The Warrior King (Inferno Rising) by Owen, Abigail (reading a book txt) 📕

placed that palm on his chest directly over his heart.

“Soon now, we’ll share our fire and our bodies…and we’ll belong to each other.”

The heat in her hand seeped into her skin and traveled her veins to her core. She was already wet, but he grinned as he felt her reaction to his words. “Tell me where you like to be touched.”

Meira shook her head. “I don’t—”

He pressed into her and derailed her brain.

“Tell me, Meira.” Both humor and intensity gleamed at her from eyes turning to liquid black flame.

“I don’t know. I’ve never—”

Shock reverberated out from him, followed swiftly by a primal kind of satisfaction that buzzed through her like fine wine. “Fuck. Woman, are you trying to kill me?” His voice came out strangled, and she chuckled, but that only made her rub against that steady hand, which made her gasp.

“You can’t tell me what you want, huh? How about you tell me what feels good?”

He left her hand over his heart and trailed his fingers down the oversensitized skin of her arm.

“Why?” she managed to ask.

He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips. “Because the mind is as much a part of sex as the body,” he growled against her mouth. “And I want you here with me, feeling every moment, every touch, to the fullest.”

She blinked up at him, her body already on fire. “I don’t see how—”

He dragged his hand over her, between her breasts to swirl a finger around her navel. “Do you like this?”

Her stomach muscles jumped beneath the featherlight touch. “Mmm-hmm.”

“And this?” He brought that wandering hand up to cup her full breast, brushing over the nipple.

“Yes.”

“What does it feel like?”

Meira licked her lips. “Tingling, and, um…warm.”

“Warm where?”

She forced the gears in her mind to engage. “Where your other hand is…”

“Your clit.”

She nodded.

“And what about this?” He rolled the tight bead of her nipple between his fingers, and she arched up into his touch.

“Oh, yes. Zapping and heat.”

“And here?” He pressed into her clit then eased off and she chased the touch, her hip tipping forward.

“Different.”

“Describe it.”

“Like an urgent ache.” Gods in hell, he was right. Getting her mind in on the action was only turning her on more. The way the skin tightened over his cheekbones, he was enjoying this as much as she.

“What about here?” He rolled her nipple again and this time swirled the finger embedded inside her.

Meira could only moan. Samael smiled, the flames in his eyes giving the expression a dark edge that sent excitement fizzing through her.

“What if I use my mouth?” He left her still kneeling but scooted back so he could lean down and swirl his tongue over her nipple, and Meira threaded her fingers through his hair, not to pull him away. More to hold on for the ride.

“Meira?” He pulled back only enough to blow on her nipple, sending shivers through her.

“It feels good.”

“Want more?”

“Yes.”

“Harder?”

Oh, hell yes. “Suck me.”

The order felt both shy on her lips and full of power, liberating in the strangest way.

He smiled against her breast as he licked and sucked everywhere but the nipple. Meira clenched her hands in his hair harder. “Suck my nipple.”

Immediately he obeyed, drawing her into his mouth, but he only teased as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip.

She pulled his hair. “Harder, dammit.”

“My pleasure.” And he sucked so hard she came up off the bed, her body pulsing to the rhythm of his mouth on her breast.

“Sam—” She moaned his name. “I don’t think I can wait for slow.”

He released her only to move to her other breast and suck as hard, and her climax hovered just out of reach, the ache building. “You can wait,” he whispered.

Only desire came from him now, filling the room, winding around her own and driving them both. He moved up her body gradually, one hand and his mouth worshipping her, the other hand staying as her anchor and her torment, pressing, and enticing, and building. Meira clung to him, riding that hand, reveling in the solid planes and muscles of his body, hanging on for the sheer pleasure he built inside her.

“Did you know wolves bite here to mate?” He nipped at the curve where her neck and shoulder met, then soothed the small hurt with his tongue.

“Are you going to bite me?”

He must’ve caught the excited edge to her voice, because he bit down harder. Not breaking skin, but that edge of pain to the pleasure shot straight through her.

“No. I’m going to fill you with fire.” He shuddered against her. Then rose up. He removed that pressing hand, slipping his finger out of her and taking that thumb from her clit, and Meira cried out with the loss.

A low growl vibrated against her, coming from his dragon. “I thought I could wait, take our time to explore each other, but you liked that too much, and—” He moved to kneel in front of her. Almost rough now, when he’d been so gentle and in control, he lifted her up to straddle him, pausing with his cock pressing at her slick entrance.

“I want you to claim me,” she said when he paused.

Words she never thought she’d ever say became right on her tongue. The ache in her body spread at the sight, at the feel of him doing exactly what he wanted with her, to her, out of control and yet hers to command.

“Tell me if you need to stop.”

Gripping her hips hard, he surged and lowered her at the same time, sinking into her, the stretch of him a burn inside her. At her small gasp of pain, he paused, then pushed forward, breaking through, not stopping until he was balls-deep. There he paused, letting her adjust, holding her body as she breathed.

Gradually the pain disappeared, and the pleasure spilled back in, swamping her. Meira reached out and ran her hands down the ridges of his stomach.

“You smell like smoke, and jasmine, and sex.” His eyes glittered with fire and possession.

He