Warcry

don’t move, Heath. Give me some time.” She opened those beautiful eyes to grin wickedly into his. “You’re so big, warrior.”
    Heath drew in a deep breath, forcing himself to hold still. But the sensation was amazing. “There are no words,” he gasped, hoping she would understand.
    Atira’s eyes were half closed as she breathed, “There aren’t supposed to be.”
    She sat up then, bracing herself with her thighs. Heath moved his hands up to stroke her, but she caught them and brought them up to her breasts. “Not . . . yet.” She bit her lip and allowed herself to sink down a bit more.
    Heath moaned, and Atira joined him, each lost in their own sensation. Heath managed to force his eyes open, only to see Atira, her thighs trembling, raise up slightly. The sensation was incredible, and he had to fight the urge to move.
    Atira rocked slightly, then sank down again. “So powerful.” She pressed his hands over her breasts. “I want it all. All of you. On my terms.” She sat up again, and then impaled herself again, taking more of him each time. “Want to feel you deep within me.”
    Heath kneaded her breasts, urging her on. He shuddered again and watched Atira, her skin gleaming in the fading starlight. Hot, sweaty, and beautiful.
    Atira cried out and threw her head back, using her nails to scratch at Heath’s skin as she sank down until she had all of Heath.
    They froze, each breathing hard. Atira opened her eyes to gaze at Heath with such a look of desire that he groaned at the sight. For one moment, he lost control and bucked up into the heat.
    Atira cried out with the pleasure.
    Heath froze, afraid that he’d hurt her, but Atira glared at him. “Move, Heath, damn it. Take me,” she growled.
    Heath moved then, grasping her thighs to control her movements. Atira threw her head back, her breasts swaying to the movement of their bodies.
    Heath focused on his lover, controlling his moves and thrusts, being careful not to hurt her. It was a pleasure to watch Atira respond to him, watch her lift her hands to her own breasts and pull at her nipples.
    She came without warning, and slumped with a sigh, pulsing all around him as she rode her pleasure. She fell forward, shifting slightly, but bracing herself with her hands on Heath’s chest. For long moments she stayed that way, and Heath was content to watch her as he tried to slow the beating of his heart.
    Until she stirred and opened dazed eyes. “Heath. You’re still hard?”
    Heath nodded, unable to answer.
    Atira chuckled, a deep and delicious sound. She leaned over just far enough to kiss him. “You don’t have to think this through, Heath. Just feel it.”
    Heath gasped as Atira squeezed down with her heat.
    She started rocking back and forward, a gentle pace at first. But each time she moved back, she added a grinding action, driving Heath deeper and deeper.
    Heath moaned, amazed at the sensations. “Atira . . .”
    “Let it go, Heath.” Atira crooned the words, increasing the speed of her movements. “Surrender yourself to me.”
    But he wasn’t content with that. With a swift surge, Heath flipped her over, pinning her to the blanket below him.
    “Heath,” Atira said, her eyes wide open with astonishment.
    “Not surrendering,” Heath growled. “This isn’t over between us, Atira.”
    Atira cried out as he drove into her deep and hard, driving them both higher and higher. Atira reached the pinnacle first. Heath thrust up for a final time, following her into the hot, white light.

    HEATH AWOKE AS FIRST LIGHT WAS JUST BREAKING through the trees.
    Atira was next to him, under the same blankets, but not touching him.
    Heath sighed. That had not gone as he’d planned, exactly. Oh, they’d achieved something memorable, all right. It was not a night that would fade from memory. But he’d wanted to make it clear that if she wouldn’t bond with him, they were done. Over.
    But in his heart of hearts, he could not do that, for fear that she would shrug and walk away. Out of his life, but never out of his heart. Heath swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He hoped . . . he prayed she’d be impressed by Water’s Fall. By the castle. By his home. But she was of the Plains, and he feared . . .
    Atira opened her eyes and blinked a bit before she smiled at him. A lover’s smile.
    He reached for her, but she sat up abruptly. “Best be on our way,” was all she said as she reached for her clothing.
    Heath sighed and did the same.

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