As if sensing her emotion, he glided his hand towards her buttocks. Her excitement growing strong, she wished he’d touch her again, wished his digit would find its way back into her.
“Are you in love with me?”
He raked the curves of her butt. Her legs trembled and she felt like pleading with him. His expression was now hard and serious. He wanted an answer, but he wouldn’t get it. Not yet. Not when her memories were lost in another universe and she still knew nothing of the woman she really was.
Tightening her lips, she stared at him. The smug look reappeared instantly and he slid his finger between her buttocks to follow the strained line to her cunt. He penetrated her roughly. Pressing her hands down on the mattress, she writhed and cried out. Shards of unchecked desire streaked her whole body while her building orgasm lurked.
Once again he withdrew his finger. Eyes glinting with resolve, he kept looking at her while tracing the outline of her belly. He must know what he was doing to her. As if the last few days didn’t exist, the Morgan who had made passionate love to her in the cave had vanished to bring in the stranger—the harsh man who enjoyed toying with her and making her quiver from hunger and frustration.
Her insides wailed. Her blood shed tears of starvation. Pussy on fire, she arched her back when he moved his hand back towards her bush. He placed his palm over her slit without caressing her. So close she could sense heat coming off his skin. And she couldn’t take it anymore. A sharp and spontaneous cry broke out of her.
“Please, Morgan!”
“Are you?”
Ever so lightly he pressed his hand against her voracious flesh. He stroked her inflamed lips and, as she panted like a wounded woman, he touched her vibrating nub. Alternating light and hard fingering, he rubbed circles on her clitoris.
Struck by violent jolts of bliss, she bawled her ‘yes’. Trembling from head to toes, she dug her nails into the mattress and let pleasure take her over. Had she ever experienced such fierce satisfaction before him? Had any other man in her life made her feel like he was the core of her existence? Somehow, she didn’t think so.
And right there, subjugated to his will, enchained by throes of passion, she prayed for oblivion. For never getting her memories back or going back to her world. For always having him by her side.
When Cara got her breath back, she shot him a furtive glance. His taut features showed his own excitement—he had loved watching her come. With his cock erect and his hand now resting on her thigh, his arm muscles rippled.
“Your beauty is enslaving.”
Did that mean he cared for her or was he simply attracted to a woman with no past, no ties to his universe? She sat up. As if her move had created a distance between them, he moved his hand to the sheet.
“Are you angry at me?”
Because he had manipulated her into confessing her love for him? Yes, she should be. But the sight of his breathtaking gaze, muscular body and aroused dick didn’t allow her such leisure. As he waited for her answer, Cara realised her sole desire was to give him as much pleasure as he had bestowed upon her—and maybe some kind of punishment. She pointed at the empty place in front of her.
“On your knees.”
He blinked. Eyebrows tilted, he licked his lips. But he hesitated. Without a trace of a smile, Cara cocked her head towards the same place.
“On your knees, fighter.”
He complied. Quickly and gracefully, he settled at the foot of the bed, his butt against the wooden footboard. Sitting on his heels, knees apart, back straight, he arrogantly displayed his erection. Cross-legged, pussy open, she settled close to him.
“I’m so wet for you, Morgan.”
He inhaled sharply, dropping his gaze to her bush while the crown of his dick expanded. Aroused by the acute desire she read on his face, and by her own daring attitude, she maintained a low tone.
“I want you to penetrate me. I want you to thrust your big cock inside me and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
He hissed. As Cara watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest, she had the impression she could hear the pounding of his heart, perceive the true level of his excitement. But when he started to reach out, she shook her head.
“Uh-uh…only when I say it.”
A sparkle flashed in his eyes. He tightened his lips and clenched his jaw. With deliberate slowness, she placed her hands on her belly. An uncanny intensity seemed to link her to the expectant man—she had to suppress a shiver. Leisurely cupping her breasts, she took her nipples and twirled them between thumb and forefinger. Pleasure came at her own touch. She sighed.
