Sword (Bones MC 3), page 9
“Little witch.”
“Am not,” she teased. “I’m just a woman.”
“My woman.” He nipped her earlobe sharply.
She gasped out, “I am!”
Sword bit her neck gently, then lapped at her with the flat of his tongue. She always tasted good. Fresh morning dew. All woman.
Without warning, she rolled, urging him to his back. When he complied, she ran her lips down his chest to his navel, looking up at him with those big, blue eyes. Even in the dim lighting of the setting sun, he could see them sparkle at him. The woman was up to something.
She settled between his thighs, her soft palm going to his cock and heavy balls. He was already at attention, but her touch made him throb in her hand. He bit back a groan, afraid to encourage her too much lest he come before he was ready.
When she bent her head to his cock slowly, he knew he was in trouble.
“Woman…”
She engulfed the head.
“Ahh!” His sharp cry was punctuated by a sharp jerk of his hips. He wanted to thrust himself deep inside her mouth, but didn’t dare, afraid he’d hurt her. She hummed around him, her eyes closing, a look of contentment on her lovely face. She opened her eyes slowly, peering up him. Was the little vixen testing him? She engulfed him again, taking him deep. Sword felt the back of her throat, felt it milking him.
That was all he could take. He pulled her up by her hair, telling himself he needed to be careful with her, but unable to suppress the beast inside him that was hungry for his mate. “Come here, girl,” he bit out. She draped over his body like a little cat, finding his mouth with hers. Sword shuddered when he tasted himself on her tongue. “Fuck!” He groaned, as he rolled with her, still lapping at her mouth.
“Sword,” she sighed, arching against him.
He wanted to tell her what she meant to him, but had no idea how to express it. Did he love her? He didn’t know. As much as he was capable of the emotion, perhaps he did. Romantic love for a woman was a new experience for him. One he was finding uncomfortable, but refused to give up.
He rubbed her neck and chest with his beard, using any means at his disposal to stimulate her. She trembled in his arms, clinging to him so sweetly. He’d intended to eat her out, to drive her mad, but she stopped him. Placing a hand on his face, she brought him in for a kiss, her tongue tangling with his until she bit sharply on his lip.
Sword gasped, pulling back slightly even as his cock jumped, nearly exploding with need. “What are you playing at, girl?”
She slipped her hand between them, gripping his length in her hand to guide him to her entrance. “You’re going in bareback, Sword.” The sultry rasp of her voice bewitched him, made him so fucking hard he wanted to fill her little pussy good. “You’re going to fuck me and come so deep and so hard… All right there inside me.”
“Fuckin’ hell!” He sank into her, pumped once, then pulled out, knowing he’d never last if he took her in that position.
With a brutal yell, he flipped her onto her belly, pulling at her hips until she was on her knees, ass in the air, chest on the bed. With a savage thrust, he entered her, burying himself to the hilt. They both cried out. Sword began a driving, punishing rhythm, reveling in her cries.
He slid his arms around her middle, pulling her up to her knees in front of him. One hand slid to her breast, squeezing the firm globe and tweaking the puckered nipple. His other hand found her clit and stroked. Still, he fucked her.
“Ah, God! Sword!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me! Can you do that?”
“Yes! Yes!”
When her body clamped down on him, a scream tore from her throat, brutal and anguished. Her body quivered around him. Her nails dug into his ass, pulling her to him when he slowed his thrusts in an attempt to delay his own orgasm. She was having none of it.
“Come with me, Sword,” she gasped out. “I need you to come inside me!”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “Goddamn! Fuck!”
There was no stopping it. Sword felt himself swelling, come rising and threatening to fill her with his hot essence.
Then he did. With a brutal roar, Sword shoved himself inside her as far as he could, clamping her hips to hold her steady while he filled her. Come spilled around them, dripping down their thighs. His balls. Still, he was hard. Needing more of her.
He collapsed with her back on the bed, falling to their sides so he didn’t hurt her.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” He was breathing hard as he pressed adoring kisses to her neck and shoulder.
“You know you didn’t. I loved every second of what we did.”
“Good. Because I want to try that again, now that I’ve taken the edge off. I wasn’t nearly ready for it to end.”
Magenta giggled, moving her body around him. He was still buried inside her even though he’d spent himself. His dick pulsed with interest when she slid over him.
“Me neither. I might need a second, though.”
“With everything that happened today, I’m not surprised.”
“I needed this, Sword.” She turned to look up at him, something like love shining in her eyes. He wanted that for himself. Wanted her love. Her heart. “I’m not sure I could have could have survived if you hadn’t found me. Then you showed me what making love was.”
“Making love?” Sword snorted. “Not sure anyone else would call what we do making love.”
“It’s how we make love. It’s special to me.” She reached back to cup his cheek in her hand. “You’re special to me.”
“Tell me you love me, girl,” he demanded before he could censor himself.
She giggled. “Only if you tell me first.”
Did he? He thought it over. “I’m not sure I know what love is between a man and a woman,” he said seriously. “I know I don’t ever want to try livin’ without you. I know I’ll kill any anyone who tries to hurt you or take you away from me. I know…” He took a breath. “I know I want to be a better man so, maybe, I can deserve you.” He kissed her temple. “Is that love?”
“It’s our love,” she whispered. “It’s our love.”
Marteeka Karland
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried hard to rid her of.
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Marteeka Karland, Sword (Bones MC 3)
