Page 22 of The Lawgiver's Firebrand
“Too much to hold. We’ll drink from the bottle.”
He spun around, allowing her to snag the wine from the bureau’s top. “How unsophisticated. How pedestrian. Nay. May I say uncouth.”
“You may,” she giggled. Damn, she was acting like a giddy female.
Ari set the bottle of wine on a bedside table before he tossed her onto the bed, ordering her to disrobe. As a trained warrior, she was excellent at following commands, making quick work of shorts, panties, shirt, and bra.
Resting on her elbows, she slid her tongue across her upper lip. But Daire’s attention lingered between her legs, the heat of his stare making her quiver.
He crawled onto the bed, fully dressed. Stroking his palm up her calves and between her thighs, he spread her wide. He didn’t stop there. His hands wandered until they found the silky bare skin of her mound. He slipped two fingers between her swollen folds and teased her with her own wet heat.
“Beautiful. Needy. Mine.” His rich, smooth voice was decadent. Satin. A breath of air across her cheek. A crackling fireplace. Rain pattering on the roof at night. A vanilla-scented candle.
She sighed as he locked onto her hungry gaze with a wicked glint in his eye.
Positioning his hands on her hips, he tilted her higher. Leaning forward, he dipped his head.
Ari bucked when his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking until it pulsed, eager for more. Every lap of his tongue sent a jolt of lust through her body. But Daire took her to the edge of a climax, each time removing his exquisite mouth before she reached it.
He paused. When he drove two fingers deep inside her, she shrieked. Nipping at her sensitive bud, he thrust in and out.
Ari needed to orgasm. Being on the verge was driving her insane. Pushing against his fingers, she battled for her climax. Nerves in every inch of her body throbbed with need.
Ari slammed her palms against the bed, whimpering from her unfulfilled desire. She would die if he didn’t release her soon.
“Daire, please.”
His tongue swept along her slit, a lazy tease as he licked her clit. He slid his fingers out from inside her, sucking them. His lids at half-mast, he watched her reaction. “You taste good, witch.”
Pissed at the incubus, Ari would show him. “If you won’t, I will.”
Before she palmed herself, Daire grinned, saying, “No. No. No. Not while I’m here.”
“Then get busy.”
He crawled close, lodging himself between her spread thighs and throwing her legs over his shoulders. His mouth sought her clit as his fingers hammered in and out of her. He didn’t stop.
Ari rocked her hips against him and ignited. Her muscles spasmed, flames roaring through her like wildfire.
Feeling delirious afterward, she kept muttering, “Just an experiment. Just an experiment.”
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Dairestared at Ari on his bed. After weeks, he no longer accepted their living arrangement as an experiment. But what was it? No doubt it was sex.
Great sex.
He tore off his clothes, preening under Ari’s lustful gaze. Locking his palms around her ankles, he flipped her onto her stomach. A growl ripped from his throat.
Kneeling behind her, he gripped her hips in both hands and lifted. Tonight, there would be no finesse, no long seduction. His thick fingers reached between her thighs. She was wet and ready. Without hesitation, he slammed his cock into her, a deep, single stroke, his balls slapping her ass.
Ari hung on, her head and breasts pressed to the mattress. She bucked against him, their rhythm in sync, frenzied and needy.
Daire fucked her wildly, snarls punctuating every thrust. Gripping her hair in a savage hold, he pulled her upper body from the bed, giving him access to her breasts. Using a free hand, he squeezed and pinched a nipple, her moans urging him on. Untangling his fingers from her long, wild locks, he stroked her clit in time with the slide of his cock.
Ari reached behind her to capture the back of his head. When she drew him down, he nuzzled her neck, kissed her, and nibbled.
The taste of her skin was arousing. Like the first time he had sampled Ari, it was delicious. Spicy. Sweet. Exotic. He inhaled, breathing in the aroma of a field of purple violets, which reminded him of her eyes.
