Dreams of a Dark Warrior

her, “Get your honey all over it.”
    His gravelly words sent her to the very edge. When he fitted the broad head inside her, she demanded, “Deeper.”
    He bit out, “Need to … go easy—”
    “Deeper.”
Her claws sank into the tight muscles of his ass.
    “Ah, Regin!” He surged home, filling her with thick, pulsating flesh.
“Mine!”
he roared in triumph.
    His shaft was unyielding inside her, stretching her, forcing her body to accept his. When he seated himself as deep as he could go, she surrendered with a scream, her sheath contracting around him.
“Declan!”
    As her orgasm burned through her, his steely gray eyes held her gaze. “I can … can
feel
you comin’.”
    When the waves of pleasure finally crested, they didn’t recede. She was still as frantic for him, her lightning forking out over them.
    He raised himself on straightened arms. Head hanging down, his tags rattling around his neck, he gave one forceful shove over her. Gnashing his teeth, he dug his knees into the ground to heave his big body over her again.
    The third time, his back arched, and he raised his gorgeous face. His expression was agonized.
    On the fourth shove, he bellowed, “Regin!” That agonized expression transformed to one of ecstasy just as she felt him ejaculate inside her.
    Jet after jet of his scorching seed.
    He bucked his hips in a frenzy, flooding her … until she helplessly came from it.

FIFTY-FOUR

    “
N eed—more,”
Declan grated between breaths, mere moments after she’d wrung from him the most mind-shattering pleasure he’d ever imagined.
    He lay atop her, heart thundering overs hers, his swollen shaft still buried deep inside her. The haze began to lift, yet Declan was by no means sated. “I … I can no’
stop
,” he bit out.
    Though he might have vague recollections of taking her in the past, this was still new to him. Those memories were distant, didn’t feel real to him.
    She
was real to him.
I’m not givin’ her up to anyone. Never.
    “Who says you have to stop?” she murmured, her body so warm and giving beneath his. Her silvery eyes were brilliant in the night, her blond brows drawn with passion. Her silken skin was bright with it.
    “My woman’s wantin’ more?” he rasped, beginning to rock over her, reveling in their mingled wetness.
    Her lids grew heavy. “Always.” Her voice was throaty from her screams.
    He raised himself up on straightened arms. “Tell me what you need, Regin.” He wanted to pleasure her more than she’d ever been, to be the male she rememberedabove all others. He craved learning her body so well he knew it like his own.
    “Try me.”
    Gauging her reaction, he began to languidly stir his hips between her thighs. “Do you like that?”
    Arms falling back over her head, she purred, “I
hate
it.”
    But when he gave her quick pumps deep in her core, her head thrashed, and the addictive spark between them flared hotter.
    He clasped her hip, his thumb sifting through her blond curls, seeking her swollen little clit. When he rubbed it, she went wild, digging her heels down to buck beneath him.
    He groaned, “You like to move on me, lass?” Rising up on his knees, he positioned her over his lap.
    At once, she wrapped her arms around his neck, parting her lips for more of his kiss. He covered them with his own, licking her tongue. Her mouth was indescribably sweet. …
    Clutching her luscious arse, he wrenched her down his length while he thrust his hips up. She moaned into their kiss.
    Knees spread, he plunged into her with more force. When she tightened her hold around his neck, her straining nipples raked across his chest, whipping him into a lather. He ignored the tingling in his spine, the heavy ache in his ballocks.
Won’t come before she does.
    Another harsh thrust … and another. Her moan grew continuous, her thighs locked around his waist, her arse writhing against his palms.
On the edge.
    He used all his strength to take her, pounding up into her until his skin slapped hers, until her head fell back and she could do nothing but hold on as he pistoned beneath her. Mouth against her damp neck, he rasped, “You’re goin’ to come for me again?”
    “Yes! I’m so close …”
    He tugged her hair down. “Do you want more of my spend inside you?”
    She sobbed, “Yes, yes, yes!”
    “Then wring it from me,” he commanded at her ear. “Take it from me with your tight little quim.”
    “Declan!”
she screamed, as she began to come wetly