Page 20 of Birthright

His gaze shot back to my eyes, the expression so intense, so full of hunger that I felt like the most beautiful creature on earth. I leaned in to kiss him again. This time, his hands moved up my legs and slid around my back. His touch was heated even though his skin was cool. He returned the passion of the kiss, hungrily sucking on my bottom lip, pulling me against his chest. His skin warmed as his passion grew. His earthy scent filled my senses, made my pussy weep with desire. He stood effortlessly, lifting me, wrapping me in his strength, making me feel cherished. I held on with a grip stronger than I needed, as much to ground my reeling emotions as to dig my fingers into his thick shoulders.

We stopped next to the bed, and he pulled his lips from mine, not in hesitation but to let his gaze roam. It allowed me a moment to do the same. My God, he was beautiful. Tendrils of his silky hair had come loose from the band, and a few stray golden curls fell over his eyes. I placed my feet on the floor and ran my hand up his stomach, feeling the tight, now-warm flesh under his shirt. Wanting to see him, all of him, I unlaced the top of his shirt and pushed it wide open, exposing those luscious muscles. His skin was the color of pearls and moonlight, and smooth to the touch.

I walked around him, taking my time, trying to slow my racing heart, trying to savor the moment. I stopped at his back. He looked over his shoulder and started to turn toward me. I stopped him by reaching around, tugging his shirt down his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I ran my fingers softly down his back and around to his stomach. Goose bumps rose on his skin under my touch. He went stiff. “You’re still holding back, Tynan.” I sprinkled breathy kisses up his beautiful back.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Ma Guerrière.”

“Hurt me? You’re the one who made the big sacrifice here. I’m afraid in the long run, you’ll be the one who gets hurt.”

I was still wrapped around him, my breasts against his back, my fingers exploring his chest. He covered both my hands with one of his and pushed them down his torso. I had to take a gasping breath when I felt just what he was worried about. I smiled and kissed his back, then let my fingers dance along the length of his cock. His back and shoulders stiffened. “We’ll worry about that when the time comes, Tynan. I want you, all of you.”

He turned and buried his face in my neck. He took a deep breath, breathing in my scent, then placed a caressing kiss on the sensitive pulse point. Grazed his teeth teasingly over my heated skin. Oh, the delightful tremors that raced down my spine. He hooked a finger in each of the straps of the teddy and dragged them forward until he had a strong grip on the green lace that barely covered my breasts. He clenched his fingers around the delicate fabric and jerked, ripping it all the way down. His lips curled in a satisfied grin before he released the ruined lace to join his shirt on the floor.

Tynan was no longer holding back.

My body felt as if it would go up in flames at the slightest spark. I wanted to see where that sultry grin would lead. I made a fist in an effort to keep myself from touching him again.

He lifted me gently and placed me back against the velvet pillows, crawling up on the bed after me. Tynan ran his tongue along the gold chain still around my middle, holding the pain amulet. I felt his magic, very different from mine, trickling over me like water pouring over polished stones.

I moaned softly, arching to feel more of his touch. One hand slid between my thighs, nudging them apart and lightly caressing the skin of my upper thigh. His tongue found its way to my breast and teased my nipple, making it stand at attention. I held my breath, concentrating on the warmth of his lips. Cradling his head against my chest, I pulled his hair completely loose from its band, reveling in the satiny feel of it as it spilled over my skin. His mouth became more demanding, his lips nipping and teasing my nipples. I was already wet and throbbing. His smell, his magic, and his touch were all casting their own spell over my senses.

A fang teased at a nipple. The thought of him biting, taking my very essence, made me writhe, ready to explode from just the play of his mouth on my nipples. He kissed his way up to my neck. I whimpered with need when his fangs teasingly scraped over my shoulder. “Do they frighten you?” he asked, his breath hot in my ear.

