The Marked Ones by S. K. Munt Page B

messing with her hormones, but he was happy to be her punching bag all the same. Inexperienced or not, the girl could kiss, and her curves made her the ideal playmate. His hands skirted down the sides of her ample breasts, free falling until they landed on her sensuously curved hips. He moaned in enamored approval, sliding his hands around her firm, pert backside before bending his fingers to claws and raking up the length of her impossibly narrow and tight waist, hiking up her damp singlet and sliding under the clasp of her bra, where her skin was wet, and hot.
    Ivyanne whimpered responsively, making him wonder if this was as intimately as she’d ever been touched. Grinning in sweet anticipation, he raked his fingers back down her spine then cupped the underside of both of her buttocks with one hand and yanked her up against the front of his body, making her feel how hard she had made him. Ivyanne’s knees gave slightly as an excited cry confirmed that he’d hit the right spot-but he couldn’t help but whisper:
    ‘Is that your problem, princess?’ He breathed into her ear. ‘Because I can definitely help with that.’
    Ivyanne pulled away. Her eyes were wild. ‘Come!’ She whispered, tugging on his hand. He allowed himself to be towed like the eager subject he was, marveling at her backside from his vantage point.
    Before he knew it, she’d led him down the grassy slope to a children’s park and shoved him onto a slide before climbing on top of him and slanting her mouth against his. The dampness seeping through to his clothes went from cool to warm in a matter of minutes as a result of the friction between their bodies.
    Tristan wasn’t aware of much after that. He went into auto-pilot, savoring every moment that she gasped in his mouth and ground herself against him, their hands tearing at one another’s bodies. At one point Ivyanne reeled back, heavy-lidded and sensually tousled and moaned: ‘How can anyone smell and taste this good?!’
    He was surprised by the way his heart skittered at that comment. He yanked her back up against him and lightly sank his teeth into her shoulder, near the hollow of her collarbone and muttered: ‘Back at you princess. I could eat you alive right now.’
    Ivyanne groaned and steered his mouth back to hers, her mouth becoming more demanding. She rocked her hips against his harder, panting into his mouth until she suddenly arched her back and cried out in exultation.
    Tristan was rocked by a wave of dizziness as she softly cried out to the stars above, knowing that he had to move quickly, before she unmanned him. Vana would be peeved if she found out how quickly he was able to take advantage of her daughter-but coming here had been the queen’s idea, so he wasn’t going to start worrying about the fall-out of making love to Ivyanne-especially when the hot and heavy petting was Ivyanne’s doing, not his.
    But Tristan had clearly allowed himself to get too excited, too quickly. Because when he reached his hand up Ivyanne’s skirt, tugging at the waistband of her underwear-her wrist clamped down on his like a vice.
    ‘Oh no you don’t!’ she said promptly, soberly, bending his arm painfully behind his back and rolling off him just as he’d been about to swing her under his body.
    ‘Yow!’ he yelped, the pain coursing through his shoulder. ‘Easy up girl!’
    She released his arm. ‘Sorry, I thought you were tougher than that.’
    Tristan sat up, hugging his throbbing arm and scowling at her as he struggled to steady his labored breathing. Ivyanne was fixing her clothes and smiling at him. Her eyes were sparkling in the moonlight, her face flushed. His groin was aching now that she’d stopped pressing against him-he knew it would take hours for that ache to go away.
    ‘So that’s it?’ he demanded unhappily. ‘Get off then get off?’
    ‘Pretty much,’ Ivyanne giggled, no hint of shame in her voice. ‘Now what did you think? That I’d just let you knock me up