Immortal Rider_ Lords of Deliverance Series_ - Larissa Ione [121]
“Yes,” she breathed. “Do.”
His hands dropped to her waistband, and suddenly, it was a frenzy of who-could-strip-fastest. Her mind was fuzzy, her emotions blurry, but she knew nothing but a driving, primal need to get this man on his back.
And he would be on his back. She needed to be in control, and she would nevehe wouldr, ever be under a man.
When the last item of clothing dropped to the ground, they both stood there, facing each other, their breath sawing in and out, fists clenched. Good God, he was gorgeous. He had a runner’s body, sleek and toned. Twin nipple rings decorated his tattooed pecs, his abs rippled with deep, muscular grooves, and his slim hips tapered to powerful legs. And between them, his arousal rose up, thick at the base and ridged with veins all the way to the smooth head.
“I can’t,” he rasped. “Can’t go all the way.”
Disappointment sang through her, but hell, she’d take what she could get at this point. Wait… why couldn’t he go all the way—?
His powerful arms came around her, caging her against him, and all thought stopped. His kiss was hard, hot, desperate. His cock speared her between the legs, rubbing against her sex as he pumped as though he was inside her.
“Bed.” She spun him, clipped his calf with her ankle, and shoved against his chest. Off balance, he hit the mattress on his back. Before he could recover, she leaped on top of him, straddling his thighs.
Surprise registered on his face, but then she started to rock, letting his shaft slide between her folds, and his head fell back, his lips fell open, the very picture of male ecstasy. She ran her hands up his abs, his chest, and over the hard planes of his arms. He responded, lifting his hands to place them on her shoulders…
His fingers dug almost painfully into her skin, and he held her very, very still. His gaze was glassy, drowsy, and his words were slurred. “You want to play, Aegi? I’ll play, but keep in mind that I play rough.”
“Yeah?” Dropping forward, she slipped out of his grip to take one of his nipple rings between her teeth. She tugged so hard he hissed. “So do I, Horseman. So do I.”
Thirty-one
Thanatos was on fire.
A sluggish burn worked its way through his muscles, flames licked at his skin, and smoke clouded his mind. Regan was churning on top of him, her core way too close for comfort, and why the hell had he let it get this far? He’d never, ever, gotten fully undressed with a female. But here he was, on a bed with a woman—another first—and rocking his hips upward to get to her wet heat.
Regan squeezed him between her thighs, and he moaned. Those legs would feel good wrapped around his waist.
“I need to be on top. Driving into you.” Somewhere deep in his brain, he knew the words were his, but he couldn’t believe he’d spoken them.
“Sorry.” She reached between their bodies and stroked his erection. “I only do it this way.”
He hissed at the friction of her palm on his hard member. “I can deal with that.” Hell, he’d deal with it any way srhe wanted it. If he was going to lose his virginity…
No.
God, what was he thinking?
“Regan.” He groaned, arching into her touch. “Stop.”
“No chance of that.” Her voice was as soft as her lips as they kissed their way up to his throat, where she nipped the scorpion tattoo before laving it with her tongue.
Thanatos squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the way she was caressing him, using her entire body like a big cat to rub him all over. Her breasts slid against his chest, her inner thighs brushed softly against his hips, and her hands roved far and wide, stroking, petting. He shouldn’t let himself enjoy this, but he was starved for a female’s touch. This was something he’d dreamed about his entire life, and he wasn’t about to stop it yet.
Maybe he wouldn’t stop it at all.
He frowned, wondering where that notion had come from. His body had never overruled his brain, at least, not