Page 24 of Raging Tempest

Tempest let out a throaty moan, her legs quivering around his. She pumped her hips in time to the stroke of his fingers and he made a rumbling sound of delight. She was amazing. Free and giving, cheeks flushed with arousal.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he said, nuzzling the valley between her breasts. He planted sucking kisses along the sloped curve of one. Red marks stained her skin in an instant, filling him once more with the sense of possession.

Mine. She belonged to him. No other would see her like this.

“I want to feel you inside,” Tempest pleaded, going still and raising up on her haunches.

He eased his hand away from her core and licked his fingers. The rich taste of her exploded on his tongue and he muffled a groan. Fucking perfect. “Take what you want, if you dare. Put me inside.”

Her moan choked off as she reached down and grasped his pulsating length. She lowered herself on him and his eyes rolled as she stretched and tightened on each inch as he tunneled into her moist depths.

Unable to remain still a second time, he flipped her under him and drove into her again and again. Tempest whimpered and cried out, her legs going around his hips as she held on for the ride.

Sweat dampened his back as he pounded into her. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled. He gazed at Tempest, her flushed face, her eyes dark with the pleasure he was giving her.

“Yes! Yes! I’m almost there,” she cried.

She clasped his shoulder with one hand and the other reached down to rub at her clit. He adjusted his angle, giving her more room and running the length of his shaft along the bud on each pass. Tempest moaned louder, tossing her head from side to side. Her body tightened on him, her torso arching wildly.

He leaned forward, using his weight to pin her down. “Come for me, Tempest. Come.”

Another sharp cry and she was flying. Her eyes slammed shut, her face screwed in a tight grimace as she clenched her jaw and her hips slammed up over and over. She locked on his straining cock like a vise and he snarled as another orgasm tore through him, shredding his soul.

His vision blacked out and he fell atop Tempest’s quivering body, his mind scrambling to recover his equilibrium. Shaking, he fought to make sense of the powerful orgasm.

What the fuck was that? What had this woman done to him?

***

Seraphina wasn’t surewhat just happened. Thoughts in turmoil, she fought to catch her breath. Rook’s heavy body on top of her made it difficult. She pushed weakly at his torso and exhaled in relief when he slumped to the side, legs still tangled with hers.

She turned her head to better see him. His dark hair lay in a tangle, sweat glistening on his shuddering back. His face was buried in the pillow but one hand with tattoos across the knuckles was fisted by his head. She wasn’t the only one affected.

She waited for Roarke to say something but the silence grew stark and uncomfortable. Licking her lips, she said, “I guess we both needed that.”

Instead of responding with humor as she expected, his body went still. She twisted fully onto her side. Did he regret what had happened between them?

Doubt rose and sprouted wings. Maybe she’d misunderstood something. He’d yet to speak.

Trying again, she ventured, “I know we did things backward and should have discussed it before hand but if you have any concerns, I’m up to date on my med check and annual shots.”

“I’m not worried. I had clip surgery,” he announced, shocking her. It was such a permanent decision.

She tentatively brushed his hair back, wanting to see him during the conversation. He opened his eyes and met her stare with a solemn gaze as if waiting for judgment.

“You don’t want children?” She couldn’t help asking.

He shook his head firmly, dislodging her hand. He rolled onto his side and to her relief gathered her close in his arms. She rested her cheek on the side of his chest and listened to the thumping of his heart beneath her ear. He trailed his fingers through her hair. “No. I wouldn’t make a good parent.”

She remembered her file on his family. “Is it because your parents died in the spaceship crash?”

Roarke’s hand stopped mid-stroke and she feared she’d offended him in some way. She tilted her head up to see his expression. His gaze was faraway as he finally said, “My father was Argoran. He abandoned my mother after she disclosed her pregnancy, knowing it was a death sentence.”

Her brows furrowed. She didn’t understand. “A death sentence?”

“Mmhhm.” Slipping his hand from her hair, he caressed the side of her cheek with his knuckles. “An Argoran father must be present for the birth to ease the child into shifting from its cat form in utero to humanoid at birth.”

She stiffened, not liking the direction this was going but Roarke continued.

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