Prince's Fire (6 page)

Sliding his hands across her high cheekbones, her steady breathing was barely audible. The paleness concerned him, but the joy in having her here consumed him.

Years spent praying for her safety had left him hopeless. How could anyone have survived that horrid desecration their enemy had wrought on them twenty years ago? Yet, Prince’s Fire

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here she was. Safe. His. He swallowed the sigh of relief. Knowing his brothers watched, it would be too crass to share his joy with them since they had no idea if their chosen ones were alive.

The flutter of her long eyelashes drew his attention, the urge to kiss her slightly parted, lush lips overwhelming. Her smell drew out the dark side of him, the part that craved instant gratification from her. Too many sleepless, sexless nights had been spent waiting for her.

Their first union had been a jolt to his senses, and his cock hardened remembering the way her body molded to his and how she had reacted to his power surges so perfectly.

Already the urge to spread her legs and fuck her hard was unbearable. Every warrior needed to know this body was his, that she was not to be looked at or touched by any man but him.

“We will leave you now, brother. If you come to your senses, we will have a more appropriate room waiting for her at the palace,” Dar said.

Val glared at him as they all turned to leave. “Thank you all for coming so quickly today. I only wish I knew what happened since I do not recall sending a message to you.”

“Enjoy your mate for now. We will worry about that tomorrow.”

He watched them leave, got undressed, and curled up beside Gitana. Elation filled him when she rubbed her sweet little ass against his hardened cock. Somehow he would make it through this night and not wake her, but come morning he would feel her hot channel clutching his member again.

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Looking around, she found humor in the meager room.

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She and Shana had built Paradise into a grandiose place with the most immaculate furnishings. It was no better than what she had been raised in. Not that it mattered, but a part of her had cherished the idea of being pampered and adorned with extravagant gifts just once, even if for a brief moment.

What had happened between she and Val in the cave had been a huge mistake. It had felt so good to be with someone and not have to hide her powers. Because he possessed the same powers did not mean she should have slept with him. It had been impulsive. Guilt flooded her. She should have been worried about Shana rather than clutching that tight ass of his and begging him to fuck her harder. She buried her head in his chest, remembering how vocal she had gotten. What if his brothers had heard them?

The hand wrapping in her hair startled her, and when he brought her face mere inches from his, she was lost. She needed to taste him, to feel his tongue dance with hers, to remember how it felt to be wanted.

Damn it. Why did she have to meet him now?

He moved his mouth even closer to hers. They shared the same air, yet their lips did not touch. His blue eyes with white flecks seemed to dance, drawing her into their depths. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear they were clouded with unshed tears. Long lashes captured her attention, and his warm breath cascaded onto her lips. They were lush and so inviting, she wanted to savor the taste of them so badly. He made no move to close the small distance between their mouths. Bringing her hand up to his head, she laced her fingers in his hair and pulled his face closer. She groaned when his lips grazed hers, keeping them just out of her reach. The hand that slid down her back and rested on her waist did nothing to detract from her need to taste him. Closing her eyes, she silently begged for it, unwilling to say it aloud. The urge to whimper overcame her when his tongue slowly licked at her lips before he finally brought her bottom lip into his mouth.

When his mouth captured hers completely, she melted against his body and

surrendered fully to the hunger lapping at her. The hesitant offering of her tongue to his was Prince’s Fire

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met with a deep masculine groan that filled the room. The hand at her waist drew her body fully onto his so that her legs straddled him. The bulge she had found so fascinating earlier beckoned her lower body as she ground herself against it.

Never had a kiss consumed her so fully or felt so right. His taste and smell overpowered her, wreaking havoc on her senses. Destiny. Hadn’t Nana said something about her being destined to be with one man? No, she could not think like that right now.

Loss of contact with his mouth, and Gitana opened her eyes. Val formed a lazy, confident grin as his hand slid down her waist. This man was simply stunning. “Good morning, v’amarita.”

She tried to rise off of him, but the arm looped around her held her in place. Her body had sprung to life with the intensity of the first kiss, her nipples now hard nubs, her pussy wet. She wanted Val -- there was no denying it. She drew his mouth back down to hers, determined to taste him once more before finding her sister.

His growled response was the only warning she received before he pulled her tighter to him and turned over, her body now pressed firmly onto the soft fur beneath her. The action was so quick, she found herself dizzy from it. His hands roamed up and down her sides, ripping away at the material of her top until her breasts were fully exposed.

Cool air lapped across her exposed flesh for mere seconds before his hands were there, kneading firmly. His tongue sought her immediate surrender to his ministrations, reminding her that she had never experienced a man this demanding with a kiss. Nor as exciting. Her hands ran across the contours of his muscled back, pulling him closer. He removed her remaining clothes quickly.

Unbelievable.

The word raced through her mind over and over when the weight of his body pressed firmly between her legs. He thrust his hips forward, and she bucked against him. Never had physical contact with a man felt so good.

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His hands never stopped rubbing, pinching, and teasing their way across her body. As his mouth ran a course down her body, she cried out in need. His tongue felt like a sliver of ice sliding down her heated skin. What was he doing? The thought slipped out of her mind when he spread her legs wider and slowly licked her inner thighs.

His fingers delved into her, her cries of satisfaction mixing with his. “Oh, you are so ready for this warrior, v’amarita. I am anxious to show you just how badly I crave you, but first I must taste your sweetness for myself.”

Her fingers ran through his hair, and she felt the waves of heated pleasure throughout her body. Much more of this and her powers would surge out of control; they already pulsated wildly. Fighting the urge to relax and let her fire powers do what they may, she tugged at his head, silently begging him to stop, even though it was the last thing she wanted.

