One hand crossed over to the other breast and held on while his other hand went to our connection where his fingers slid in, his palm cupping my sex.
Then his mouth was at my ear.
“Circe, kah rahna Dahksahna. Circe, kah Lahnahsahna,” he growled in my ear, his voice a fierce rumble, his words a declaration.
“Um…” I whispered, “okay.”
Shit! What else could I do?
He emitted another growl that slithered across my skin like silk then I felt his tongue move from the back of my ear, down my neck to my shoulder.
At this, my body trembled in a full on shiver.
Then he lifted me off him, turned me roughly, shoved me to my back in the bed and then he came down on top of me.
I barely got a chance to adjust to my new position before he twisted, reached down, yanked the sheet up to our waists then came back to me. He hauled me nearly fully under him, tangled his heavy legs with mine, his arm curving almost fully around my body, his face at the side of my head, his mouth at my temple.
I felt his weight settle into mine and I lay immobile, waiting.
Um. I wasn’t sure. Did we get things straight?
When he said nothing and his breath evened out, I called, “Lahn?”
His arm gave me a powerful squeeze. “Trahyoo,” he ordered firmly but softly.
Definitely an order though I had no idea what he said.
“Uh… okay,” I whispered and got another arm squeeze that took the breath from me.
Time to be quiet.
I stared into the candlelit tent.
All right, did that just happen?
I felt his breath stir the hair at my temple, his heavy weight, his body’s warmth.
Yep, it just happened.
I needed to go somewhere and think. I needed to figure out how in the hell I let a man I didn’t know, a man who had raped me seven times (essentially), a man I didn’t like, make me come twice.
I needed to get away from him.
His weight settled more firmly into mine at the same time his arm tightened.
He was asleep. His arm tightened around me in his sleep.
Damn.
Okay, I wasn’t going to get away from him.
So, I needed to wake him up and find some way to communicate there was no way I was going to be able to fall asleep with his weight on me.
I figured he wasn’t going to like being woken.
And I was figuring that the second before my eyes drifted closed and I fell asleep with his weight on me.
Chapter Six
The Marketplace
Our mouths were close, my fingers were wrapped around the side of his neck and the fingers of my other hand had slid into his hair at his scalp under his long ponytail.
His head was tipped back, his breath mingling with mine, one of his arms was wrapped tight around my waist, the other hand curled around the back of my neck.
I was riding my king and I was doing it hard. I wasn’t going fast; I liked the feel of him too much. So much, I wanted to savor it.
But when I rammed down, I did it hard because I liked that too.
“Mayoo,” he growled an order I didn’t understand.
“I don’t understand you, baby,” I whispered breathily into his mouth, his arm squeezed, jerking up and slamming down.
“Mayoo,” he stated fiercely and I got him.
“Okay,” I whispered, going faster, my eyes closed, his fingers at my neck tensed and my eyes opened.
“Linas,” he demanded, I took a wild guess and stared into his eyes, going faster, driving down on him, my fingers tightened into his neck, I tried to hold his eyes but I couldn’t.
My head tipped back, my lips parted and I gasped softly as I came.
He kept me moving with his arm around my waist and after my sweet orgasm swept through me, I focused and took over again. Watching him as I kept moving on top of him, I saw the burn deepen in his eyes, felt the pressure of his fingers increase on my neck, his arm around my waist got so tight I couldn’t breathe and on a downward stroke, he held me so I was full of him, tipped his face forward and groaned into my chest.
I closed my eyes.
There it was.
I did it again.
I had no choice, he woke me with his hands, they were gentle but effective and I was primed before I was conscious so I gave it up again.
Gladly.
Shit.
What was happening to me?
His head tilted back, I looked down at him and it was like I saw him for the first time.
And seeing him looking up at me, his eyes still warm on my face, his cock deep inside me – God, no joke, as insane as it was, I thought he was the most unbelievably handsome man I’d ever beheld… in a dark, savage, totally hot way, of course.
I was about to inform him of this (not that I could do that), when suddenly I was in the air then flat on my back. He loomed over me on a hand in the bed and his other hand cupped me roughly between my legs, his long middle finger invading.
Then his elbow bent, his torso dipped and his face was in mine.
He shoved his finger up higher and I gasped.
“Kah Lahnahsahna?” he asked, I stared and his finger shoved deeper, so much deeper, my entire body jolted upward. I couldn’t say it hurt, in fact, it didn’t. I was still sensitive and it felt freaking great, but…
What the fuck?
“What?” I whispered, his finger slid out then thrust right back in.
“Kah Lahnahsahna,” he growled.
“Kah… uh, Lahnahsahna,” I whispered, taking a stab at what he was demanding from me.
He glared down at me.
Jeez, what did I do?
Then his hand slid from between my legs, trailing his and my wetness up my belly, it cupped my breast forcefully, the pads of his fingers digging in then they tweaked my nipple so hard my body jerked (and not, I had to admit, in an entirely bad way) before his torso twisted. His mouth captured my other nipple, he sucked in hard and that, also, made my body jerk in a definitely not bad way.
Then his face was in mine, his lips a breath away, his eyes all I could see and they were burning with a different light, one that made me catch my breath as his hand went back between my legs and his finger thrust back into me.
“Lahnahsahna Circe lapoo meera kah liros anah,” he declared forcefully and I blinked.
“Uh… okay,” I whispered, thinking maybe agreement was the best way to go and he continued to stare in my eyes.
Then the fire died out of his eyes, he whispered back, “Okay,” his finger glided gently over my clit, my body
