Hers to Claim by Patricia A. Knight

feather-light—a kiss of demand with nips and a tangle of tongues—a kiss that consumed her—a kiss that she rose onto her toes to follow as he pulled back.
    “O ohh,” she moaned when he allowed her a breath, and she sank back flat-footed.
    “Put your legs around my waist and your arms around my shoulders.”
    He cupped her buttocks and lifted her. Adonia did as he ordered. It never occurred to her not to. It was in his voice, in his actions—the unstated imperative, “I am your master. Obey me.” He snugged her to him, sliding his thickness between her soft folds. His engorged flesh slid along the pouty cleft between her legs where she was most tender. Adonia sucked in air and flashed a glance at Hel when the crown of his cock bypassed the entrance to her warm interior and nudged firmly against her clit.
    “Good?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    His broad hands and long fingers cupped the cheeks of her buttocks and skirted her anus. A simple dip of his finger would penetrate her there. It tickled.
    “Move ,” Hel ordered. “Show me what pleases you. I will hold you.”
    Adonia looked up and held his gaze as she slipped her center up and down the outside of his shaft, adding a sliding friction to the pressure and then circling her hips to roll her clit around the ridged crown of his erection. At first, his hands merely followed her actions but when he caught the rhythm of her undulations, he added his own pressure, helping her move more freely. She pulled her hand away from his shoulder and rolled her pebbled nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The water made lapping noises as the waves from her movement hit the rock ledge of the pool.
    The combination of firm male flesh between her legs and the streaking pleasure flooding down from her nipple to her clit tore a low groan from her. Her eyes slid closed to concentrate on the building sensation. More, more , more! Without thought, she paused at the top of an undulation and dropped her hand to position his cock at her entrance.
    “No.” Hurtling toward sublime ecstasy, she smashed against an invisible wall. Adonia’s eyes flew open as Hel pushed her away gently, shaking his head. His eyes were kind but his firm words denied her absolutely. “No. I say when. I wanted you warmed, relaxed—more easy with me. I think I accomplished that.”
    Adonia’s laugh was helpless. “I am at your mercy, Sir. Tell me what to do.”
    Hel’s lips curved in a slight smile. “Get out. Dry off. I’ll take it from there.”
    A shiver ran through her in reaction to the message in his eyes. Goddess.
    Adonia used her shirt to dry herself and tried not to betray her fascination with Hel. She failed miserably. Every time she threw a guarded peek his way, he caught it. He answered with a stare that normally would send her running. His was not the look of shared passion. It was predation, ownership, plunder and there was nothing gentle in it.
    He held up his fur coat and delved into its deep pockets, tossing six diaman crystals the size of his fist onto his shirt. He then spread his coat out and pointed to its center.
    “Here , lie on your back. Spread your legs. Put your arms over your head.”
    The way her heart thundered in her chest made her breath unsteady . She was certain Hel could hear her shuddering inhales and exhales. While she no longer doubted he would arouse her, the exact mechanics of this rite made her uneasy. “What are—”
    “Don’t talk. Answer me when I as k you a question but otherwise, don’t speak. Understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good. Lie down as I told you.”
    She lay down on her back, her legs spread and arms extended over her head. Hel placed two diaman crystals in the palms of her hands and closed her fingers over them. The remaining four he placed on either side of her wrists, two for each wrist.
    “I need you to keep a tight hold on those crystals and don’t move your arms. It is necessary for the crystals to remain in contact with your skin