Val’s mouth sucked and nibbled its way up past her navel through the valley between her breasts and settled at the nape of her neck. Biting her ear softly, his husky words almost sent her over the edge. “Do not fight the urge to let go, Gitana. This warrior can handle whatever you give to him.”

He had no idea what he was saying, but the thought of having another orgasm with him made her body shudder in anticipation. She moaned when he slid into her, his hips thrusting in wild abandon that matched her need so well. She nipped at his neck, his wild groan filled the room as he began fucking her even harder.

“You have no idea how many nights I dreamed of you under me. Wondering what

you’d smell like, what your skin would taste like.” He sucked on her ear, his hands sliding behind her back and drawing her into his embrace. She clung to his shoulders, her body moving with his.

Surprised his cock filled her so well, she felt it moving in and out of her in rhythm to her breathing. Her pulse raced as her hands slid down his back to rest on his firm buttocks.

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She squeezed them, pulling him further into her. She needed him to take her harder, to unleash himself. The tension in his body told her he was holding back.

“You tell me to let go, yet you hold back.” She hadn’t meant to sound hurt, but she heard it in her voice. She hoped he hadn’t picked up on it, but the slowing rhythm of his cock told her he had.

“You are not ready to take the full need of this warrior, v’amarita.”

His thrusts became deeper and harder. Their heavy breathing mixed in the air around them combined with the sound of skin colliding with skin. Never had the auditory sensations turned her on as much as they did right now.

Feeling her skin heating, Gitana knew her powers welled up within her. He continued to thrust deeper and harder as if determined to make her lose control. She cried out in fear when her vision turned to flames of red, the embers rushing through her veins just under the surface of her skin, but soon felt a cool sensation flowing into her. What was happening?

Her nails grazed across his back, her palms absorbing the coolness of his body. She couldn’t explain it, nor did she want to. All she knew was that the man driving into her so fiercely now met each wave of heat from her body as if it didn’t exist. Unshed tears formed in her eyes when her body convulsed around his cock.

“That’s it, Gitana. Let go. Come hard for your warrior.”

The waves of pleasure added to the sensation of cool water lapping at her skin. The more fire power she emitted, the faster his body responded. A loud roar of male satisfaction rang through the air when he exploded within her, but she raked her nails down the flesh of his lower back and silently begged for more. He seemed to grow larger inside of her as they held each other.

She couldn’t believe she had let it happen -- again. It had felt so right with him last night, but it was a mistake. And she had just repeated it.

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Val held her close, feeling the tension coming back in her muscles as his hands gently ran up her arms. Never had he been this alive, and he hoped she felt the same. He had not meant for it to happen this fast; it was only supposed to be one kiss. The urge to taste her had been too much to bear after feeling that supple body of hers pressed so firmly into his. His cock had been hard for hours as he lay there watching her breathing, memorizing every contour of her body.

The gold band on her upper arm intrigued him the most. While the color resembled his own, the blazing red markings it contained signified elements of fire that were polar opposite of the water powers he possessed.

She stirred in his arms and he rose, trailing his hand down her cheek. The surprised look on her face offset her full well-kissed lips. He had not meant to lose control with her, but he had. “You should rest.”

Her gaze darted away from his with the deep intake of breath. “This should not have happened, Val. It was wrong.”

Her words cut. He knew she was terrified, and could not fault her for it, but he refused to give up on her. “You are mine, Gitana. I understand that you may not be ready to accept that fact yet, but it does not stop it from being true.”

“I am not a possession.” She shoved against his chest hard, sending a burst of heat into him. Falling back, he watched her jump off the bed. Her beautiful long hair cascaded around her shoulders, her nipples still hard. He growled seeing his marks on her body. He hated that he had marred her flesh, but wished that they would remain there. Everyone needed to know she was his.

“Come back, your body still craves me, as mine does you. There are so many things I want to do with you. I want to fulfill your every fantasy.”

He watched her close her eyes and throw her head back as her body shuddered

slightly.

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“Your body is so responsive to my voice, v’amarita. It knows it belongs to me so at least let yourself experience the passions Paradise can offer, what I can offer you, even if you are unwilling to accept any more than that.” Her hands attempted to cover her exposed flesh. He grinned at her quick show of modesty.

“It is useless to cover your beautiful tits, Gitana. I burned the memory into my mind while I was marking them. I bet your nipples would love feeling my teeth graze across them, wouldn’t they?”

His cock grew hard seeing her hands shake slightly. Her lusty gaze did little to help his discomfort. He wanted to haul her back onto the pathetic excuse for a sleeping surface and fuck her hard.

“I shouldn’t be doing this. I need to find Shana and make sure she is okay.” The indecision and guilt reflected in her actions, the lack of eye contact, and the beautiful blush on her cheeks. She still wanted him.

“Come here.” He held his breath when she stepped forward, the steps small and tentative. “Good. Now, let me taste my tits again. I miss how good they felt in my mouth.”

She dropped her arms and offered them to him. His cock hardened even more at the contact of his mouth to her nipple. Drawing it fully into his mouth, he savored the way the hard bud became heated by the lapping of his tongue. Her gasp filled the room when he drew it between his teeth and playfully bit down.

Gitana’s body arched toward him, his hand trailing up her inner thigh. The moisture of her pussy seemed to welcome his fingers when they delved into her, his thumb working firmly on her clitoris. Her hands ran through his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Oh, how he craved this woman. Everything about her excited him.

The grin on her face knocked the air out of his lungs. “You think you can handle me all night, warrior?”

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“I know that I can.” She straddled his lower thighs, keeping a short distance between their bodies.

“Good, because I am ready to come again.” Val looked into her eyes, curious about the drastic change of emotions from her. Not about to question it, he kissed her hungrily, savoring the taste of her mouth and the way she responded to him so easily. Her pliant mouth felt so right against his.