No one had kissed him...in a very long time. It shouldn’t be good. Shouldn’t feel so good.

But he liked it and didn’t want her to stop.

Never had a man tasted so good.

Chloe licked the warrior’s bottom lip and pulled it into her mouth. He tasted like husky man and a touch of bourbon, as if he’d just taken a shot before coming to her.

And he did come to me, didn’t he? A part of her poofed up like a peacock and wanted to strut around. Yeah, that’s right; she got the most powerful man in the whole world to come back for her. Eat it, ladies!

His hands were pushing at her, not pulling her closer like she wanted. “What?” she

grumbled against his perfect lips. The two peaks at the top of his lip beckoned her to trace it with the tip of her tongue. So she did. His hands tightened around her hips in response and she didn’t know if she wanted to giggle or tear open his pants and reach inside.

“Stop it, Chloe.” The cold edge to his voice didn’t stop her so much as the fact that he just used her name. Was that the first time he’d called her by her name? At least without trying to tell her more rules. She lingered over his lips for a moment before pulling back to look at him.

“I missed you.” She’d meant it to sound seductive but it came out as a whine. He walked her back to the bed and excitement pulsed through her. More, she definitely wanted more from this man. She was quickly learning that not only was he amazing eye candy that she’d love to strut around with, but he was a fantastic lover.

She wanted more. She wanted to taste his cock between her lips, feel the weight of his tongue against her pussy lips, and feel his thick cock slide inside her as she mounted him.

But when he reached the bed, he dropped her onto it and calmly walked to the window.

She was naked, needy, desperate, and he was watching the moon. She was certain that at any moment the hole she was staring through him would start smoking.

“Are you sure you won’t take another of my warriors for your new moon? Draven was

most adamant about letting you.”

“What? No. You, only you.”

“Why?” It was such a simple question, but it floored her. She’d never heard him sound so...human. Her mind raced to come up with an answer. Why did she only want him and none of the other warriors? Some of them were far nicer. Heck, Draven had even shown a sense of humor, something Tyrian en Kulev did not have.

She answered the first thing that came to mind. “I trust you. You are straightforward about everything. I know you would never lie to me, and I know that you would protect me from any harm. I can’t say I know that about Draven or anyone else. I don’t think you’d protect me just because my father asked you to, either. I think you’re honorable and you’d protect me because you want to.”

He took a step back and looked at her, his brow pulled into a look of consternation. It was the most emotion she’d seen on his face. A blush stole over her. She’d never been one to beat around the bush when it came to saying what she wanted to say, but she’d also never said anything so revealing to a man like him.

He strode towards her, his hands pulled behind his back. “You should not reveal your secrets. That’s something a warrior learns first.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and laid back into the bed. The closer he came the further she spread her legs until she was wantonly posed like a harlot. Disappointment flickered through her that his eyes did not even drop to her wet sex that was eager for him or to her nipples that were so hard they hurt. Anger was swift to course through her

“And you should not stand there when a woman is practically begging you to fuck her.”

Somehow she knew she shouldn’t have said it. His spine went ramrod straight and he

looked back out the window like he wished he was someplace else. She instantly regretted what she said. His arms came to rest at his sides and then he came to stand between her spread feet at the bed.

The man’s ability to look her in the eyes was both impressive and incredibly

disappointing. Was there something wrong with her? She knew she was plain. Her breasts weren’t very big and her hips and waist weren’t particularly curvy, but dammit she was pretty.

Okay, a plain pretty.

“Turn around,” he said. It was only now that he spoke that she realized he was back to speaking like he lived in a freezer. How had she missed his warm tones before? Why was it back now? Her attitude she’d just popped with him sprang to mind.

“I’m sorry—”

“Turn around, Chloe.” Need and want clawed at her.

“But I want to see your face.” Although he gave no reaction, she sensed that she’d just surprised him. He started to say something but she quickly added, “Please.”

Suddenly his hands grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the end of the bed until her legs dangled off the side. Her breath quickened with anticipation and she undulated against the bed, lifting her hips towards him.

“Are you prepared?”

She glared at his matter-of-fact tone.“Quite,” she said sarcastically.

His eyes left hers, finally, and trailed down to her breasts. With one quick look, she knew he’d just memorized the shape, color, and details of her breasts. With just a look. His hands still lingered on her thighs, creating delicious pen pricks of pleasure straight to her core.

His eyes tracked down over her quivering stomach to her sex, which cried out for him to touch her. His nostrils flared. The movement was so quick, so simple that she almost missed it.

The reaction sent her pulse skyrocketing. He did want her. It was like being hit with lightning while holding an antenna, but there was no pain, only intense, heart-gripping pleasure. All because of his gaze.

Her body warmed to a hot fever. Legs scissoring, her hips undulated, trying to convey what it needed in the most primitive of ways.

“Turn around,” he said again, his voice lower, warmer.

“No,” she said, lifting her chin.

For a moment his brow furrowed then released. One hand left her thigh, the other stayed, and she hoped it was because he had to keep touching her. His hands went to pants where he pulled down his zipper, reached in, and pulled out his cock.

The first glance hit her clit like a stroke. She moaned and arched off the bed. She hadn’t seen him before, could only guess what he looked like from the feel of him. No wonder she’d felt like he was splitting her open. The commander was huge. Thick and long and heavy looking. He held it in his hand as though if he let it go he might topple forward. Mmm, onto me, her body thought wildly.

The head of his cock sported a thick wetness that her tongue desperately wanted to curl around and lick off. Proof that he hadn’t come earlier was evidenced by the thick vein that stood out starkly along the bottom ridge of his cock. He hadn’t pulled himself all the way out but she’d bet his sac was deep with color, pulled tight.

With just the one hand on her thigh, he squeezed and pulled her a few inches closer. Her butt barely hung onto the edge of the bed. She trusted his touch at her thigh, his strength to keep her from sliding off.

She held her breath, her hips arched towards him as he gripped the base of his cock. He aimed it at her and pressed into her. Her head fell back limply and her hands rushed to hold her aching breasts. She heard a hiss of air and knew it was him. He entered her long and slow, her tender, new muscles forced to encompass his girth. She loved how gentle he was, just like earlier. He could easily use her during this special time for her, but he wouldn’t. The man’s honor made her smile.

As soon as he was seated all the way inside her, something broke inside her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and tightened, holding him close. His hands gripped her thighs, like a warning. Then he thrust. Slow but hard enough to brush her clit and pussy with delicious, shuddering pleasure. He took her like a machine. He made no sounds, gripped her no differently.