Page 29 of Chaos
Ah, she was fiery. Good. A challenge would make this even sweeter.
“If you wish to play, we can play. But I will win.”
Her laugh was beautiful. “Ah, but you’ve never played with me. I thought you knew better than to underestimate your opponents.”
“Must we be opponents?”
“I suppose that depends if our purposes are aligned or not.”
Everything in me tightened as the woman took one step closer, her body swaying with the sensual grace reserved for a goddess.
“Our purpose is pleasure. And you were sent to me as a gift. One I mean to unwrap and enjoy.”
Her eyes widened ever so slightly and she whispered something under her breath I didn’t quite catch. Something about one night and bingo cards. Then she grinned, and I felt another answering swell of arousal.
“But I don’t even know your name.” There was a teasing note in her voice I didn’t understand, but I pushed the confusion away.
“Nor I yours,” I replied. “Nor do I want to.”
She lifted one bare shoulder in a shrug. “As you wish.”
Despite her easy acceptance, I felt compelled to explain. “Names are for lovers. You and I only have tonight.”
“Then we better make it count.”
I couldn’t stand waiting for her. This game of cat and mouse had me aching. I needed inside her, to leave a piece of myself here in this bed so that when I died in glorious battle, I wouldn’t be forgotten.
In three long strides, I closed the distance between us, snagging her by the nape and pulling until her soft curves were pressed against my hard body. A soft gasp left her, but her eyes were warm and inviting as she melted into me. Her lips were slightly parted, and I couldn’t help but see that as an invitation.
I kissed her hard, laying a claim I had no right to. Selfishly, I wanted to ruin her for all future lovers.
She ran her hands up the hard wall of my chest, her palms coming to rest on either side of my jaw. Coming from me, the move would have been an act of dominance, but from her, it was unexpectedly tender.
“Are you going to have your way with me, warrior?” she asked, voice breathy as she threaded her fingers in the hair at the base of my skull and tugged lightly.
“Over and over again, until the last slivers of moonlight fade from the sky and the sun rises.”
“I hope you’re a man of your word. I’m going to be incredibly disappointed if you don’t deliver.”
A low growl was my only response as I unfastened the brooch holding her gown in place and let the fabric flutter to the floor. She was stunning, all soft skin and delicious curves. I was also fascinated by her long locks of flame-colored hair. I lifted a strand, letting it flow through my fingers like silk. “I think you must have been blessed by Aphrodite herself.”
“Oh, really?”
“Tonight you are my goddess incarnate.”
She smiled before taking my hand and placing it over one breast. “Then worship, warrior.”
I gave the full orb a squeeze before adjusting my position and palming her ass. I didn’t give her a chance to protest before picking her up and turning us toward the bed.
“Oookay, so you’re not a boob guy. Noted.”
I didn’t understand what she meant, but I was too focused on the way she parted her thighs for me as I tossed her on the blankets. The triangle of russet curls drew my eye, tempting me beyond measure. I would have her writhing tonight, make her cry out and score her nails along my back and chest, leaving marks I’d wear proudly into battle.
I made short work of my tunic, kicking it aside before placing a knee beside her inner thigh.
She let out a low whistle of appreciation as she took in my manhood. “I knew you’d be a tripod.”
“Excuse me?”
