Samurai Game (GhostWalkers #10)(107)
Author: Christine Feehan

“Enough,” he hissed, before it was too late. “I’ve got plans.”

She pouted a little, looking up at him as she reluctantly released him. “I had plans as well.”

“Later,” he promised. “But right now . . .” He bent to lift her out of the tub. “You’re all mine, woman.” He wrapped a towel around her, giving her a quick, cursory dry before he picked her up again and brought her into their bedroom. He liked the sound of that—their bedroom. Already it smelled like heaven with whatever scent was in the lit candles.

He gave her a little toss so that she landed on the bed, legs sprawled out. Before she could move, he was on her, following her down, pinning her beneath him. His mouth closed over her breast, suckling strongly. His tongue flicked and caressed her nipple over and over while he tugged and rolled her other nipple until her voice came out in a gasping purr and she arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.

He kissed his way along those filmy threads, following the web down to her belly, his hands caressing her thighs before pushing them apart. He locked down on her hips, holding her in place so he could indulge his whims. He bent his head for a long, leisurely taste. Her breath hissed out and she jumped, her h*ps trying to buck. He tightened his hold and took his time, licking, savoring the sweet honey spilling out of her for him.

“Coming home to you is heaven, woman. Look at you, so beautiful. And damn, you taste so good I could snack several times a day and never get enough.”

Her fingers fisted in his hair, the muscles in her stomach bunching. Her breath came in a series of gasping pants. “I was going to feed you properly, Sammy,” she confided.

“You are feeding me properly.” He held her open as he bent his head to drink. His tongue drew out more honey, circled her cl*t while she wailed and tried to buck against the hands holding her tightly.

Azami thought she might not survive as his mouth ravaged her. There was no other word for it. She couldn’t catch her breath or stay still, not even when he smacked her bottom, the wave of heat causing her to spill more hot cream. He murmured his appreciation, making hot, sexy noises as he lapped at her.

His mouth was pure flame, catching her cl*t on fire as he teased and stroked and suckled. She clawed at his shoulders, trying to stay still but unable to comply with his silent command. He was watching her, his eyes hot and dark and heavy-lidded with lust as he drove her toward her orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, that’s what I want. Fly for me.” He pushed his finger deep, his thumb teasing her cl*t as the rush overtook her. He quickly replaced his finger with his mouth, tongue driving deep, increasing the strength of her orgasm until she writhed and keened his name over and over.

Grinning, he lifted his head and looked down at his woman. She was so beautiful with her hair coming out of that knot, spilling everywhere, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and the marks of his mouth, small strawberry brands, all over her body. He caught her easily in his hands when she started to move, flipping her over fast and hard, taking her breath. His handprint was on her bu**ocks, and he bent his head and nipped with his teeth right in the center of it before rubbing the sting away.

He dragged her h*ps up and back, forcing her toward the edge of the bed. Her bu**ocks were beautiful, round and firm and so enticing. He kneaded her pretty pink cheeks before wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her, while he pushed three fingers into her slick, damp heat. She cried out, panting, pushing back into his hand, wiggling her h*ps to entice and tempt him.

Sam licked his fingers greedily and then placed the head of his c**k at that hot, slick opening. Azami tried to impale herself, pushing back with a small lunge, but he held her, laughing softly.

“Do you want me, baby? How much?”

He loved that she couldn’t stop moving, desperate to get to him, uncaring that she was shamelessly showing him how much she wanted him. He wanted her every bit as much. Her need was an aphrodisiac, taking his lust and pleasure to a new high.

He took his time, slowly, oh, so slowly, pushing into her. He was long and thick and so damned hard, and she was exquisitely tight and fiery hot. He heard the growl rumbling in his chest when her silken sheath bit down on him, wrapping him in flaming silk.

He pulled back with equal slowness, a study in control, refusing to allow her h*ps to follow him as he nearly drew out of her before taking that slow, hot ride back while her body gripped him tightly, contracting and moving as if that silken sheath was alive.

She gave a little moan of protest, trying desperately to force him to speed up his pace. He craved her, hunger clawing deep, ripping at his belly, his body every bit as desperate, but he took his time, enjoying the way his hungry c**k disappeared into paradise while flames ate his shaft.

He rubbed her bottom once, and then smacked her bottom lightly again just to feel that flair of honeyed heat fowing around him, hot and bright. She thrashed and pleasure burst through him. He plunged hard and deep. She cried out as her muscles clenched him tightly, h*ps rocking back to meet the brutal thrust. His c**k burned, pushing through all those hot, tight folds, stretching her, going deeper than he’d ever managed.

“Is this wild enough for you?” he asked gruffly.

Azami lay facedown, chanting his name almost mindlessly while his c**k slammed into her over and over, harder and harder. “More,” she gasped.

The frantic pace set up a hot friction that sent sensation rushing to every part of her body, until there wasn’t a place on her body that wasn’t frantic for release. The heat from his hand only added to the erotic miracle he was giving her. Every thrust brought his shaft dragging over her enflamed muscles until every muscle tightened, pressure building like a tsunami. The explosion sent quake after quake ripping through her body. Her muscles convulsed around his thick cock, clamping down, taking him with her over the edge.

His hoarse cry was torn from his throat as his own body erupted like a volcano. He lay over the top of her, fighting for his breath while he tried to calm his pounding heart. He nuzzled her long hair out of the way to kiss the nape of her neck and then follow that beautiful bird across her shoulders with a trail of kisses. Beneath him, she shivered, aftershocks rocking both of them. He wanted to stay right where he was while her body contracted around his, sending pulses of pleasure through him. He was sated for the moment, drained, feeling relaxed and unbelievably happy. He was home.

“I love you, Azami, so much.” He poured the emotion he felt, the intensity of it, into her mind, sharing with her the feeling he couldn’t quite find a way to express.