Passion Untamed (Feral Warriors #3)(63)

But as he rose to his knees to unfasten her belt, she sat up, her hand sliding over his arm.

"Paenther..."

His movements stilled at the uncertain tone in her voice. She was watching him with raw need, but something more.

"What, Beauty?"

Slowly, she reached for him, cupping his erection in her cool palm. He sucked in a breath at the exquisite pleasure of her touch.

"In the cavern...you wouldn't let me kiss you here. Yet you brought me so much pleasure when you kissed me down there. Is it different for a man?"

So innocent. He stroked her head and met her gaze. "It's no different. It can be an incredibly erotic feeling...when it's done by the right person, in the right way. Ancreta used to force my arousal like that. Bad memories, I'm afraid."

Yet even as he said the words, the truth, the thought of Skye's mouth, replacing the perfect touch of her hand, nearly brought him to release.

He stared into her eyes, cupping her cheek. "You are the right person, Beauty. If you want to..."

Her eyes searched his. "I don't know how to do it in the right way. I've never done it at all."

"There's no wrong way. Whatever pleases you. But first, I want you naked, little witch." He kissed her, then set about unfastening her belt. "You're wearing far too many clothes."

Paenther moved between her legs and pulled off her jeans and panties, tossing them onto the pile, his gaze fixing hungrily on the sweet flesh between her legs. But she closed her knees and rose, pressing her hands to his shoulders.

"My turn."

He could have overpowered her in an instant, but he rather liked the touch of bossiness in her tone.

"Lie down for me, Paenther. Please?"

He did, lying back on the cool, damp sand, watching her as she knelt beside him and studied his c**k as if unsure where to begin. His body thrummed with anticipation, throbbing with desire. His chest tightened until he thought it might explode from the pressure of his feelings for her.

Her hand closed around him. Then slowly, so slowly, she lowered her face. Her tongue flicked out, marking him with a fast, damp lick across the tip of his head, tearing a groan from his throat.

She watched him, their gazes locked as she held him upright, opened her mouth...

He froze, suddenly struggling not to grab himself out of her hand and push her away.

She saw and released him. "I'm sorry."

Paenther sat up and grabbed her shoulders as she started to lean away. "No. Don't stop. But I think I'll sit up while you do it."

She nodded, understanding in her eyes. Being on his back brought it all back too clearly.

Once again, she slowly lowered her face to his lap, but this time she didn't stop. As he slid his fingers into her hair, he felt her damp mouth close around his cock. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the unbelievable pleasure.

"Ah, Skye, that's good."

She tongued him, sucked on him, driving a desperate need to touch her in return. His hand slid down her silken back until his palm cupped her rear, kneading and flexing into the soft flesh. Then his fingers slid into the crack between her cheeks and down until he found her heat.

As she twirled her tongue around his head, he shoved two fingers deep inside her, eliciting a deep sensual moan from her throat.

His other hand slid into her hair, holding her, caressing her. Loving her.

Her damp mouth began to suck on him, riding his length until he thought he was going to lose it.

Goddess, but he had to be inside her.

He pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her face.

"Enough, Beauty. I need to be in you."

With a soft smile, she lay back on the sand, opening her arms and her body to him. The moonlight lit her face, setting her eyes to sparkling, tightening a band around his chest.

Skye reached for him. "Love me, Paenther."

He stared down at her. "I do." And he knew it was true. Against all odds, against everything he'd ever thought possible, he'd fallen in love with a Mage witch.

He fell into her arms and cradled her face. "I love you, Skye."

She stared at him, tears and joy flooding her eyes. "I love you, too. So very much."

Her words stroked his heart, filling him with warmth and rightness. Holding her with his gaze, he entered her body, sliding his length into her tight, wet sheath, fitting together two halves of a whole.

She was his. And yet there were a dozen reasons she could never be.

He pushed the dark thoughts aside as she wrapped herself around him. Over and over, he slid inside her, then most of the way out, then deep inside her again. Faster and faster, he drove them both as Skye met him, thrust for thrust, groaning, her body straining right along with his.

She came on a cry of joy, and he followed her over, spilling his seed in a moment of such perfection, he wasn't certain it would ever be matched.

But as he kissed her and pulled out of her, reality pressed in, threatening to steal this one brief moment of happiness.

They returned to the beach house without any sign of draden, showered, and fell into bed, exhausted. A short while later, Paenther woke to the sound of Skye's distress.

He held her close in the bed, her body curled around his, her head tucked beneath his chin. As he stroked her back, her trembling slowly eased.

"Birik again?" he asked softly.