Page 62 of Obsidian Prince

Liliana hooked her arms under his, around his chest and back. She held on as her magnificent man pushed into her, hitting her sensitive clit with every thrust. Sweat slicked the skin of his back under her hands. His muscles bunched and rolled beneath her fingers. His body brutally pushed hers to limits she’d never felt before.

She rocked her hips to meet him. Her body matched his rhythm so each hard thrust penetrated as deep as she could get it.

This man should be mine. Will be mine. I want him forever.

“Mine,” she murmured.Mine, mine, mine.Her body gloried in the feel of him filling her. He pushed her toward more and more pleasure that skated on the edge of pain. She tossed her head and writhed as he thrust, as if they fought. She chased the climbing pleasure.

So good. So good. Almost.

She found it. Liliana threw her head back and yelled as her body bucked. Heat exploded and pulsed through her again, too intense to quietly contain.

Alexander grunted like she’d hit him. His rhythm stuttered as he struggled to push into her body as it squeezed him in a hard drumbeat.

He plunged into her as deep as he could go and shuddered.

She felt him spasming inside her. It set off a second explosion in her when the first hadn’t even finished. “Alexander!”

They groaned and shook together for a long, incredible moment.

Eventually, the spasms slowed to little aftershocks every time they shifted. Finally, the pulses of fire burned down to warm coals that spread liquid relaxation throughout Liliana’s body.

Alexander slid his long arms under her.

She straightened one leg, seeing his intention in his mind.

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, so she lay on his broad chest.

Her hands stroked those magnificent pectorals without thought. Despite shredding his shirt to get to them, she still hadn’t gotten to really touch them until now.

He held her close, wordless for a long moment, bodies still joined as he slowly softened inside her.

She propped herself up on one arm so she could look down into his face. Her other hand stroked his chest. Satisfaction colored his soul. The moonlight through the bedroom window silvered the edges of his high cheekbones and forehead on the unscarred side like his face was an artistic portrait in charcoal and chalk. Liliana had never seen anything more beautiful. “Are you sure I can’t bite you?”

He grinned at her, broad, relaxed, and genuine. “You want me to be yours. I heard you.”

“I have never wanted anything or anyone more in my life.” Liliana could not be anything but honest. The truth of the words resonated with every inch of her complete self, cuddled against him. Her heart wanted him. Her body wanted him. Alexander should be hers.

His grin vanished, replaced by something like awe. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone I wanted more either.”

“So, I can bite you?” Liliana felt hope spark. If she bit him, she would never lose him to chance. Fate would be on their side.

He stroked her hair, pulling one of the emerald and diamond hairpins loose that had partially fallen out. He set it on the nightstand without looking. His bright soul darkened with uncertainty and a shading of fear. “No, Little Spider. I know how much you want it. But I don’t think I can allow it.”

Liliana stroked his face reassuringly. “I will only bite you when you are ready, when you are sure that you wish to be mine.” It was odd, but he was the only one who wasn’t sure. Her heart had apparently decided for her without consulting her multi-faceted mind.

The fear and uncertainty cleared from his aura. “What if I want you to be mine, instead?” A hint of smile touched his lips.

“If you are mine, then I am yours, obviously.” Liliana’s hand drifted. She wished she could touch his abs with her fingers, but she was laying on them. As she stroked down his side, he jerked and quivered.

She looked at him with all her eyes. That shouldn’t have hurt.

His lips were tight. His face looked angry. “Don’t.” But his aura sparkled with suppressed laughter.

“You’re ticklish.”

“I am not.” But it was a lie.

She grinned and stroked him in that spot again, squeezing a bit with the tips of her fingers.

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