Page 151 of The Satyr's Guilt
“Come for me,atashe delam.” Jarekrolled her nipple between his fingers and pinched hard. She shoutedout in pain and pleasure as her body shook, her hand snaking aroundhis neck, pulling him down.
He bit into her shoulder as her spasmswarned of her release. Having satisfied Lizette, Jarek followed.His balls tightened. He punched deep. Hard. Once. Twice. “Yes,Lizette. Damn. Yes.” He ejaculated into his female.
When he finally eased away, he kissed herforehead while pulling out. “Did I hurt you?”
Her chest bounced with her rapid breaths.“No. You were wonderful.”
“This next one is for me.” He spread herlegs with his thigh and drove her knees up, resting her feet on hisshoulders while he scooted down. Lowering his head, he found herslick folds, soaked with the evidence of their combined desire. Heopened them with his thumbs. He licked up and back, lazily, tastinghimself as well as her.
She moaned when he sucked on her clit,nipping and circling it with his tongue. He found her core andthrust inside.
Lizette wove her fingers into Jarek’s longdark hair as she arched her back. “Don’t stop.”
Ruthlessly, he ground against her sex withhis mouth.
“Jarek.” She fisted his hair andstilled.
He rode out her demands until she was limp.Then he slid up her body, tugging her into his arms.
She stroked his brand, the feathers of thePhoenix fluttering. From there, her fingers trailed along the manybreed marks on his chest and arms. She licked a path along one.
He shivered, the glide of her tongue onceagain thickening and hardening his arousal. “You,atashedelam, are a dangerous female.”
“How so, Firebrand?” She paused.
Jarek wanted to comfort Lizette through thenight. To say healing words, but the gentle side of him was broken.It had been for centuries. Who knows, maybe he was born without it.Maybe he was always destined to be a violent, bloodthirstyasshole.
He excelled at his job. He paid foranonymous sex. Rough, quick, no strings. Nothing better than a goodlay and pay. No kind words, no cuddling, and certainly no sharedfeelings. When he tired of camp followers, he frequented succubusand nymph erotica houses because there he got what he wanted withno attachment. His hostesses always appreciated the money on thedresser. It made them more accommodating to his tastes the nextvisit.
But comforting words? No. He had nothing tooffer Lizette except the harsh realities of life.
“What do you expect of me, female?”
“Whatever you can give.”
Jarek stroked a thoughtful thumb across hislips. “What if it’s nothing?”
“Then it’s what I’ll take.”
“You deserve more.”
“Yes, I do. So, what’ll it be?”
“Why choose me?”
“You are a good man, Jarek. You found me andkept me going even when I wanted to kill myself. You encouraged meto talk about my captivity. I got up every morning because youdemanded it. You never pitied me. I’m falling in love withyou.”
He twisted onto his elbow, fondling herbreast with easy ownership. “See. This is why you are a dangerousfemale. You make me want to keep you in my bed. I enjoy watchingyou sleep, dress, cook, brush your hair, talk. It doesn’t matter.Most of all, I respect your will to survive. When I see myselfreflected in your eyes, I almost believe I am a good male. May thegods help you, but I’m falling in love with you, too. You make mewhole. I thank fate for bringing you to me even though it wasunkind to you.”
Lizette’s fingers stroked his cheek.
“Sleep,atashe delam. I will returnsoon. I must prepare my stronghold for ourfreron’srescue.”
She grabbed his face between her hands. “Besafe, my djinn warrior. You belong to me now.”
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Unable to sleep, Lizettewandered outside the yurt, worried for Jarek. It was late, and shestretched her arms overhead to ward off sleepiness.
