Her body locked itself into position, rigid in ecstasy as it clutched at the throbbing dick she was planted on.
It went on and on. The waves of the most epic orgasm she’d ever imagined flowing over her as she melted onto her breathing bed.
“Perfect mate,” Sparx whispered harshly, his breath blowing against the top of her head where he panted. “One moment and we will begin again.”
Lucy giggled as she began to feel the effects of post-amazing-sex euphoria. Raising her head, she was about to suggest they start now, when she saw the mark she’d left.
“I’m so sorry.” Running her fingers gingerly over the bruise, she frowned. “I didn’t know I was biting that hard. Does it hurt?”
“No,” Sparx denied as he caught the hand she was tracing over the wound she’d given him. Pulling it to his mouth, he kissed the tips of her fingers. “In fact, I like the marks you leave upon my body.” He leaned down, close enough for his lips to tickle her ear. “Bite. Scratch. Mark me as your own, Lucy.”
“Ditto,” she groaned, kissing the bruise he’d placed before her mouth again when he’d turned her head.
“I’m glad you agree,” he said, giving her a sneaky grin.
Lucy only had a second to eye him before he flipped them over on the mattress in one smooth move.
“Have you been educated on the mating marks that Djaromir give their mates?”
Lucy swallowed. Hard. She had absolutely no idea what he’d just said. She’d heard the words; they just hadn’t registered at all. Why? Because now, in this new position, she was losing her mind.
Sparx, big and hard on top of her. Filling her, deeper than she thought possible, with a thickness that pushed her limits. It was almost too much before she even touched on what his size did for her in general. The way his large body cocooned her smaller one within its shadow.
It made her feel dainty. Tiny. Feminine. All the things she’d never felt before with a partner.
“What was that?” she asked, watching his lips move but not remembering what was said.
“I think I may need to take care of you once more before we try to talk.” Sparx planted his elbows beside her shoulders and kicked his pants away. His body never once leaving hers.
“More?” Lucy thrust up into his body, hoping to recreate the delicious movement he’d performed taking off his pants.
“More, mate.” Sparx’s promise was delivered with a steady pump of his hips as he posted himself, braced above her.
“Yes,” she hissed, arching up into his chest until her nipples rubbed against the dusting of hair he had spattered there.
“Always more,” he grunted, quickening their fucking to a steady slap of hips.
Lucy turned her head until her mouth was level with one of his large biceps. Kissing the spot, she muttered a brief apology against the skin before biting down. Marking him as he delivered an orgasm even stronger than the last one.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Are you sure you will be warm enough?”
Lucy turned and frowned at the man who’d been driving her a little bit crazy for the past fifteen minutes.
“This is the fourth top I’ve tried on already, Sparx. We were only allowed to bring one bag, and no matter how much I crammed into it, I’m running out of options quick. At this rate, you’re going to see every single piece of clothing I brought and not like any of it.”
“No! I love your clothes,” he said, giving her a guilty look. “Every item you’ve had on has only enhanced your beauty.”
“What?” she asked, completely confused. “Why have you been suggesting I find something else then?”
“That sweater looks so soft all I can think of is touching it.” The reluctant words came out on a grumble as he gestured at her with a wave. “The shirt before this one framed your breasts in a way that made me want to reach out and weigh them in my hands. The one before that was just as arousing with the way it bared your shoulders.” Tipping his head back, he let out an exasperated sigh. “Regardless of how many times I’ve had you, your body calls to mine. I thought maybe there was something you could wear that would not make me so damn hard. As a warlord, I don’t think it’s appropriate to walk around with my cock leading the way.”
Lucy giggled, her eyes dropping to his crotch immediately. There, pushing tight against Sparx’s leather pants, was the solid shape of a semi-hard erection. One that was growing in size the longer she stared at it. Jerking her eyes up, she was relieved to see amusement on his face as well.
“Yeahhhhh,” she drawled, unable to stop smiling. Pointing a finger at his lap, she gave him nod. “That might not be the best idea.”
Sparx snorted and rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious.” Lucy turned around to poke through the bag again, shuffling carefully on her wrapped ankle. “You’re packing some serious heat there. The type of heat that once seen cannot be unseen. Not that any female in her right mind would want to unsee that,” she finished under her breath. Digging deeper into the bag, she grunted when she couldn’t find the item she’d been sure she’d packed. “I don’t want anyone else getting a glimpse of all that goodness. Especially Tabitha. That’s my goodness.”
When Sparx didn’t respond, she turned to find him watching her. A funny look on his face at first, but one that softened the longer he stared at her.
“What?” she asked when he continued to stare at her, his expression unreadable.
He blinked at her for a moment, as if waking up out of a daydream. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am.” Sparx held out his hand, prompting her forward. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,
