Hour of the Lion by Cherise Sinclair (reading a book txt) 📕

only one calloused finger, he touched the peak, his touch so light, she arched into him for more. He chuckled, and his fingers closed, pressing gently on the tip. Like an electric shock, desire shot in a sizzling line to her clit.

She gasped and he took advantage, taking his kiss even deeper. His fingers rolled her nipple, the pressure growing past pleasure, bordering on pain, and yet her body shook with arousal. As her breast throbbed, he moved to the other, teasing until it swelled to match the first. Until her sex pulsed in time with her breasts.

Her head spun, and she clutched his shoulders. The hard muscles under her fingers lured her hands to stroke up his back.

He rumbled his pleasure. When he released her mouth, she felt as if she was melting right into the hot water. He regarded her for a moment, then smiled. His hand pressed on her sternum.

"Lie back, cariad."

Unable to fight him, she reclined onto the warm rock. The silky water lapped at her sides and her pussy, heating her skin.

"Pretty little female," he murmured. His thumbs gently pulled her folds apart, then he bent, and his tongue slid over her sex. Like Alec had done. A tremor ran through her.

"No." She tried to sit up, "I don‘t want that." Too intimate, too vulnerable, giving him too much control. "Just fuck me."

His head lifted. He met her gaze, and his eyes narrowed as he studied her. His face softened, although she saw a crease appear in his cheek. "All right then."

With ruthless hands, he flipped her onto her stomach. Her legs dangled down, and his thighs moved them apart. A hard hand slid under her pelvis, and he lifted, tilting her hips up to him. A second‘s pause. His cock pressed against her, slickening in her wetness, and then he entered her with one hard thrust.

"Aaaa!" So big. Her fingers clawed at the rock as she struggled to adjust to his size. She‘d asked for this, only she hadn‘t expected to feel…taken. That he‘d stolen the control from her even more.

He didn‘t move, his groin against her bottom. "Breathe, little female."

She inhaled. Again. "Okay," she said, trying not to sound breathless. "Go ahead."

His deep voice flowed over her like honey as he said, "Oh I will, cariad." To her shock, the fingers under her pelvis moved down into her pubic hair. He tugged on the strands, creating tiny pinpricks of sensation. The whole center of her body was turning into a massive ache, and his cock wasn‘t moving.

He touched her entrance where she was stretched so tightly around his shaft and ran one of his slickened fingers over her throbbing clit. She jerked at the blast of sensation.

"What are you doing?" Her blood was singing in her veins.

"Exactly what I want to." His finger slid over and around her clit, ruthlessly driving it into hardness, until it was so engorged it hurt. When she wiggled, he set a hand on her bottom, holding her in place as his other drove her mad.

Her mind started to go fuzzy. "Calum, no."

"At this point, cariad," he murmured, "you do not command. You may beg, if you feel the need."

Fuck. Goddamn. He knew just where to press, sliding his finger in to join his huge cock, and up over her clit until her entire pussy felt like one throbbing nerve. And there he held her until she whimpered, her hips tilting to get his touch…there. She was panting, little moans, unable to think, to protest as he drove her higher. If he‘d just touch —

Instead, he pulled out and inexorably back in. With the slow slide of his cock, pleasure vibrated through her system. Her eyes felt like they were rolling back in her head. Her vagina clamped around him, her thigh muscles trembled as his light touch moved closer to her clit and then farther away. The pressure coiled tighter and tighter, and somehow knowing he wouldn‘t let her escape, sent her even higher until nothing remained in her mind except the slow thrust into her vagina and his circling finger.

"That‘s right," he said softly. "I‘m teaching you that you do not need to control everything.

Let go, cariad. I will take care of you."

She wanted to—she did. So she tried one last time to move, to resist. His hand held her in place. As she gave in, a whimper escaped. A whisper. "Please."

He kissed her neck, his lips warm and gentle. "Little female, I would be happy to please you." His merciless hands closed on her hips, yanking her bottom higher, just as his shaft drove in hard. Deep. Over and over as everything inside her gathered into one place…and exploded, a massive bomb blowing molten fragments of pleasure through every nerve in her body. Her hips tried to buck against his ruthless grip, and the feeling of being controlled sent another wave of sensation pulsing upward. God, god, god.

With a rough, sexy laugh, he hammered into her in short hard strokes, and then pressed deep. She could feel his erection jerking inside and the increased slickness.

He played with her after, fingers teasing, his cock rocking in and out, until he‘d drawn every last spasm out of her, until she was sensitive to the slightest touch, and she laid limp, heart pounding in her chest, covered in a hard sweat. When he turned her over and lifted her in his arms, she could only moan. She swallowed, and her voice came out in a whisper, "You bastard."

He smiled and carried her to the edge of the water. After drying himself, then her, brushing aside her attempts to help, he set her on the bedding. He knelt beside her. "You were far too quick, cariad," he murmured. He ran one finger down her cheek. "This time, we‘ll draw it out a little."

When her eyes widened, he wound his fingers in her hair, held her for another kiss.

Hours later, Calum lay beside her in the blankets, watching her breathe.