Page 17 of Surrender
The blush staining her cheeks deepened and she persisted in staring at his chest.
“Look at me, Betsy.”
She pulled back and met his searching gaze. He took in all her features as he held her close, studying her beauty. A light dusting of freckles covered her cheeks, nose, and the very tops of her slender shoulders. Her creamy white skin reminded him of the soft ivory silk sold by the street vendors in his district back home.
The animal inside Merokk roared to life as he watched her lick her full, inviting lips.
Drawing her face upward, he captured her mouth in a soft kiss, sliding his tongue inside to taste, explore, and claim Betsy as his. She responded at once, melting into him and meeting the thrusts of his tongue, moaning sweetly into his mouth.
Merokk tore away and pushed her down on the bed. He could not wait a moment longer. He had to have her. Now.
He stood up long enough to shed his clothes and crawled atop her before she had the chance to move. The rapid rise and fall of her chest, the longing in her darkened eyes, and the scent of her arousal testified to her increasing excitement.
The knowledge that she wanted him was an aphrodisiac to his system, and he became lost in Betsy with each new touch, each new taste. He placed kisses down her neck, cupping her breasts and feeling the movements of her body as she responded to his gentle ministrations. Her nipples hardened in his fingers as he pinched them lightly, taking his time with each of her breasts, and a growl resounded in his chest when the scent of her arousal increased in the air.
“Spread your legs wide, little one. I want to inspect how wet you’ve become.”
Chapter 10
Fiona gaspedas Merokk delved a hand between her legs. He sat back on the bed and peered at her pussy. She flushed all over, knowing he could see just how wet she’d become. And he’d barely touched her. She couldn’t help it. Simply being near him set her heart racing and lust burning through her.
He growled and a look of appreciation reflected in his dark gaze. His nostrils flared and he leaned down, closer to her center, then glided his fingers through her increasing wetness. She trembled at his intimate touch and couldn’t help it when her hips lurched upward.
When he dragged one digit over her throbbing clit, she whimpered and gripped the covers, needing something to hold on to, lest she lose control and start shamelessly gyrating her sex against his hand.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
She couldn’t think clearly, she could only act on impulse.
She wasn’t a virgin, but all the times before seemed to lose meaning and fade into a past that no longer belonged to her.
Merokk’s nearness unleashed instincts and longings she’d never experienced before. His unique masculine scent and guttural groans drove her mad with need, and she shuddered with delight each time he touched or kissed her body with a gentleness she hadn’t anticipated.
She’d expected a good, hard fucking—quick and to the point. Not this. But she wasn’t about to complain, because this was very, very nice. The heat gathering in her core quickened with each rapid breath and she watched, her pulse thumping in her ears, to see what Merokk would do next.
A groan escaped her when his mouth latched onto her nipple. He held the hardened bud in place with his teeth while he lapped at it, and he cupped her other breast in his large hand, caressing and pinching just hard enough to elicit a gasp from her.
Then, without warning, he drew himself up and pushed her legs wider apart, leaving her further exposed. Her heart pounded and she squirmed under his huge muscular body.
She held her breath and braced herself, expecting him to surge into her with his big hard cock at any moment. There was a sudden dark gleam in his eyes that warned he might not be so gentle as he claimed her for the first time.
Nervously, she glanced down at his massive size. His manhood was long and thick, and a slightly darker red than the rest of his impressively sculpted body. Her cheeks heated and she quickly looked away, hoping he didn’t notice her checking him out.
“Put your hands up next to your head,” he said in a gravelly voice.
Confused, she peered at him for a few seconds, wondering why he wanted her hands out of the way. Didn’t he want her to touch him? She opened her mouth, preparing to question this command, but that darkness in his eyes flickered again, prompting her to comply. After drawing in a deep breath, she slowly raised her hands, placing them slightly above her head.
He stared at her for a long while, then said, “Good. But next time, I’ll expect you to obey more quickly.” He leaned forward, grasping for something behind the mattress. Whatever it was, he pulled it up and she saw a flash of black in her peripheral vision. At first, she thought he’d reached for a scarf or something, but then she felt her wrists being restrained in something much more solid.
Her stomach flipped. What was he doing? She tested the restraints and her breathing quickened to discover they were tight. She wouldn’t be able to escape her bonds. Or escape him.
“What are you doing?” She tugged against the thick fabric encircling her wrists again and realized it was attached to the headboard.
“No questions. No talking unless I ask you a question.”
“But—”
He cut her off with a stern look. Despite her anxiety over the unfamiliar, a new wave of pleasure shot between her thighs and caused her pussy to clench.
