Dragon Actually
She moaned and leaned back, both her hands in his hair. He ran his tongue over the already hard nipple again and again, teasing it. Teasing her. Her grip on his hair tightened.
“Say it, Annwyl,” he demanded against her hot flesh. “Say you forgive me.”
“No.”
He slammed her against the wood table and ripped the breeches from her body. She let out a startled, hungry gasp and he leaned into her, running his tongue up her neck until he reached her mouth. He swiped his tongue along her full bottom lip. She leaned up, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue sliding along his teeth, gliding along the inside of his mouth.
He ran his hand down her body and between her legs. Her head fell back as he slipped his finger inside of her, slowly moving in and out.
“Tell me, woman.”
“Go to hell.”
He jerked back startled. She stared up at him, her eyes full of lust and challenge.
“Want it that way, do you?”
He pinned her to the table with his body while his eyes wandered around the room. As the leader of the rebellion she received the best of what they could manage. That meant she had an actual bed. Made of a solid wood frame, it wasn’t very large, but long enough to suit her height. It would do quite nicely.
In seconds, he caught sight of what he needed lying on the floor, conveniently beside the bed.
“Come on then.”
He gripped her wrists in one hand, stepped back, and pulled her up.
She watched him with wary eyes as he dragged her to the bed. But when he reached down and snatched up a good length of rope that someone had been practicing knots on, she burst into laughter and began to fight at the same time.
“Not on your life, dragon!”
“You started this.”
“No I did not!”
He leered at her as he held her tight. Ignoring her struggles, he hauled her to the bed and threw her face down on the fur coverings. His knee, well placed, held her down.
“You bastard! Let me go!”
“No.” He mimicked her recent simple delivery as he took her wrists, bound them securely with the rope, and tied the end of the rope to the wood frame.
“Fearghus, let me go! Now!”
He ignored her, instead crouching by the bed and running his hand along the entire length of her body. She closed her eyes and gave a shuddering moan.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Annwyl. Tell me, and I’ll let you go.”
“No!”
In response, he slapped her rear.
Annwyl froze. Her eyes wide in shock. Did he just slap her ass? As if in answer, he slapped the other cheek.
She glared at him. “Have. You. Gone. Mad?”
He smiled at her and she couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. “Just forgive me. Unless, of course, you want me to . . .” He raised his hand above her rear. Annwyl snarled. How could she hate him and want him at the same time? How could she feel completely betrayed and still be having the time of her life?
Fearghus kissed her, taking her breath away as he smoothed his hand across her rear. He slid two of his fingers inside her. Already so wet and ready for him, her body offered absolutely no resistance.
He began again to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, making her writhe on the bed. She closed her eyes and moaned. The man must have some kind of spell he used on her. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could feel this good on its own. Her body tightened as heat spread across her groin and up her spine.
Then he stopped.
Annwyl’s eyes flew open and she groaned in frustration. “Don’t you dare stop!”
He stared at her mouth. “Then say it. Say you forgive me.”
She wanted him to finish. Wanted him to bring her the pleasure only he could. But she would never give in that easy. Unable to speak for fear she’d start begging, she shook her head.
He gently pushed her tangle of hair out of her face and stared at her. Her eyes boldly swept across his body, lingering on his erection. He growled in response, standing up. His body towering over her, Fearghus placed his knee on the bed and leaned in, his engorged c**k right by her mouth. Without a second’s thought, she pushed her mouth onto it, taking in as much of it as she could until the head tickled the back of her throat. She began to deeply suck his shaft, while her tongue ran along the underside.
His eyes closed and he growled her name.
* * *
Clearly her mouth was a gift from the gods. There could be no other explanation for something that felt so wonderful. He let himself get lost there for several minutes, as she sucked and licked him. He pulled away before he came in her mouth, although the little moan of disappointment she gave when he did almost made him reconsider. But he wanted to release while buried deep inside her.
Panting, he stood back and almost came just looking at her. Laid out on the bed, bound at the wrists, her body vibrated with her need for him. He couldn’t wait any longer, whether she gave in or not. He had to have her.
He knelt between her legs, pushing them up and under her so that he had a delicious view of her rear.
He entered her from behind, gritting his teeth as her head dropped forward, and she gave a guttural gasp. He moved in slowly, taking his time, ignoring her pleas and rude demands. He waited until he imbedded his c**k deep inside her, then he leaned forward.
“Tell me, Annwyl,” he panted desperately in her ear. “Tell me you forgive me.”
“No.”
He sank his teeth into the flesh of her back and she bucked under him. He ran his hand down her body until he had his hand at her bottom, then he slapped her rear again.