Page 45 of The Interdimensional Lord's Earthly Delight
Chapter 11
The ruins around him meant nothing, not when his hands, his gaze, his mouth were full of Lishelle. Tynan lifted her and spun around to settle his backside on the seat, letting her straddle his lap.
The last time he’d ruled from this throne…
Didn’t matter, because she clamped her knees around his hips and impaled herself.
He threw his head back, clonking his head against the carvedstone and metal, as her wet heat engulfed his swollen flesh. His hips strained upward, lifting her and driving deeper into the plush inner curves of her thighs. He groaned at the sleek, powerful pleasure of her muscles clenching around him in a rhythmic caress that matched their shared gasps, their echoing heartbeats.
By all the gods of Thorkon—of which he was just one—she was splendid. Herdusky-dark skin glistened in the captured solar power of the lanterns, the different colors flirting on the taut angles of her cheekbones, tracing the gentle mound of her belly and the hollow of her navel, lost in the shadows under the swells of her breasts. She leaned back, trusting his hands at the small of her back, her head tilted to one side and her eyes half closed in bliss. Her hair, whichhad been hidden earlier in the scarf, exploded around her face in tight coils, holding their own joyful energy. She rode him gently at first, then urgently, and the beat of their hearts and their bodies kept pace.
Let the rest of the ruins fall around him, he had eyes and hands and lips for nothing but her.
When she lunged forward to clamp her fingers on his shoulders, digging through muscletoward bone, he gazed up at her wide, dark eyes staring down at him as if she would swallow his soul like her slick channel took the entirety of his straining erection, all the way down to his groin so she was grinding against him. He thrust up into her with all his might, finding the balance of friction and pressure that made her keen with pleasure. Her whole body began to tremble with the oncomingrush of her orgasm, and he held her up with his hands full of her heaving breasts, the thickened nipples jutting between his knuckles. He squeezed—with his fingers, with his thighs pushing higher—until she screamed out hoarsely and shuddered, her inner muscles spasming.
Her breaths still seething, he laid her down on the throne and took her with the ferocity of a warlord, the might of a god,the passion of a man who had found—
The paroxysm of his release erased all conscious thought and froze him like a ruin caught in time in the paradise of her body.
For that suspended moment, he saw stars.
And then he was collapsing down on her soft form, one knee wedged into the arm of the throne, the other half braced against the carved base. His muscles trembled at the strain, but he decidedhe’d never move…
“Urf,” she squeaked.
With grand reluctance, he levered himself off her. He patted one hand blindly around the dais behind him, found by touch the embroidered shawl, and pulled it around them both as they slumped across the throne.
After a long, slow exhale, she turned her head where she’d made a pillow of his shoulder. “Is this why your throne is so big?”
“It is this big becauseI was a mighty warlord.” He snuggled her closer, burying his nose in the puff of her curls. “I never knew it was big enough for two.”
“Aww, should I feel special that I broke it in with you?”
An edge to her question sent up a warning flare in his mind, but his vigilance was blunted by repletion. “It’s the only thing that isn’t broken.”
She was silent for a moment, then petted her hand downhis bare chest. “It must be hard to see your home wrecked and forgotten.”
“This was always a rough land, one of the reasons I chose it for my stronghold. But I’m surprised in all the centuries that have passed, no one else wanted it.”
“I know the dukes before Raz weren’t always as fiscally responsible as one might hope for ones overlords. He’s pledged to do more to develop opportunities forhis people.”
Tynan grimaced. “I suppose I am one of those dependents now. Assuming I can convince him I’m not Blackworm.”
As soon as he said the name, he regretted bringing up that ugly past. Except it wasn’t really the past, was it? Not when he’d inherited the face and the enemies of a criminal.
Lishelle’s idle caresses didn’t change, but he thought he sensed a stiffening in her spine, asif she were bracing herself.
“There must be something here in the castle that only the warlord—onlyyouwould know.” She rolled her head to look up at him, the springiness of her hair tickling the underside of his jaw. “Do you have a secret treasure or something?”
He quirked his lips. “Ah, now I know why you have lured me here.”
Her petting turned into a light pinch at his ribs. “Abducted,”she reminded him. “Youstoleme. Not the other way around.”
She had taken something from him, though—
But she was still talking. “It doesn’t have to be worth anything in today’s galactic credits, but if you can show Raz that you are Tynan, I know he’d keep the bounty hunter away from you.”
“Is that a note of worry in your voice?” he teased.