Pride of Lions by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781788637183
Publisher: Canelo Books
Published: 2019-10-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty One

When Donough knelt on the earth, Cera knelt with him. Their faces were so close he could smell the sweetness of her breath. He felt there was something he should say, but she read the thought in his eyes and laid her fingertips across his lips.

Then she replaced her fingers with her mouth.

Her body from the knees up pressed against the length of his. He curved over her, striving to draw even closer. At first his mounting desire did not even seem sexual, but rather an overwhelming need for completion, for drawing her into him to fill a great aching hollow at the center of his being.

But when she moved against him and he felt the softness of her belly, he became aware of an erection so huge and hard it was painful. With a groan, he thrust blindly against her.

She responded by cupping her hands around his buttocks and trying to pull him yet closer.

“What do you want?” he whispered hoarsely.

“You.”

“How?”

“In me.”

Her words brought him to the brink of orgasm. Fighting for control, he turned his body so he could lie down and pull her down beside him. He dare not lie on top of her; he would surely spend himself then, before he could enter her.

He held her in his arms and studied her face with wonderment.

She was pagan, and he had only lain with a Christian woman, reproaches and whimperings and subtle refusals that must be overcome. Cera did not engage in such subterfuge. She astonished him by the openness of her response and the frankness of her caress. She celebrated his body as she celebrated the life force in the trees and the birds and the earth, with a joy that enfolded Donough in golden heat.

“I want to touch you,” she said, her hands busy beneath his tunic. Her fingers closed around the swollen penis with infinite tenderness.

He gasped. If he felt so much as the pulse in her flesh he would come, but she realized this and kept still. Incredibly still.

He throbbed in her hand.

“You are beautiful,” she said.

Never in his life had Donough exerted such an effort of will. He held the orgasm like a sun waiting to explode, while his eyes searched her face; his ears attuned themselves to the surrounding sounds; his skin felt the warm sun and the damp grass and the soft wind blowing. He was more intensely alive and aware than he had ever been, and he wanted the moment to last forever.

She knew. She smiled at him.

“Gently,” she said. “Slowly,” she said.

The urgency that had been cresting receded. He was able to run his hand over her body, freeing her from her clothing. Suddenly the idea of fabric separating them was obscene to him. But when bare flesh touched bare flesh he almost came again.

“The feel of you!” he exclaimed.

Cera made a sound in her throat, a soft little hum that vibrated through her skin and into his body.

He could not hold back any longer. Rolling

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