Velvet Haven

broke the kiss and fitted his hands around her waist, lifting her up, bringing her breasts to his mouth. Hungrily he took from her, suckling her—starving for her.
    His hand moved between their bodies, as she writhed atop him, her moans filling the room. He reached for his cock, brought it to her opening. She sank down fast and hard, taking him all the way in her tight cunt, which squeezed him like a choking fist.
    He groaned, clasped her hips in his palms, and showed her the rhythm he wanted, a slow, writhing dance of seduction. He wanted to last, didn’t want to spill inside her after a handful of strokes. He wanted to be inside her all night.

    He was watching her. Mairi knew it, even though her eyes were closed. She could feel the heat of his beautiful gaze traveling along her body as she hovered over him. She was in a shaft of moonlight, and she knew that the silver glow gave a luminescence to her body. She could literally feel his desire coursing along her skin where he touched her.
    “You look so good riding my cock, muirnin .”
    Her body hummed. His words were so arousing, just like the incredible vibrations from his big hands, which were roving up her hips. She felt his gaze burning her nipples, and knew then that he was watching the sway and bounce of her breasts. Suddenly he covered them with his hands, and she opened her eyes to see how they spilled out of his palms.
    “I like the way you feel, big and strong between my thighs. You make me feel wild.” With a smile she tossed back her head and listened to the harshness of his breaths as she leaned back, giving him a full view of her undulating body. She writhed and moaned on top of him. “Harder, Bran. I want to feel you go deeper inside me—so deep,” she moaned.
    He surged upward, filling her full. “You fuck like a nymph,” he said, his voice now a low growl in the dark. “A beautiful seductress, sucking the life out of me. It is a torture I’d willingly die for. But you know that, don’t you?”
    His words broke her heart. He truly believed that she would take his life. She tried to show him with her body how she felt. Tried to make him see that it was her love for him, and not some curse, that made her desire him.
    “You have no need for nymphs,” she whispered as she bent to kiss his nipple. “You have me. No one can love this body better than me, Bran. No one can love you, as you are, more than I do.”
    He moaned, reached for her hips, and thrust deeper into her.
    The bed was rocking with his thrusts. Mairi rode her lover harder and harder, and still he wanted more. When she grew tired, and her thighs burned, he helped her, thrusting his hips up, filling her impossibly farther and deeper, unrelenting in his strokes until she was sweating.
    And then, knowing she was so close, he found her clitoris and stroked it, pulled at it, until she screamed and stiffened, but he kept thrusting into her, and her body took him, until he stiffened, pulled her roughly down to his damp chest.
    “I am your slave,” he moaned as he came hot and hard, pulsing heavily inside her. “Do with me what you will.”
    “I want you to submit to me,” she whispered, kissing his mouth.
    “Yes, muirnin . For you, anything.”
    Rolling off of him, she pulled out the iron manacles. She couldn’t believe he was going to let her do this. She could not look into his beautiful mismatched eyes. She knew if she did, she could never go through with her plan.
    “You may use my feathers, Mairi.”
    Her heart skipped a beat, but she ignored it, knowing she was doing the right thing. “You’re so strong. How could I feel like you’re at my mercy wrapped in feathers?”
    “You don’t need chains to have me at your mercy. Can you not feel how weak I am now? I’m yours to do anything you want with.”
    “This is how I want it. Now roll over.”
    He turned onto his stomach. She straddled him and he looked up at her unblinkingly.
    Her heart felt heavy, and she kissed him. “I love you, Bran. Believe that.” With a click, she manacled his wrists.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

    Bran was on his belly, his wrists manacled. He was sweating, knowing what would come. He felt Mairi straddle him, her wet core dampening his skin. She licked away the rivulet of sweat, and his body strained, his wrists tugging at his bonds. Her tongue was flicking along the tattoo of the sword on his back, and he felt his curse grip him even tighter.
    He wanted her again. Her sweet, wet cunt that was