Keeping her gaze on him—it wasn’t hard as that bare chest of his made her eyes want to linger and explore—she shifted her hands to the knot at the flap of her robe, the knot he’d wanted to untie.
Right away, he noticed her movement, and his attention swung back to her. His eyes flared with such interest that she felt sexier than she ever had. But she was nervous and fumbled at the knot, her fingers flustered.
Not moving, Vorik watched. Why did the image of a predator waiting to spring come to mind? He wanted to leap upon her, to ravage her. And she wanted to be ravaged. Especially beside these candles with their heady scent.
Finally, she got the knot free, but she was slow to open the flaps and show her naked and vulnerable body to him. Lesva’s words about her softness andbig boobsflared in her mind, and she felt self-conscious. A part of her wondered why Vorik, who could have any woman, was even aroused by her.
But she made herself push the robe off her shoulders, telling herself hewasaroused. She’d felt that sitting in his lap, and, by the light of the candles, she could see the bulge against his trousers, so swollen it was a wonder he didn’t tear through the leather.
And when her robe fell to the ground and he growled and strode forward, she knew she’d read him right. He wanted her.
And he was upon her so fast, pushing her back against the stone wall and kissing her, that it startled her. But her body knew what to do. Maybe hewasa predator and she the prey, but she’d never been so excited to be in that position in her life.
His hungry kisses aroused her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, demanding that she open for him. And she did. Eagerly. She barely felt the hard roughness of the cold rock behind her. All she was aware of was his heat, his power.Him.
While they kissed, Syla gripped his shoulders, letting her hands stroke and knead his corded muscles. His own hands explored her body, roaming and cupping, as if her full curves excited him. His desire for her aroused her almost as much as his lips and his hands, and she pressed herself against him, molding her body to his.
As he kissed her, hands stroking her expertly, her core heated, slick with need. She caught herself rubbing against him, longing to have him out of those trousers so there would be nothing between them.
“Take them off,” he whispered between kisses, as if he’d read her thoughts. More likely, he read her pushing into him, wanting to feel him more fully. His fingers brushed through her hair, his touch on her scalp sending another flood of heat through her. “Take them offnow,” he ordered with a needy growl.
The words made her tingle with excitement, the desire to obey, and she scraped her hands down his chest toward his waistband.
“I want you to touch me,” he added, more softly, as if apologizing for his insistent command.
She kissed him as she unfastened the clasp of his trousers. She wanted to touch him too.
“I’ve wanted your hand around my cock since you rode on my dragon with me,” he added, the admission coming between kisses as his mouth left hers to nip and lick at her throat.
Her nipples tightened with pleasure as his lips drew nearer, and she almost forgot her mission with his trousers. But she got the clasp unfastened. Before she could shift the trousers off his hips, his cock freed itself, as if it had a mind and desires of its own. Thick and hard, it thrust itself into her hand, and Vorik growled with lust and maybe triumph.
“I’ve wanted you too,” she whispered.
“Since the dragon ride?” He moved against her hand while he stroked her breast, not forgetting to attend her.
She found having him in her grip arousing all by itself. Never before had a man’s penis interested her overmuch, certainly not drawing her to stare and consider it magnificent, but this was different.Hewas different. The taut musculature of his body and the magical power that he emanated drew her like nothing ever had before.
“Since you thanked me in the temple,” she whispered, though that wasn’t the truth. That dragon ride had interested her far more than she should have let it.
“I think you’re lying to me, Princess.”
“It’s… what we’re supposed to do, isn’t it?”
As the inane words tumbled out, she kept looking at him, her hand around him, stroking him. Eyes half-closed, he rocked in response to her ministrations. To have the power to affect someone who was himself so powerful was a wonder.
She caught herself lowering to her knees and touching her cheek to his erection, then daring to slide her tongue along his thick length.
Vorik groaned and thrust toward her, such eagerness and desire in his voice that it excited her further. Her needy core throbbed, making her long to climb him and let him thrust into her, but she didn’t give in, not yet. She reminded herself that she wanted their time together to last, though she couldn’t quite remember why. She was too distracted by him, by his naked pleasure at her touch.
She slid her mouth around his tip, drawing him into her. He groaned again, thigh muscles quivering as he fought the urge to plunge deeply into her, to risk hurting her.
Enjoying his taste and his scent, as intoxicating as the candles, she curled her fingers around his ass and took him deeper. He gripped the back of her head, fingers rubbing and scraping through her hair as he barely resisted pulling her hard against him. Instead, his ministrations inflamed her, and she took himeagerly, again struggling against the urge to maneuver to have him between her legs. She was so hot and ready for him.
Maybe he knew that because he caught her under the arms, lifting her to press her against the cave wall, to pin her like a captive. He kissed her hard as one of his hands swept past her breast, raising fire as his fingers trailed lower, then slid into her.
She gasped, bucking at the intense sensation, and clenched around him.
“You’re as ready as I am, Princess,” he whispered, his eyes satisfied as he rubbed her. “Syla.”