“I wish you were sucking me. Wouldn’t you like that?”
He closed his lids for a second. When he opened them his clouded gaze went straight through her soul. Biceps flexed, he spoke with the assurance of a man used to being listened to and obeyed.
“I could topple you onto this bed right now and ravish the breath out of you.”
“I know.”
A smile tugged her lips as she continued caressing her nipples. Engrossed in her erotic motions, he rubbed his fists against his thighs. Knuckles white, he appeared on the verge of jumping on her. A little breathless, she licked her upper lip.
“Would you like me to touch you?”
His whole body taut with anticipation, he shuddered. Incredibly, his cock grew even longer and his whisper of raw desire heightened her own lust.
“Yes.”
Barely leaning in, she twisted her nipples for a few more seconds. Then she lowered her right hand towards his spread knees. As he watched closely her every move, a puff of air escaped his lips. The back of her hand resting on the linen, she slid it between his thighs. He tightened his stomach muscles when she cupped his balls.
He uttered a harsh wheeze and closed his eyes. When she began stroking his hairy skin, he flinched as if overcome by unknown sensations. Careful not to brush against his rigid dick, she caressed his nuts one after the other, rubbing their roundness and feeling their weight on her palm.
“I’m going to make you come, Morgan, and you’ll feel like dying.”
He groaned. Eyes popping open, he panted while she slid a finger behind his bollocks. When she applied pressure on the tight flesh running to his asshole, pre-cum oozed out of the tip of his cock. His growl—seeming to come from the depths of his chest—vibrated against her face and her pussy muscles contracted.
“Stop this. I can’t take it any longer.”
“Oh, but you will.”
Moving her hand back, she seized his balls lightly but firmly. Her passion burning down to her nerve endings, she played with them until they tightened in her palm. He moaned with unchecked pleasure. As she fondled his bollocks like cherished treasures, his cock tip glistened and he gritted his teeth.
“Cara!”
“Shshhh…not yet.”
Loosening his fists, he spread his arms on each side of his body to grab the light footboard behind him. The bed tottered. Fingers clenched around the plank, intense stare fixed on her open cunt, he looked like a wild animal just before the kill. She shivered. Then she released him.
“Look at me.”
She exhaled when his gaze bore into hers. The sexual strain she was inflicting on him had dilated his pupils and turned him into a body of throbbing desire. From the base of his enlarged shaft, she rubbed the pads of her fingers right up to his crown. He let out a guttural sound as his member pulsated.
“Give me your love, Morgan.”
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She seized his cock and squeezed it. Bursting out in forceful jets, his cum splattered her breasts and belly. His chest heaved. Hands clutched around the board, he threw his head back and roared.
As his hot seed landed on her flesh, Cara watched him with delight. He shook from the devastating power of his orgasm. He dragged in raucous breaths and her heart surged at the pleasure she derived from his climax. No, she didn’t care for her past anymore, but she wanted to make him tremble and scream wit
h bliss for the rest of her life.
He let go of the bed frame. His arms dangled at his sides and his shoulders sagged. Head down, hair falling over his face, he caught his breath in long, uneven inhalations. While he recuperated she looked at the shrinking length that reminded her of their previous erotic encounters.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Delivered with an awed voice, his comment turned her private thoughts into a three-dimensional inner movie. When he glanced up, she brought a finger to her belly and gathered drops of cum.
“Am I?”
Eyes fastened on his seed, he didn’t reply as she inserted her index finger into her mouth. Lips drawn in the shape of a circle, she licked it back and forth. His nostrils flared. He tilted his head to follow the slight movement she had initiated. Cara sighed as she drew her digit out to appreciate the warm cream and raised her head to swallow it.
He sat transfixed. Lost in the rise and fall of her throat, he only seemed to come back to his senses when she spoke in a soft tone.
“Feed me.”
