Page 35 of Warlord's Mate
Her heart skipped a beat. Marcy stared at him for a long moment before turning to the things she’d laid down and picked up what she assumed was soap. When she looked back up, he stretched out his arm as if to take it from her and her heart started to race. She sucked in a deep breath, kicked off the leathers on her feet, and started for the water.
It wasn’t deep, only reaching her calves as she walked toward him, and it took every ounce of willpower she had to keep her eyes locked on his face. It felt as if she was trudging through quicksand and she was less than a foot away when she lost all composure and glanced down.
This close up, he was much bigger.
She brought her eyes up but couldn’t bring herself to look higher than his chest. When she was within touching distance, she held out the soap and stood there so long without him reaching for it, that she finally raised her head.
Something in his eyes made her breath catch. No one had ever looked at her so intensely. His gaze lingered on her mouth again, then lowered to her breasts before dropping down further.
“You’re wearing my shirt.”
She nodded. “It’s laundry day. I didn’t feel like walking around naked while I washed my clothes.”
His eyes flared a brighter shade of amber for a moment, his gaze running the length of her again before he said, “Wash my back,” and turned around.
Marcy stood there so long looking her fill of his wide shoulders and that tight ass that he looked back over his shoulder.
“That was not a request.”
“Right.” She inhaled a deep breath and let it out, then stepped closer.
The spray from the waterfall left a fine mist in the air, the cool water coating her face as she held the soap bar out to wet it. The warlord never moved when she laid her hand to his back, or when she moved his long hair out of the way. The soap bar didn’t cause the same abundance of bubbles the soap on earth did but it did leave enough on the skin to tell it was actually doing something.
Marcy took her time and washed every inch of his back, running both hands over him and wasn’t sure whose benefit this was for. His, because he told her to wash him, or hers, because she was getting to touch all that golden skin she couldn’t seem to stop staring at.
Her hands roamed lower, to that small dip at the base of his spine and she wondered what he’d do if she kept going. He turned before she could contemplate it more and the look in his eyes made her heart give one mighty thump in her chest.
He reached for her hand, placing it on his chest, a silent command to continue. Marcy ran the soap bar over his flesh, coating his arms and shoulders before laying it to those toned pecs, his nipples tightening when she touched them. God, if he wasn’t beautiful. She’d never seen another man so—manly. He was ripped and toned. Not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen and the strength she knew he possessed was intoxicating.
His chest expanded more rapidly as his breathing increased and she worked her way lower, his stomach muscles twitching as she ran her fingers over them and her pulse began to race when she noticed he was no longer soft, that big cock of his now raising to point directly at her.
Marcy swallowed to moisten her suddenly dry throat and looked up at him, her hand inching further down, her fingertips brushing the coarse hair underneath his belly button before working their way further down. She was within inches of exploring the hardened length of him when he snatched her hand away, holding it up in the air.
They stood there staring at each other for long moments before he took a step closer. He placed her hand on his shoulder and reached for the bottom of the shirt she was wearing, dragging it up the length of her legs. The material slid over her hips, his fingers leaving a hot trail on her ribcage. His eyes were locked on hers as he pulled the shirt up, pausing just beneath her breasts. Was he trying to read her reaction?
Her pulse was beating a frantic dance underneath her skin, her breath caught in her throat as anticipation at what he was doing caused her stomach to clench. She licked her lips, his gaze drawn to them for a brief moment before locking eyes with her again. He must have seen whatever it was he’d been looking for because he raised the shirt higher, his knuckles rasping against her nipples. Tingles shot straight to her core, her womb clenching tight as she felt the head of his cock brush up against her inner thigh.
He pulled the shirt over her head in one quick motion and dropped it, the force of the waterfall pushing it under the water to lay at their feet. Her chest heaved as he stared down at her. She lowered her arm, all pretense of washing forgotten when he lifted his hands to cup both breasts, kneading them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples repeatedly until they ached, each small pinch he gave them sending sparks shooting straight to her core and by the time he dropped one hand, his fingers tickling a path down her stomach to dive into the curls between her legs, she was trembling.
Her eyes closed the moment he touched her, his fingers brushing against her clit while his other hand continued squeezing her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth over her nipple. “Open your eyes,e’mahn neok.”
Marcy dragged her eyelids up and swallowed, gulping in a breath as the hand between her leg delved deeper, one long finger sliding between her slick folds before he pushed it up inside her. She sucked in a harsh breath and reached out when her knees went weak, grabbing hold of his arms and moaned, her eyes closing again as he pulled his hand away and inserted two fingers inside of her.
The warlord let go of her breast to cup his hand on the side of her neck, raising her head so she’d look at him. The color of his eyes changed, the amber darkening to golden-brown as he lowered his head, clamping his mouth over her lips. Marcy’s surprised gasp was followed by a moan as his tongue slid into her mouth, his rough exploration causing those small tingles to burn like fire in seconds and she did the only thing she could. She kissed him back.
All the dirty thoughts she’d had about him were poured into that kiss—every pulsing throb she’d experienced when thinking of him and every long night spent wrapped in his arms hoping he do more than just lay there—shown in every swipe of her tongue. She wrapped her arm around his neck, their chests flush, and her heart felt ready to burst as his fingers continued to play between her legs, digging deeper as he pumped them in and out of her.
Marcy broke the kiss, gasping for air. Her arms were still locked around his neck, their breaths mingling. His eyes were locked on her own and a tiny hint of a smile tugged at his lips when his thumb pressed against her clit. She moaned and shifted her hips back and forth, riding his hand as the head of his cock pressed against her leg.
The intense look in his eyes as he stared down at her and the wicked things his fingers were doing made her light headed and it took an embarrassingly short amount of time for her womb to clench, her nipples aching as he hit a spot inside her that caused her to momentarily lose her mind and scream so loud, her shouts filled the cavern and bounced off the walls.
Her last boyfriend had tried endlessly to find her G-Spot but never did. The warlord had without much effort, and she jerked against his hand as he fucked her with those long golden fingers.
His hand on the side of her neck tightened as every muscle in her body clenched, a pinprick of intense sensation starting at the point his fingers were and expanding out in a rush of jolts zinging through her limbs. She dug her nails into his shoulder as she continued to come so violently, the entire world went silent for long moments. The warlord pulled his fingers from her, the hand on her neck lowering to wrap around her waist and he lifted her as if she was weightless, then drove his cock into her with one forceful push. He turned and walked through the waterfall. She blinked water from her eyes when her back hit something slick, cold, and solid. It was another boulder, hidden behind the waterfall. The warlord pressed his hips toward her, pressing her against the rock and she gasped, the length of him filling her so completely, she forgot to breathe.
The warlord lifted her slightly, then dropped her back down on his cock, jolts of pleasure shooting through ever nerve endings before he withdrew and plunged back in. He lowered his arms, hooking her legs over them and planted his palms flat on the rock. She was spread wide open, his hips fitting between her legs as if she had been made for him.
He fucked her like it was his job, hard forceful thrusts and she was panting long before her legs started to quiver, her eyes rolling back as she laid her head against the rock. The warlord lowered his head, his lips playing against the side of her neck before those sharp ass teeth of his once again pierced her skin. She climaxed immediately, the pain from the bite being chased away as he pumped his hips into her, his hold tightening before he withdrew, threw his head back, a guttural sound crawling its way out of his throat as he came, her pussy clenching around his cock until she felt spent and weak-legged.