Master of Swords by Angela Knight Page B

against him with a low moan.
    With an answering growl, he bent her backward over one bare arm so he could reach her breasts. She gasped as he drew one nipple into his mouth, raking it gently with his teeth, then suckling hard enough to send her head into a pleasurable spin.
    Lark dropped her hands to the sculpted muscle of his shoulders. Running her fingertips over the heated satin topography of his skin, she gently explored the strong ridges and hollows, combed her nails through his chest hair, thumbed his small nipples.
    With a low groan of pleasure, Gawain pulled her upright and released her nipple. “Merlin’s beard, that feels good.”
    Tracing the fine trail of hair down his belly, she paused just over the flushed head of his cock. “I’ll bet I can make it feel even better.”
    He laughed. “I’ll bet you can, too.”
    â€œMmm.” Lark wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft. Its flushed head was already beaded with a drop of pre-come. She stroked her thumb over it and enjoyed Gawain’s growl.
    Inspired, she pulled away from his arms and dropped to her knees before those brawny horseman’s thighs. His cock jutted at her, flushed and delightfully thick surrounded by its nest of golden curls. Hers. All hers.
    Lark cupped him possessively, rolling his balls between the fingers of one hand as she stroked the other down his veined shaft. “Well, hello there,” she said to the fat dewed crown. “Would you like to play?”
    â€œDefinitely.” The laughing heat in Gawain’s voice made all kinds of things draw tight low in her belly.
    She grinned up at him and leaned closer, taking the velvet thrust of him into her mouth. He tasted delightfully salty, and the head of the big organ felt silken against her lips. She swirled her tongue over it and listened to him groan.
    Her anxiety had drained away. Nothing like a guy with a big dick to put everything else into perspective . She caught his shaft by the base and angled it upward, licking along its sensitive underside as if enjoying a candy cane. He groaned, one big hand coming to rest on her head, tangling in her hair. For a moment, she stiffened, remembering Fangface’s vicious grip. Then she shrugged the memory off and took Gawain’s balls in her mouth, suckling gently.
    â€œOh, Merlin’s beard, you’re good at that…” he whispered, his voice choked.
    Before she could try out the next erotic torment on her list, he dropped to his knees in front of her. “Want to see what I’m good at?” His mouth covered hers in another of those deliciously tempting kisses.
    When he let her up for air, she gasped, “I’ve got a pretty good idea already.”
    Gawain laughed darkly. “Now, that’s what I like to hear.” He paused for a moment, staring at her bare breasts with hungry intensity. When he finally reached out to cup her, she let her head fall back with a sigh.
    â€œYou’re beautiful,” he murmured, and tugged her nipples gently, milking them into hardening even more.
    Lark lifted her head to contemplate him through shuttered lids and waves of pleasure. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
    Gawain grinned and slid an arm around her waist, lifting her as he leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth again. Pleasure furled through her like a silken ribbon as he swirled his tongue around the peak.
    She was all but writhing by the time he pressed her back onto the thick sawdust and went to work on her breasts in earnest. Caressing and teasing, he suckled until she fisted both hands in his hair, maddened by the sweet pleasure.
    Just when she’d thought she’d explode from that alone, he began working his way down her torso in a string of teasing nibbles that let her feel the tips of his fangs. Panting, she tossed her head against the sawdust. “You’re driving me insane!”
    His laughter gusted against her belly button.