Daryk Warrior by Denise A. Agnew Page A

hips.
New arousal burgeoned within as he slid his hands up and under her tunic and
touched her bare back. He pushed his way into the waistband of her pants and
found naked flesh. Wildly, in one part of her mind, she thought she should
shove him away and protest such intimacy. Surely this wasn’t allowed between
two people who had known each other for so little time. Another part of her
thrilled to the new sensations. His tongue stroked hers again and again, and
even with what little experience she had with kissing she found his method
thrilling. As his hands cupped and gently stroked her butt, Mia squirmed in
reaction.
    He broke the kiss long enough to groan, his words raspy
against her lips, “Draconus, Mia. You’re killing me. I have to. I must.”
    Must what?
    He kissed her again and all rational thought left her in a
heartbeat. Whatever insanity this was it left her stripped raw, torn from the
piety she’d lived most her life. This was…well it was amazing and she wanted
more with single-minded purpose. She joined in his enthusiasm, her own touch
exploring as she savored everything about Eryk that made him male. His broad
shoulders, the strength in his incredible arms, the gentleness and greediness
as he touched and stroked everything. He lifted her off her feet and on
instinct her legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed that hard, thick length
against her most vulnerable point. If she’d been naked he could have slipped
deep within her pussy. Mia knew it, thrilled to it and shamed to it. Her
vulnerability, the fact Eryk could do anything he wanted to her, should have
sent her screaming from the secluded alcove. Instead her body creamed. Turned
hotter, aching for a pinnacle she didn’t understand. She’d heard of climax, of
the orgasm that could happen in the sexual act between man and woman. Only in
her bed, late at night, had she found a spark of it ignited by her own fingers.
She understood what her body wanted to do but didn’t know all the impulses
racking her from deep inside. He reached between them and cupped her left
breast. She gasped into his mouth at the incredible intimacy. One moment later
he clasped her nipple through her tunic and tugged. She moaned at the hot spear
of excitement that chased all the way from her nipple to between her legs.
    He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her neck.
His mouth and tongue traced a heated path. With one quick tug he opened the
neck of her tunic and his mouth clamped over her nipple.
    “Oh!” Mia writhed under the pleasure.
    Hot lips and tongue stroked her nipple for long moments and
the excitement in her body grew higher. She couldn’t stand this. She needed
something.
    But then he released her nipple and looked up at her. Eryk’s
eyes were still red and his breathing came so hard it sounded as if he’d been
running.
    With a gasp, he released her and set her on her feet. “By
all the gods, Mia.”
    He would release her now, say they would stop and forget
this horrible mistake.
    Instead he slipped his hand into the front of her pants and
found the wetness between her legs. She gasped and moaned as his blunt fingers
intruded. It was delicious and soothing and maddening all at once. He found and
stroked over the little bud at the top of her sex. She jerked in surprise as he
took her moisture and smoothed it back and forth over her bud. Pleasure sang
from that point and filled her body with heady anticipation. Her head went back
as she allowed the pleasure to take over. He fluttered his tongue over her
nipple at the same time and she thought she’d go mad. But a mere moment later
the relentless movement of his finger on her sweet spot built to a pinnacle of
sensation that couldn’t last. This had to be banished, to dissolve. Something.
She’d go mad if it didn’t. She whimpered, trying to keep from panting, from
groaning like an animal. Yet the feelings inside her were animal. Real and raw
and uncompromising. When he slipped a finger deep