Bonds of Fire: The Bellum Sisters 2 (paranormal erotic romance) by T. A. Grey Page A

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    Suddenly his hands clenched in her hair, the touch sensual as he pulled on the strands. He cried a hoarse sound, and then grew hotter, thicker in her mouth.
    A raw shout left him. Then hot salty streams jetted in her mouth as he pumped fiercely. Willow rubbed her own sex faster, desperate to come with him. But he softened in her mouth, pulling out slowly.
    “You’ll be a great wife.”
    Willow snapped her eyes to him and bared her teeth. “Fuck you.” A slow, lazy smile crossed his face. Quickly he ducked down, lifted her, tossing her on the bed.
    “Do you want me to fuck you?” His eyes burning over her body. His soft cock twitched wetly against his thigh as if trying to decide whether to rise again or not.
    “No,” she answered fiercely.
    He shrugged then climbed over her to the other side of the bed. He yawned loudly then tucked a pillow under his head. A second later he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her next to him.
    “Thank you for your mouth, sica tawicue .” He yawned again like a bear waking from hibernation then soon his breathing deepened.
    Willow was left to wallow in her thoughts and stare at the man who was starting to grate slightly less on her. Slightly. Her body pulsed with unachieved need. She had a feeling that if she’d ask him to give her what she needed, he’d have done it with a smile on his face. No way could she bring herself to do that. Not after his nasty little reminder. Wife.
    She snorted. Yeah, right.
    She wouldn’t be escaping tonight. She’d have to wait until his guard was down. Until the guard outside wasn’t watching for her. Then she would lose him. Her heart twinged painfully and she rubbed a hand over it. Was she beginning to care for him?
    She looked down at her tied wrists and thought, nope.

 
    Chapter 8
     
    Willow slowly opened her eyes to the morning light creeping in through the windows. She was incredibly warm, especially at her back.
    She jerked to a sitting position. Lyonis slowly came to and the arm around her waist tugged until she was pulled back against him.
    “ Sica tawicue .” His voice was thick and husky from sleep. It reminded her of last night; the same voice he had when he was lost in passion. Willow slammed her eyes shut to block out the memory.
    He moved behind her, his naked hips pressing against her bare bottom. Gasping at the hot prod, Willow squirmed to get away.
    “No,” he commanded huskily, then pushed her onto her back and came up over her. Willow stared up into his low-lidded eyes with her wide ones.
    “What are you—?”
    His lips trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled. Then she felt a hot palm cup her sex. Pleasure spiked inside her and she quickly pushed against his shoulders.
    “Get off of me,” she said between clenched teeth. He made a gruff sound of disagreement, then slid his finger inside her. The pleasure that went unfulfilled last night still wetted her channel. Her hips naturally pushed back against him, and he growled approvingly, then bit down on her shoulder. Her muscles warmed, and she went limp against the bed.
    How did he always manage to do that?
    He didn’t hesitate. He pushed her thighs open, pressed his cock to her entrance, and pushed inside. Willow cried out and it wasn’t in pain. Her core was wet and warm. As he began to pump his hips, she grew wetter for him, easing his way as he dragged himself through her needy center.
    “Willow,” he groaned.
    Planting himself deep inside, he pulled back and grabbed her wrists. Willow blinked as she realized they were still tied together. He lifted them and placed them over the bedpost. Her arms slid down it and she struggled to free them but then he rocked back on his knees.
    Grabbing her hips in his hands, he held her as pounded into her. Willow’s loud moans startled her; her body started tingling with delicious pinpricks of pleasure. It was as if that one night of not taking a release had built something inside her. Something