I barely got a chance to adjust to my new position before he twisted, reached down, yanked the sheet up to our waists then came back to me. He hauled me nearly fully under him, tangled his heavy legs with mine, his arm curving almost fully around my body, his face at the side of my head, his mouth at my temple.
I felt his weight settle into mine and I lay immobile, waiting.
Um. I wasn’t sure. Did we get things straight?
When he said nothing and his breath evened out, I called, “Lahn?”
His arm gave me a powerful squeeze. “Trahyoo,” he ordered firmly but softly.
Definitely an order though I had no idea what he said.
“Uh… okay,” I whispered and got another arm squeeze that took the breath from me.
Time to be quiet.
I stared into the candlelit tent.
All right, did that just happen?
I felt his breath stir the hair at my temple, his heavy weight, his body’s warmth.
Yep, it just happened.
I needed to go somewhere and think. I needed to figure out how in the hell I let a man I didn’t know, a man who had raped me seven times (essentially), a man I didn’t like, make me come twice.
I needed to get away from him.
His weight settled more firmly into mine at the same time his arm tightened.
He was asleep. His arm tightened around me in his sleep.
Damn.
Okay, I wasn’t going to get away from him.
So, I needed to wake him up and find some way to communicate there was no way I was going to be able to fall asleep with his weight on me.
I figured he wasn’t going to like being woken.
And I was figuring that the second before my eyes drifted closed and I fell asleep with his weight on me.
Chapter Six
The Marketplace
Our mouths were close, my fingers were wrapped around the side of his neck and the fingers of my other hand had slid into his hair at his scalp under his long ponytail.
His head was tipped back, his breath mingling with mine, one of his arms was wrapped tight around my waist, the other hand curled around the back of my neck.
I was riding my king and I was doing it hard. I wasn’t going fast; I liked the feel of him too much. So much, I wanted to savor it.
But when I rammed down, I did it hard because I liked that too.
“Mayoo,” he growled an order I didn’t understand.
“I don’t understand you, baby,” I whispered breathily into his mouth, his arm squeezed, jerking up and slamming down.
“Mayoo, ” he stated fiercely and I got him.
“Okay,” I whispered, going faster, my eyes closed, his fingers at my neck tensed and my eyes opened.
“Linas,” he demanded, I took a wild guess and stared into his eyes, going faster, driving down on him, my fingers tightened into his neck, I tried to hold his eyes but I couldn’t.
My head tipped back, my lips parted and I gasped softly as I came.
He kept me moving with his arm around my waist and after my sweet orgasm swept through me, I focused and took over again.
Watching him as I kept moving on top of him, I saw the burn deepen in his eyes, felt the pressure of his fingers increase on my neck, his arm around my waist got so tight I couldn’t breathe and on a downward stroke, he held me so I was full of him, tipped his face forward and groaned into my chest.
I closed my eyes.
There it was.
I did it again.
I had no choice, he woke me with his hands, they were gentle but effective and I was primed before I was conscious so I gave it up again.
Gladly.
