were gentle, nimble even, and she wanted them caressing her clit. He lowered his head and laved lazy circles around each nipple in turn. When he licked his way down her body, he teased her clit with tiny kisses and nibbles. Their sexual tension exploded into torn-off buttons and ripped laces. They shed their clothes quick and urgent—bodies writhing. Naked, she rubbed against his bare chest and parted her legs.
“You want it like an animal in the woods?” There he went with that spine-tingling chuckle again. “Then turn over, and I’ll do this right.”
Obedient, excited, her body burning for him, she went to her hands and knees. Totally vulnerable, she spread her legs wide and wiggled her ass as an unspoken invitation. Was that her humming when he stroked his hand over her bared butt? Yeah, definitely me. I didn’t know I did that during foreplay . Eight inches of hard cock slammed into her—hard and fast. The invasion of her vagina made her cry out in delight. She loved the way he took charge, pumping in and out of her vagina while he teased her clit with his fingers. When he laved her ear and thrust again, she panted, “More.”
She could feel every urgent movement inside her, filling her completely. He mantled his body around her and kissed and nibbled at her neck. Bite me. Claim me. Make me yours forever . When she glanced up at him over her shoulder, he flashed her his heart-stopping smile and supported himself on one arm while his other hand fondled her aching breasts. Then he thrust harder and deeper.
Goddess, how much of him can my body take? I’m definitely willing to find out.
Breasts heavy, buttocks bared against his groin, she responded with animal thrusts and small savage growls. One buck of her hips, one perfect moment of bliss. He drove inside her like a piston in a speeding sports car. She swore his cock brushed against her womb. She responded with a rush of liquid heat that flooded her pussy. Her hot honey coated his dick as her arms gave way, and she rested her elbows on the ground.
As she came over and over, she screamed, “Leonidas. Sweet Hekate. Don’t stop!”
With a shudder of satisfaction, he climaxed inside her. Finally, bodies sated, they collapsed, panting, on the ground—his cock still inside her as he held her against his chest and ran his fingers through her multihued hair.
* * * *
The most seductive woman Leonidas had ever met lay beneath him—hot, wet, and willing. So eager, she hummed. A good man would have gritted his teeth and keep his cock in his pants, but Leonidas had never hungered for a woman the way he did her. This lesser creature—whether a druidess or a sprite—drove him bat-shit crazy. And showed him the best sex of his life.
There was nothing lesser about his Meena. Truly, he didn’t care about her origins or species. She was sexy, seductive, and loyal to a fault—everything he could want in his queen.
His curse made him a serial seducer, but Meena—with her sharp edges and soft curves—made him want a forever they couldn’t share. With her, he needed the future the Witch Elizbetta had denied him. He wrapped his arms around Meena and clutched her to his chest. Elves’ blood, I’ll remember her wild heather and sweet herb perfume until the end of time . He felt the sort of bone-deep contentment he’d only ever dreamed of. If he could, he’d offer her his heart. Truthfully, it was already hers, but she didn’t need to know that. Bad enough that he pined for a true-mate he could never claim. No way would he let her do the same.
A decade of bedding woman after woman had left him numb inside—until he met Meena. His pride made him a competent lover, one who gave but never really got back. Meena challenged him, stood up to him, and loved him like he was her world. He’d prayed he’d never find his true-mate, not with the curse hanging over his head. Now he wanted her beside him forever, but their future was bleak.
His father had bequeathed him
“You want it like an animal in the woods?” There he went with that spine-tingling chuckle again. “Then turn over, and I’ll do this right.”
Obedient, excited, her body burning for him, she went to her hands and knees. Totally vulnerable, she spread her legs wide and wiggled her ass as an unspoken invitation. Was that her humming when he stroked his hand over her bared butt? Yeah, definitely me. I didn’t know I did that during foreplay . Eight inches of hard cock slammed into her—hard and fast. The invasion of her vagina made her cry out in delight. She loved the way he took charge, pumping in and out of her vagina while he teased her clit with his fingers. When he laved her ear and thrust again, she panted, “More.”
She could feel every urgent movement inside her, filling her completely. He mantled his body around her and kissed and nibbled at her neck. Bite me. Claim me. Make me yours forever . When she glanced up at him over her shoulder, he flashed her his heart-stopping smile and supported himself on one arm while his other hand fondled her aching breasts. Then he thrust harder and deeper.
Goddess, how much of him can my body take? I’m definitely willing to find out.
Breasts heavy, buttocks bared against his groin, she responded with animal thrusts and small savage growls. One buck of her hips, one perfect moment of bliss. He drove inside her like a piston in a speeding sports car. She swore his cock brushed against her womb. She responded with a rush of liquid heat that flooded her pussy. Her hot honey coated his dick as her arms gave way, and she rested her elbows on the ground.
As she came over and over, she screamed, “Leonidas. Sweet Hekate. Don’t stop!”
With a shudder of satisfaction, he climaxed inside her. Finally, bodies sated, they collapsed, panting, on the ground—his cock still inside her as he held her against his chest and ran his fingers through her multihued hair.
* * * *
The most seductive woman Leonidas had ever met lay beneath him—hot, wet, and willing. So eager, she hummed. A good man would have gritted his teeth and keep his cock in his pants, but Leonidas had never hungered for a woman the way he did her. This lesser creature—whether a druidess or a sprite—drove him bat-shit crazy. And showed him the best sex of his life.
There was nothing lesser about his Meena. Truly, he didn’t care about her origins or species. She was sexy, seductive, and loyal to a fault—everything he could want in his queen.
His curse made him a serial seducer, but Meena—with her sharp edges and soft curves—made him want a forever they couldn’t share. With her, he needed the future the Witch Elizbetta had denied him. He wrapped his arms around Meena and clutched her to his chest. Elves’ blood, I’ll remember her wild heather and sweet herb perfume until the end of time . He felt the sort of bone-deep contentment he’d only ever dreamed of. If he could, he’d offer her his heart. Truthfully, it was already hers, but she didn’t need to know that. Bad enough that he pined for a true-mate he could never claim. No way would he let her do the same.
A decade of bedding woman after woman had left him numb inside—until he met Meena. His pride made him a competent lover, one who gave but never really got back. Meena challenged him, stood up to him, and loved him like he was her world. He’d prayed he’d never find his true-mate, not with the curse hanging over his head. Now he wanted her beside him forever, but their future was bleak.
His father had bequeathed him
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