Blowing air out, he reached out to touch her splashed breast and she shivered. The contact accelerated her eager pulse and she felt lightheaded from renewed desire.
He brought his glistening finger to her lips. When she took it into her mouth, his erection rose. Moistness spread in her excited folds. She worked her tongue around his finger then she sucked it all the way in. Trapped in the sheath of her lips, he tensed and his dick thickened. Inch by inch she released his finger, removing her mouth with a wet sound.
“More. I want to eat all of you.”
His digit lingered on her lip. His gaze caressed her face. Then without warning, he drove his other index finger up her cunt.
She cried out. Taken aback by his sudden move, she dissolved into a field of ecstasy. Flashes of desire shining in his eyes, he rubbed her pussy from the inside while he put his hand across her lips.
“Not this time, little vixen. You’re mine now.”
He drew his finger out of her cunt to arouse her clit. The delicious pressure made her heart flutter. Unable to look away from his erection, she watched his shaft grow into the iron dick she craved to feel inside her. He saw her stare.
“Grab it. I want to see you stroke my cock.”
As soon as she coiled her hand around it, he panted. Moving the sensitive skin up and down, she marvelled at the length and stiffness of his dick. Aching to drive it into her pussy, she moaned at the shattering touch of his finger on her clitoris. But when he brought his palm to his lips to taste her juices, she released his cock.
She uncrossed her legs to draw her knees up, and lay down on the bed. Raising her arms over her head, she seized the headboard. With her shoulders pinned to the mattress she arched her back to raise her hips to his dick.
“Fuck me, Morgan.”
He gripped her waist and pushed his cock inside her. It felt like a battering ram penetrating her full force. She moaned, knowing this sound would be the last one—because now she needed to wail like a female in heat, desperately needed to holler her incredible sensations at the top of her voice.
“By the Mighty Gods, I’ve never wanted a woman so much.”
As if breaching her had unleashed his wildest instincts, he appeared to be in the thrall of an overwhelming urgency. Hands clenched around her hips, he pounded her with the same strength and intensity of a lumberjack hacking a tree. She yelled. His ferocious thrusts drove shrieks of pleasure out of her lungs and she shouted her ecstasy.
Seemingly under the restraint of his impending release, he winced at the sound of her uncontrollable outburst. Her cunt flared. Her clitoris exploded. And when she rocked her head from side to side, when her loudest scream reached the ceiling, when her sweaty body trembled from the fury of her orgasm, she felt him grab her buttocks. With a last heavy thrust, he collapsed on top of her, fingers digging into the flesh of her butt, husky grunts rebounding on the curve of her shoulder.
As a veil of perfect felicity descended on her, Cara understood she would never know such profound joy at the hand of any other man. Only he could elicit these heart-wrenching sensations in her. Only he had the power to change her into this rutting creature of the wilderness.
“I love you, Morgan.”
A long shiver went through him. Back hunched, face burrowed in her neck, he loosened the grip on her buttocks. He glided his hands along her sides before circling her breasts. But he didn’t raise his head and she finally got the sense of why people called him Dead. Whatever had happened in his past still clung to him like a second skin.
Somehow it didn’t matter. Because on a deeper level, she also perceived he was tied to her in a way she couldn’t comprehend. Most of all—especially following their first rocky, frightening attempts—she felt grateful his heart had finally decided to let them love each other. Allowing intuition to rule her for the time being, Cara stretched her limbs with a sigh of complete happiness.
“Wow! Oh, my God, wow!”
He glanced up and his genuine smile was like a garden of sunshine on a wintry night. Rolling off her, he then slid an arm under her neck and brought her to him. He hugged her tightly before kissing her lips.
“Utterly unbelievable.”
Cara’s smile was infused with happiness. The ordeal she had gone through when prisoner of the king of Agravar receded to a distant recollection. Although she’d have liked to delete this memory from her mind, the fate of Morgan’s territories had become important to her. Perhaps even crucial.
