Chapter Eight
He laid her down in the center of the mattress, and she sank gratefully into its soft warmth. Jaspar slipped off her shoes, then peeled off her socks, chafing her cold feet between his hands to warm them. She almost laughed at the tenderness of the gesture coming from this huge, fearsome warrior, but the laughter died on her lips as she looked at him and saw the steady intensity with which he regarded her and the deft, sure way his fingers moved as he began to unfasten the rest of her clothes.
She moved to help him, but he shook his head and said something in his own language. To her ears, it was just so many nonsense syllables strung together, but his meaning could not have been clearer – he was the one in charge of this encounter. The thought sent a thrill of excitement shuddering through her.
Perhaps Jaspar mistook it for a shiver, because he stepped away from the bed and quickly discarded his leggings and tunic, returning to draw her against the heat of his big, muscular body. He stroked her damp hair where it was fanned across the pillows.
Then he slid his large hand beneath her back and pulled her hard against him, forcing a gentle arch to her back so her breasts were pressed against his muscular chest. Her nipples were pebbled points of intense arousal, and the insides of her thighs were already sticky with the juices seeping from her core. Her breath hitched at the dominance he was projecting – a kind of primal strength that made her feel safe and protected and profoundly turned on.
She watched the shape of his lips as he spoke to her, and though she didn’t know the language, she knew that he’d said the words “heart-mate”.
Then he bent his head and kissed her. His tongue explored her mouth with strong, sure strokes that sent sweet electrical shivers darting through her body. She wriggled restlessly against him, and he palmed her breast, then ran his hand down the length of her body, following each curve and valley. His skin was fever-hot against hers.
He slid his palm from her hip across her belly, then down, and she moaned low in her throat as he petted the soft curls of hair between her thighs. Then his fingers were exploring the slick, sensitive flesh of her core, and she could do little more than cling to him as she was rocked by surges of aching want.
Jaspar slid his finger into her channel, curling it as he withdrew again to find her G-spot. She gave a gasp of arousal and parted her thighs further, and as he pushed his finger inside her again, he flicked and circled her clit with his thumb.
Stars and lights seemed to swirl in her belly as the sensation between her legs swelled in intensity until she was digging her fingers into his broad back and gasping sounds of encouragement that would probably have been nonsense even if the translator had been working.
Liza’s legs shook as her orgasm approached, and Jaspar pulled away from kissing her throat and breasts to look down into her face as the bliss took her. His eyes gleamed with primal satisfaction, his expression one of fierce pride and possession as she came apart in his arms, crying out over and over again.
She spiraled back to earth, gasping with pleasure, but Jaspar was relentless. He spread her legs with his palms and settled between her thighs, holding himself above her on one arm so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight. He wrapped the other hand around his erect cock, which was impressively long and thick and already pearled with pre-cum at the tip.
Liza bit her lip and groaned as he fitted the head of his dick to her still-pulsing entrance, working it against the slick slit until he was lubricated with her juices and she was all but begging to have him inside her.
His breathing was labored, and he gritted his teeth as he pushed into her with torturous control. He was thick and hot, and the slide and stretch of him against her most intimate flesh made her clench around him and cry out.
When he was all the way inside her, their bodies pressed together, he rested his damp forehead against her and once again said the words she knew translated as “heart-mate”. She shuddered with desire at the sound of his voice, which left no doubt that she was his.
As he began to move inside her, she ran her palms down his back, feeling the smooth pump of muscle under skin as he thrust. She squeezed his taut, flexing buttocks, and explored the sweat-damp ridge of his spine.
Jaspar groaned and slid his hands beneath her ass, opening her up further to him so he could thrust harder and deeper inside her. He filled her completely, pushing her to an edge of pleasure that seemed impossibly acute until the tension shattered and wave after wave of blissful shuddering washed through her.
As she clenched around him, breathlessly gasping her pleasure, Jaspar’s thrusts became faster and more urgent. His brows drew together and his lips parted, a staccato groan escaping him with each slick plunge into her body.
Then, as she clung to him and cried out with pleasure, he gave a long, hoarse shout of release, pounding into her again and again as he came until they were clinging together, sweat-sodden and breathless, bodies singing from the intensity of their lovemaking.
