Desire Untamed (Feral Warriors #1)(68)

When she would have mirrored the kiss on the other side of his mouth, he flipped her onto her back on the bed, startling a laugh out of her. The sweet sound filled him with such happiness he grinned at her and followed her down. She rewarded him well by flinging her arm around his neck and raining kisses on his cheek and eye and nose. Never had anyone kissed his nose. Or his cheek, for that matter. Not even as a child. Hell, as a child, he hadn't even known what a kiss was.

His grin grew into laughter as the tiny kisses tickled. "What are you doing?"

She stopped kissing him and met his gaze, her eyes glistening with a fine sheen of tears. "I'm loving you," she said softly, the depth of emotion in her eyes almost more than he could bear.

But then she smiled at him, her eyes turning mischievous, easing the sudden aching tension her words had formed deep inside him. "Would you prefer I kiss you somewhere else?" Her grin turned positively wicked. The thought of where he wanted those lips, nearly sent him over the edge.

"Everywhere," he growled. He licked and nibbled his way from the hollow below her ear to the pulse pounding at the base of her throat. "I want your mouth on me, Kara. But first I'm going to lick every single inch of you."

The look she gave him was pure fire. "I dare you."

The lightness inside him erupted like tiny fizzing bubbles, and he laughed. Never had he felt so good. Goddess, but this must be love.

He set about proving he was up for her dare, starting with her face, then her neck, until she was moaning and rocking beneath him. But he stopped short of bringing her to release.

When he pulled back, Kara groaned. "No fair."

"Patience, sweet Radiant. You have too many clothes on." But when he pulled up her pajama top, his gut clenched at the fading dashes of scars circling her waist, his body pained by the sight of them. He traced each one with his lips, then his tongue, giving her pleasure where last night she'd only known pain.

But not too much pleasure. At each place his lips touched, he kissed her with tender thoroughness until he felt her passion on the brink, then he moved on without giving her release.

"Lyon…"

"Patience, little one."

"Payback is going to be hell, I hope you know." Her promise was half laughter, half groan.

He pulled the shirt from her, and laid kisses and small licks on her torso and her arms, then removed her pajama pants and indulged himself on every inch of her slender, shapely legs.

She lay on the bed in nothing but skin damp from his kisses and flushed with heat, her hips rocking with unfulfilled need, her blue eyes flashing with fire and desperation. And promise.

Without a doubt, she was the most glorious creature ever made.

She licked her lips, the movement unstudied and intensely erotic. "I want you, Lyon."

The blood pounded through his veins in answer. He was hot and throbbing and loving every minute of this sweet torment.

"Take off your clothes for me," she said. "I want to see you. All of you."

He complied, stripping off his clothes and tossing them to the floor as her hungry gaze fed on his body, hardening him almost to the point of pain.

Lyon joined her. At the first lick of his tongue on her nipple, she cried out.

"Lyon, I can't take any more. Touch me. Please."

He grinned. As his mouth moved to cover one perfect breast, his hand slid down the plane of her stomach, then farther, dipping between her thighs. His fingers found the drenched center of her need.

At the first stroke of his fingers, she moaned.

He lifted his head and met her heated, frantic gaze. "Come for me."

"Lyon."

Dipping his head again, he slid one finger deep inside her, then a second as he took her breast in his mouth. With his tongue, he stroked her tight, sweet nipple. With his fingers, he pushed in and out of her until he felt her passion rise and finally break as he brought her to a crashing, violent release.

When her shudders subsided, she ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh, that was good. Now it's my turn to have my way with you."

He pulled his fingers out of her and tasted the nectar, far sweeter than any he'd ever known. "Not yet," he told her. He moved down her body until he was kneeling between her legs, then he lifted her hips, opening her to his hungry mouth. The first stroke of his tongue on her most sensitive flesh sent her over the edge, crying out. He kissed her, drank of her, and drove her to orgasm after orgasm, one starting long before the one before had ended, until she was gasping for mercy.

"That was…" she struggled as he released her and came to lie beside her, pulling her against him. "That was… the most amazing… the most…"

He kissed her shoulder, smiling. "Want me to do it again?"

"No. Not… yet. I'm going to have a heart attack if you start again."

He chuckled. "Therians don't have heart attacks. But I'll give you a short break."

"Not… no." She struggled out of his hold to sit up, then looked down at him, meeting his gaze with an expression he couldn't name.

Slowly, her eyes filled with tenderness, her lips lifting in a sweet, sexy smile. "How could you ever think you couldn't make me happy?"

He stared into her eyes. "What I did made you happy?" Her answer suddenly mattered more than he would have thought possible.