“He drugged me.”
As she had figured, he didn’t need to ask who. He gently stroked the side of her arm and waited her out.
“He stuck a needle into my neck and injected me with a serum of truth. I tried to resist. I really did try, but the poison was too potent. It felt like my mind wasn’t mine anymore. I’m so sorry, but I answered all his questions.”
“It’s all right, there was nothing else you could do. Losing can be a victory in itself and I’m just glad you’re alive.” He cuddled her in his protective embrace while scattering light kisses on her brow, cheeks and mouth. “What does he know?”
“Everything I was aware of. That the quartz is worthless, that we were on our way here because Caius deciphered the prophecy, and also…that you and I are lovers.”
His breathing stopped. The circle of his arms tightened around her body and he froze against her.
“Did Devlyn hurt you?”
“Yes. He hit me several times. God, that hurt!”
“I mean, did he touch you…?”
“Oh, no! He tried but I struck him back. You should have seen his face, he looked enraged. Then the attack began so he ran downstairs. He left me with Bullface and that’s when I managed to escape.”
His whole body relaxed. With intense relief and pride lighting his features, he drew her tighter into his arms. Although basking in his obvious happiness, she recalled the bloody battle, the ravaged lands they had flown over and the icy features of the king of Agravar as he’d tortured her.
“How can such a handsome man be so cruel?”
When he didn’t reply she glanced up. Although he maintained a composed face, his clenched jaw stood out. In a blinding second she realised her stupid mistake, but Morgan had already pursed his lips.
“You think he’s handsome?”
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“Yes.”
She wouldn’t lie to him. As a matter of fact, she deeply enjoyed the jealous look he cast her. He had just made her scream her lungs out with pleasure yet his confidence appeared a little shaken at the simple mention of his enemy’s beauty. Wicked as it was, Cara rejoiced at the sudden watchfulness she read in his eyes. On second thought, she’d better put him out of his misery.
“He’s good-looking but in a cold, scary and vicious way. He hurt and tortured me, Morgan. If you and the Amazons hadn’t been there in time, he’d have raped me then probably killed me. I hate the guy!”
He instantly loosened
up and nodded his understanding while his green eyes shone anew. Fingers light on her skin, he caressed her breasts before placing his hand on her belly.
“You’re mine.”
Although softly pronounced, his clear words made the fine hair on her arms stand on end. His unexpected possessiveness sent shivers down to the line of her buttocks, her nipples puckered and her heart throbbed. He might not express his feelings aloud, but his reactions spoke for him.
“Devlyn told me you were the leader of the resistance. Is that why he knows your real name?”
“I stood up to him as soon as he became king. With his father dead and buried, he began issuing unjust laws to the detriment of the people, then he enforced them by killing, raping and destroying. I couldn’t just stand by and let his greed rule our world. So with the help of loyal friends I opposed him. We gained small victories at first, but when the Amazons of Palance and Moonstill joined our cause we grew much stronger.”
He hadn’t even mentioned her in particular, yet the need to know burned Cara’s lips. Ever since she had seen the red-haired combatant interact with Morgan, the damn question had lurked in her mind. Snuggled in the crook of his arms, she’d never have a better opportunity.
“Do you like her?”
“Who?”
“The Amazon queen.”
He took a long breath. Fearing his answer, scared at the sight of the new light glinting in his eyes, she stilled.
“I admire her. We’ve struggled side by side many times. I believe she’s the best warrior I’ve ever seen, better than most men. And there’s a passion in her when she fights that is strangely compelling.”
A dull ache pierced Cara’s heart. The vibrant quality of his voice when he talked about the queen crushed her spirits to mulch. Drawing in reluctant air, she realised her worst enemy might not be the king of Agravar.
“Do you desire her?”
Cocking an eyebrow, he stared into her eyes. A small grin appeared at the corners of his mouth as he grazed her nipple with his thumb.