Sucking in air to be able to make a sound, I barely got the words out. “No. I feel your power through them.” The essence of his magic flowed through me again, calling, stroking my nerves everywhere at once and overwhelming all my senses. Fighting the urge to both laugh and cry at the overload of intensity, I closed my eyes and let my head fall to the side, exposing my neck.

“If I frighten you, tell me.”

I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t care at this point. “Bite me, fuck me. Whatever you want, but do it for cauldron’s sake!”

He laughed and started kissing his way back down my stomach. He pulled the flimsy thong down and pushed my legs open farther to lower himself between them. My stomach tightened as he licked the inside of my thigh, teasing with his fangs. It was the most beautifully erotic thing. I would have never guessed. He kissed farther up my thigh until, with a flick of his tongue, he parted my pussy lips. I was already so wet.

I gasped and froze as I heard his voice in my head. I do not need to bite you, Ma Guerrière. Your magic can touch mine without the blood exchange.

After hanging so close to the edge of orgasm, I exploded from the first brief touch of his tongue as it brushed lightly over my eager clit.

His voice in my mind stroked me as surely as his tongue. As I moaned and tore at the sheets, he mercilessly teased with that sinful tongue, lapping and licking every crevice. He slowly circled my clit as his fingers explored my opening, then teased the sensitive skin of my ass.

The pleasure was so intense, building so fast again that I couldn’t take it. He held my hips tightly and kept me in his reach. Another powerful orgasm took me. I cried his name into the night. He lifted his head, let go of my hips, and I lay there as the ecstasy pulsed through me. Tynan rested his head on my thigh and watched me squirm from between my legs, grinning, pleased with himself. Pressing kisses to my thigh. Hands mapping my stomach.

When I calmed down, he leaned over and kissed me lightly on the stomach. “I’ve never been with a Witch. I didn’t realize the effect of my powers. I’m glad to be able to please you in such a way.”

I’d never been with anyone as a Witch before, but I was very glad he could please me that way as well. “Take off your pants, Lord Tynan.”

“As my lady wishes.” He was graceful as he stood, unlaced his leathers and pushed them off. He did it slowly, watching my reactions as he exposed his ivory flesh.

The sight of him nude brought a rush of excitement and apprehension over me. His shoulders were broad and strong, his stomach tight and muscled, and his legs thick. His cock stood proud and erect. He climbed back on the bed and resumed a kneeling position beside me. I leaned over, kissing his chest and running little circles around his nipple with my fingers, enjoying the little tremors my touch spurred, the way his cock bobbed when he tensed. Tynan groaned and let his eyes fall shut. I lightly bit a peaked nipple and his groan turned to a growl.

In a hasty move, he shoved me onto my back, covered my body with his and nudged himself between my legs. He kissed me again, deep and passionate. I inhaled, taking in his scent. Letting that and the feel of his power tease my brain and spur my excitement. I spread my knees wide as I could, feeling the glorious pressure of his cock against my opening as he pulled back from the kiss. His shimmering gaze held mine as he oh so excruciatingly slowly pushed that fat cock slightly inside me.

I stretched around him with a mesmerizing combination of pain and pleasure.

I arched back into the pillow. The stretching was more than I had anticipated. There was so much of him.

Kissing my neck and whispering reassuring words against my skin, he gently wrapped his arms under mine and gripped my shoulders, inch by beautiful inch, pushing himself deeper. I gripped his back and willed myself to relax. Tynan’s eyes were shut tightly. His golden brows were drawn together in strain. He was struggling to go slow, but I could feel his desires though our connection. He wanted to fuck me and fuck me hard.

He pushed himself into me a little farther. I tensed again. “Relax, Ma Guerrière. I’ll not hurt you, My Love.” I could feel the love in his voice, feel it flow through me with each syllable he silently whispered. I took in an unsteady breath and willed myself to relax. He felt the tension ease and slipped the rest of the way in.

As he stilled for a moment, I could feel the pulsing of his engorged cock against the walls of my pussy. His hands gripped my shoulders a little tighter as he moaned.