His mouth dropped to her neck and did magical things to her nerve endings as her hands slid down his body, touching him, absorbing his heat and energy. She eased away from his kiss, her mouth following the path of her hands until she sank to her knees before him.
God, he was so beautiful. He looked down at her. His long thick hair fell forward, shadowing his handsome face, hiding his scar. He smiled. A perfect smile that made her insides turn to liquid.
“Zarek, let me love you as I’ve longed to do.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
He threw his head back and moaned softly. “Yes Caira, as I have longed for this too.”
She leaned into him, mesmerized by his sensual voice. Lowering her head, she worked the button on his pants. His low groan of pleasure stirred the fire inside her. Easing his pants past his hips, she let his thick cock spring free. The scent of his arousal stirred her blood. Her hunger for him grew to new heights. She sheathed his cock in her small hand, stoking his smooth, silky skin as blood pumped through his swollen veins. He was so magnificently huge. Fire licked over her loins and her mouth salivated, eager to sample his male juices.
When she flicked her tongue out to taste him, something stirred in the back of her mind.
Sometime from long ago.
Something distant.
Something forgotten.
She tried to grasp onto it but it slipped away much too quickly, leaving her with no time to examine it further.
Three
Although he’d spent centuries watching over her, aching to hold her in his arms, he knew they were playing a dangerous game. By reciting the incantation she had awakened a great darkness and soon that darkness would try to consume her. Zarek could feel danger all around them, lurking nearby, waiting, just waiting to destroy their love once and for all. He needed to tell her, to warn her, but first he needed to love her the way she so desperately needed to be loved.
As her sweet mouth drew him in deeper, his orgasm mounted. Threading his fingers through her long golden hair, his hands followed the motion of her head as it swayed back and forth.
His need for her consumed him. A growl of longing lodged in his throat. Knowing his time with her would soon be over filled him with a hollow ache. He wanted to hold her, protect her, have her stay with him for an eternity. He gripped her shoulders, possessively, as her tongue swirled around his cock.
He pushed his hips forward, burying his cock in her throat, needing to get deeper. Not wanting to ever let her out of his grasp, he squeezed his hands, tightening his grip, bruising her delicate shoulder. She winced and he forced himself to release his hold.
His blood raced as she smiled up at him, gauging his emotions. He returned the smile, letting her know that passion, not anger, stirred his soul. He mopped at the beads of sweat trickling down his face as the pressure of an orgasm made him quake.
He closed his eyes in sweet agony, tension building, coming to a peak. “Caira, I’m going to come.” His voice sounded strangled, barely recognizable. He began trembling from head to toe as his groin throbbed. Sparks multiplied and shot through his body as he gave in to his orgasm.
She parted her lips and poised his cock at the opening. Her hands continued stroking, coaxing his release. He bucked, driving his cock between her lips. Her teeth scraped his sensitive skin as her mouth closed over him like a vacuum, milking every last drop from his body.
She looked up at him. He reached out and held her face between his palms. The blue glow emanating from his body made her moist skin glisten. The love he felt for her rushed over him, slamming the air from his lungs.
He sucked in a tight breath. “Come here, Caira.”
As he drew her mouth to his, a flash of anger coiled through him. So much time had been lost. The ache inside him gathered around his heart. They’d lost so many loving, caring moments like this together. To think her own father, Lord Montright, had purposely destroyed her happiness, and her future, by placing a curse on him and forcing her to marry a man whom she didn’t love. Rage welled up inside him and he fought to control it. His time with her was coming to an end. He didn’t want his anger ruining their last minutes. He wanted to make this night perfect for her, in case it was the last. He’d been in her mind for centuries and knew all her secret fantasies and desires, and was about to fulfill every one of them.
He tried to control the tremor in his voice. “Take me to your bedroom where I can lay you out and taste your body in its entirety.”
Nodding anxiously in agreement, Caira swallowed. There was nothing in the world she’d rather do. She forced her rubbery knees to carry her down the hall. Keeping pace, Zarek walked beside her. The blue glow emanating from his body guiding the way. He walked silently, with easy, fluid movements that were both sensual and confident.
She pushed open the door and stepped inside. Before she could walk toward her bed, Zarek grabbed her and spun her around to face him. There was an ache of longing in his dark eyes. Powerful emotions tore across his face as his gaze glided over her. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “I want you to remove your clothes, my sweetness. Let me see you. All of you. Naked.”
She nodded, her voice lodged somewhere deep in her throat.
Taking two steps back, she slid her pants down her thighs, letting the silk pool at her feet. She eased her shirt from her shoulders, her pert nipples alerting him to the heightened state of her arousal. The material kissed her skin as it feathered to the floor. Awareness flared through her as she stood before him naked, needy-for his touch, and his love. Her chest heaved as his ravenous gaze dropped to her damp, silky curls.
She watched him come toward her. His cock was so thick. It excited and frightened her at once. She’d been with men before, of course. But those encounters were always fast, awkward, and uncomfortable and had left her feeling used and unsatisfied.
This man, however, was different from the rest. He was skilled. Patient. Concerned about her pleasures. Eager for her pleasures.
He cupped her bare sex in his hand. Her muscles clenched as fire shot through her body. She couldn’t believe that with one simple touch, he made her burn up inside. Now she understood why she had never been able to find pleasure in another man’s arms. Because none of those men were Zarek.
With the utmost ease, he gathered her into his embrace and in two long strides, carried her to her bed. As he laid her sideways on the mattress, across a splash of silken sheets, her long hair fanned her face. She moaned, her eyes beckoning him to take her. But he didn’t take her. Instead, he straightened and took a long moment to admire her body. Her breasts grew achy under his tender gaze. She stroked her fingers over them and then her hand wandered lower, to touch her inflamed clitoris.
He pitched his voice low. “Open your legs for me.”
She did as he requested.
“Wider.”
Moaning softly, she opened her legs as far as they would go. When she brushed her fingertip over her clitoris, his nostrils flared, his dark hair fell forward. She almost came just from the heated look in his eyes.
He licked his lips, and she shivered in anticipation. He stepped closer, knelt on the floor before her, and spread her open. “That’s good.” His finger breached her opening. “Your scent is driving me wild, Caira.” His warm breath feathered over her quivering sex and made her skin tighten. He pushed his finger in deeper. “Ahhh, you are very swollen.”
He didn’t move his finger at first. It remained motionless inside her, driving her into a frenzy of sexual frustration.
She threw her head to the side and arched into his touch, driving his finger in deeper, urging him to stroke her,
