She held the cup to his lips.
In a husky voice, she said, “Please. Take what is mine.”
Yes. He already felt like he’d imbibed a barrel of wine as he allowed her to tip the cup up, spilling the sweet nectar into his mouth. A tiny rivulet dribbled down his chin, and she leaned forward to trace the stream with her tongue. He barely held in a moan as she followed the trail of wine to his lips, and then inside his mouth.
Unbidden, his hand came up to one of her breasts. That one touch undid him. In a powerful surge, he swept aside the wine flagon and cup and pushed Lilith onto her back. They both groaned as he covered her, her legs coming up to clench around his waist. The next moments were a flurry of hands and tearing cloth, their desperation to get him as naked as she was all consuming.
Strange urges wracked him, desires to take her in ways he’d never indulged.
Wicked, sinful ways. She knew, encouraged him. Time became a blur as he brought her to dozens of peaks, and somehow, he found the willpower to hold off his own climax. Or maybe he held off because she’d squeeze his sack at precisely the right moment, preventing his seed from spilling with only a touch and an odd trickle of heat from her palm.
“Not yet,” she kept whispering.
This time, when she cupped his balls while he was buried in the heat of her mouth, he rebelled.
“Not again,” he growled, pulling out and flipping her onto her back. Her eyes shot wide, and he resisted smiling at her dismay. He mounted her, settling over her toned body, and when his shaft rubbed against her mound, she undulated, the raw hunger in her expression replacing her surprise at his defiance. As he dipped his head to suck a berry-red nipple into his mouth, he ground his hips, sliding the tip of his cock through her slit, drawing a cry from her sweet lips.
BE SURE TO STOP BY ALL NEXT WEEK AS WE CELEBRATE “5 DAYS OF DELIVERANCE” IN PREPARATION FOR THE UPCOMING RELEASE OF LARISSA IONE’S LETHAL RIDER. YOU WON’T WANT TO MISS IT.