A Kiss of Fire (A Kiss of Magic #2)(94)

Sin pulled her in close, pressing her breasts to his chest and groaning achingly at the contact of bare flesh to bare flesh. He bent his head and seized her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue wrestling with hers. Her hands went to the buttons of his breeches.

He broke from her mouth and gasped, “Wait!”

“No. I won’t wait. I’ve waited long enough. I want you to take me. Hard. Fast. Hot.”

Sin swore ferociously and walked them over to the bed. He sat down and ripped off his boots. Then he skinned out of his breeches and threw them aside. He reached out for her and yanked her down into his lap. He turned and suddenly they were sliding across the bed, Ariana beneath him, her knees parting to welcome the drive of his body up the center of hers. She grasped at his back, slid her hands eagerly down the length of it as he loomed over her. Her hands slid down and shaped the rock hard muscles of his backside. She drew him into her, her legs wrapping around his, her core open and waiting for him.

“But I want so much more…” he said almost frantically.

“Later. We will have more later. Right now I just want you inside me.”

His burning dark eyes locked onto hers and she saw the savage desire within them. She felt the hard length of him sliding through her wet flesh. He poised to enter her, and she held her breath.

“Promise me more,” he demanded of her.

“Yes! I promise!” she cried, desperate for him.

He surged into her with a ruthless thrust. She gave way easily, her body devouring his greedily. She cried out in exultation, satisfied to have him at last. It had been so long…too long. And she never wanted to be apart from him for that long again. But she knew what that would mean, and she wasn't ready to face it right then. Instead she let her mind swirl around in the pool of desire he was creating inside of her. He rammed into her hard, then soft. He picked up a fast rhythm and rocked into her, radiating his fierce need and want of her.

His breath was heavy and hot in her ear, his hand burned like lightning up the length of her body. He embraced her breast, pulled at the nipple and she cried out. She began to come around him, her need having built so quickly and tilting on a hair trigger. Her orgasm was white hot and electrifying. She felt as though the world was careening off its very axis and he was the one who had set it spinning. The feel of his body inside of hers, so earthy, so connected, so hard and so hot. Every nerve lit up and she soared into the incredible sensation.

“Good god,” he rasped. “I’m going to come. I can’t stop myself. I want to make this last but I can’t…I can’t…I can’t!”

He suddenly reached to grasp her head in his hand, forcing her pleasure-sated eyes to his. He made her focus on him as he thrust harder and harder. “I love you,” he ground out. “I love you!”

He came with a roar of pleasure, his whole body locking up as he did so. His fists were in her hair, crushing fistfuls of curls as his big body shuddered over her and inside of her. He gasped for every breath, exhaled in a hard gust each time. He then collapsed onto his elbows, his arms shaking as he forced himself to hold the better part of his weight off of her to keep from crushing her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his full weight onto her. He was heavy and solid and he was…hers. He was hers and she was never going to let him go.

It was a desire that would change the face of both their worlds. But she didn’t want to think of the political ramifications of her choices right then. Right then she simply wanted to be a woman who was well loved by a man. She shut her mind off to everything except the feel of him, so hard and muscular around her, soft and replete inside of her. He did not disconnect from her and she didn’t want him to. She ran the fingers of one hand through the thick strands of his hair, ending by gripping and massaging the taut muscles at the back of his neck. He should be free of tension after such an ejaculation of passion, but he was not.

He kissed the corner of her lips, her brows, and her lashes on each eye. He kissed her temples and her chin. He kissed the soft hollow below her ear.

“Tell me that you’re mine,” he said softly.

“I am yours…but—“

“No! Not buts. Say you are mine and leave it at that.”

“But,” she persisted, “I am a jealous woman. I am yours and you are mine alone. I will not be one of many wives. I will not share you with concubines and other lovers. I know it is expected of you, but if you want me…those are my conditions.”

He studied her eyes for a moment, looking quite serious. Then a small smile kicked up one corner of his lips. “No one could possibly come after you and expect to impress me. No, Ariana, my heart is yours alone and always has been. From the moment I first laid eyes on you I knew no other woman would do. I knew no other woman would ever exist for me.” He frowned a little. “Do Sarens take multiple mates?”

“No. We are monogamous.”

“Good. For I would never share you with another.”

“No others could possibly compare to you,” she said softly as she stroked her fingers through his hair. “You have managed to do what none before you have ever done. You have made me love you.”

“You have never been in love before?”

She shook her head.

“Neither have I,” he said. “I had no idea it could be so powerful. So debilitating. I have not been able to function these past weeks without you. The time it took to heal enough so I could sit a horse again was interminable. All I wanted to do was go after you.”