Page 43 of A Darkside Interlude

Chapter Twenty-One

Mari closed her eyes as she stood underneath the torrent of warm water.

Amazing.

She was standing in a rainstorm in the middle of the dessert, inside a Kordolian warrior’s dark-walled chambers.

And she was horny.

It was incredible.

“Here you are.” Rough hands slid across her waist. Something hard and warm and very male pressed against her. Insistent lips planted deep kisses in the hollow of her neck. “You were supposed to have waited.”

“Whatever for?” She wanted him so badly. Mari moaned as he shifted, his massive erection pressing against the small of her back. “What if I can’t wait?”

Broad hands cupped her breasts. She leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of his hard, powerful body against hers. Warm water sluiced over her hair, her face, her body, washing away unpleasant memories.

“Then I will have to do something about that, because I am at my limit.” His hand traveled down the flat of her belly, curving over the mound of her sex. He found the sensitive, throbbing pearl of her clit and caressed it.

“Oooh!” Mari squirmed as intense pleasure coursed through her, turning her legs to jelly. He slipped his other arm around her waist, holding her tight.

“There is no escape,” he whispered in her ear. “You are mine now.”

The way he said it—in that rough, possessive tone—made Mari feel invincible.

His words were truth, and she knew it deep in her bones. Nothing in the Universe could come between them.

Iskar maintained the gentle pressure on her clit as he spun her around. Crimson eyes flashed in the dim light. His lips met hers. Their slick bodies met, bare skin on bare skin, moving together in a symphony of desperate need.

He was all around her, all over her, with his fingers inside her, and he was everything.

Mari ran her hands over his broad, muscular back, discovering a body shaped by years of training and discipline. She dared to look down.

Slick, silver, wet, and all hers. He was a living, breathing sculpture; the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

His proud erection stood between them, massive and straining. A narrow ridge ran down the top of his cock, from base to tip. The mere sight of it elicited a deep, shuddering breath of anticipation. “Oh,” she exclaimed, in a husky, breathless voice.

Mari was awestruck. This hard, intimidating man had somehow turned into a warm, sinful lover.

She looked up, caressing his cheeks as he did magical things down below. Each deft touch seemed to take her to a higher level of pleasure, and just when she thought she couldn’t feel any better, he cranked it up another notch.

Mari ran her fingers over the hard angles and planes of his face.

“Here,” he whispered, capturing her hand and placing her fingers at his temple. Beneath his silver skin, there was something smooth and slightly raised. Come to think of it, Mari thought she could see a slightly darkened area where the bump was.

“What’s this?” As she traced her fingers over the bump, a low, guttural rumble came from deep within his throat.

It was a primal, animalistic sound, and it stoked her arousal to near-breaking point.

“H-horns,” he gasped. “I only ever want your hands on them.”

“And I only ever want your fingers inside me,” she whispered as she gently rubbed both of his horn-stumps with the pads of her thumbs.

The effect was incredible.

“Ah, Ma-ri-bel…” He caressed her name, drawing it out and making it his. “I’m yours.”

Her Universe shattered into a million blissful pieces.

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