painful, but more of a delicious reminder of their time together. Reaching for her phone, she checked the time. 8:13 PM. Past supper, though she was sure Nonna would set something aside for her.