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It was Therin who begged that time when she began stroking him into another level of hardness. Falling victim to sensation, his head fell to her shoulder and he moved helplessly against her hand.
The nagging voice warned Therin that he was dangerously close to coming. He took heed and moved away reluctantly to set the condom in place.
“Shh…” Kianti placed two fingers across his mouth before he could take time to reassure her.
Once more, she felt the potent grip of his hands on her thighs. Soon after, she felt the wide head of his sex probing her entrance. He eased in slow, going deeper until she gloved him to the hilt.
Therin closed his eyes on the sinful tightness sheathing him in a haven of creamy warmth. He called on every ounce of restraint he possessed. The promises he’d made to go slow with her seemed hollow then. All he could think of was taking her any way he could and having the curvaceous cinnamon beauty at his beck and call.
Kianti had no thoughts on exercising restraint. She moved on him with a recklessness that held her oblivious to anything else. Therin couldn’t help but match her passion. Their groans and hushed words of seduction filled the room.
She curved her hands about the posts lining her headboard and added renewed vigor to her movements. Therin muttered something incomprehensible before cupping a bouncing breast.
He manipulated, suckled and grazed it with his teeth. A measure of arrogance fueled him, driven by the feel of her tightness giving way as he carved his own unique place inside her.
Kianti was greedy for all he had to give, but the approaching climax commanded her surrender. Therin shuddered above her as he came seconds later. For an eternity, it seemed, they lay in a tangle of covers, arms and legs. Therin was first to move, roused by the thundering of Kianti’s heart.
Chapter 8
“Are you all right?”
She nodded. “Yes, very.” She smiled. “Therin, I’ve never felt better.”
Still, he searched her face for a full five seconds.
Kianti’s dark eyes sparked as she followed the path of her hand across his cheek. “I’ll be even better when you give me more.”
“Forget it.” He had the audacity to smirk.
Her mood soured instantly. The sparkling of her eyes became a glitter of rising anger.
“I have a feeling that was way more exertion than you needed.”
Kianti rolled her eyes. “I assure you it wasn’t.” She wouldn’t allow herself to harp on any possibility that she’d overexerted herself.
“Well,” he groaned while turning onto his back, “I’m pooped.”
Again, Kianti rolled her eyes away from the arousing image of him lying there stroking his chiseled abs. “I knew you’d do this,” she hissed, turning over and propping her fist upon a pillow. “Have a taste, and then run like a scared little boy afterward,” she clarified when he looked over at her. She would have left the bed, but he grabbed her wrist so suddenly, she’d scarcely seen him move.
“Do you think that’s all I intend to have of you?” His expression was hard.
Kianti didn’t know how to respond and only lowered her gaze.
“Stopping just now was as much for your benefit as it was for mine.”
She stiffened. “Were you holding back?”
Again, he smiled. “At the risk of making you mad, yes.”
Her laughter was brief and humorless after she uttered a curse.
“Do you want me to go?”
“No, dammit, I want you to stay here and make love with me again.” Her reply came without a moment’s hesitation.
Therin’s chuckle filled the bedroom. “You’re killing me…”
“I think you’re confusing yourself with me,” she snapped.
“Maybe.” He braced his weight to an elbow. “But as you’ve been dishing out ‘requests’ all night, I guess that entitles me to one of my own.”
Her ebony gaze narrowed.
“Sleep with me.”
She melted, wanting to hold on to her frustration but finding that she couldn’t. “Are you sure about sleeping over? You might wake up to find me taking what I want from you.”
Therin nodded, gazing in wonder at the coarse dark locks that tumbled across her back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
She nodded. “So long as I’m understood. I’m not a woman who beats around the bush waiting to be offered what I want.” Something haunting crept into her eyes then. “I know how fragile life is and I don’t intend on wasting any of it waiting.
He toyed with a tendril of her hair, twisting it about his index finger before he met her stare. “I get it, Kia. Now will you sleep with me?”
The rich tone of his voice, mingled with the sweetness of his words and the shortening of her name, were Kianti’s undoing. She snuggled down next to him. Both were asleep in seconds—neither stirred for the rest of the night.
