As Long As by Jackie Ivie

became a succulent meal from which he feasted. She was matching him, her continual moans creating a deep well of sound about them. Contact sent fire. Even through clothing. It burned and then it branded, as though marking him. For all time. As if he’d existed all these years for but one thing: this.
    He moved his kiss from her mouth. Trailed his lips to her chin. Down her throat. His tongue slid along the vein there, skimming over the dual puncture wounds he’d made before. He daren’t drain any more. Not yet. Not until she knew what it meant. But oh! It was so tempting. So exquisitely...torturous. He grabbed the back of her gown and pulled outward, shredding fabric, and—
    She didn’t wear anything beneath her gown!
    His hands shook as he caressed her nakedness. Learning. Experiencing. Sense of smell bombarded him. Touch was right behind it. He inhaled deeply, filling his newly awakened lungs with his mate’s essence. Her scent exuded warmed spices, a hint of frankincense, sandalwood...an undertone of musk. Her skin was as pure and smooth as carved alabaster. Her skin was a realm of wonder, the spot where her spine curved into her buttocks a place of mystery and delight. She was so youthful. Strong. Nubile.
    And experienced.
    She’d unfastened his coat. He didn’t know how. Or when. It was enough that she undressed him, pushing the garment from his shoulders and down his arms. She was stopped by his elbows unless he released her. He clutched her close with his left arm in order to release his right. Repeated the move for the other sleeve. She pulled his coat off and tossed it somewhere, despite how his hand explored her, scooping up one of her buttocks. Ah . His mate was perfection itself. Lush. Womanly. Her fingers fussed with his tie. Unfastened it, and then unwound it from about his neck, her movement swift. Efficient. Without a hint of hesitation, or even the shakiness that plagued him.
    Sokar’s shirt had been tailored to his exact measurements. It had been a perfect fit. Now it restricted. Clung. Made it difficult to grab each breath without ripping a seam. Geena’s fingers trailed down the hidden button placket. Without even bothering to look.
    She certainly knew her way around a man’s attire.
    That should bother him.
    No. It should anger.
    Enrage.
    Sokar sucked on a canine, aware that her lack of innocence did the opposite. Her knowledge emboldened and enervated and excited. He needn’t concern himself with hurting her. All he needed to worry over was satisfaction. And...by Horus ! She knew how to do that as well!
    She’d plucked his belt open, unlatched his waistband, and delved downward. Her move shocked him into complete stillness as she found him. Hefted. Her fingers tried to encircle. He sucked in a breath. His belly jerked back from her searching fingers. She looked up at him, a stunned look on her features. And then she smiled. Her expression sent a burst of warmth through him. He nearly preened. But she needn’t be so surprised. It stood to reason. Sokar was an extremely large man. Everywhere.
    “Oh, Sokar. Oh, my. Oh. Oh!”
    She shoved his pants down. His briefs followed. And then she had both hands wrapped about him, delivering eons of pleasure with her touch. Endless amounts. Beyond imagining. Sokar began vibrating with an excruciating amount of pleasure. The bed became an extension of it. The platform beneath the mattress creaked in concert.
    She increased her strokes, delivering even more sensation. More energy. More vitality. Each move hastening him to paradise. The remnants of her gown drooped forward, alternately revealing and then concealing with her motions. The sensations she created were unbelievable. Vivid. Thrilling.
    And wrong.
    As if this was the extent of what he wanted with her. His pleasure. Not hers.
    Sokar caught her wrists, stopping her. And for some reason, it felt like she debated something...like fighting him. Then, she looked up. Caught her lower lip between her