Free The Warlord Forever by Alyssa Morgan

but his focus was on Kenna.
    He came to his knees at the foot of her bed and rested his hands on her hips. Nothing would stop him from claiming this woman at last. He took her mouth, sweeping his tongue inside and twirling it with hers. She put her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as he kissed her.
    He gripped her hips tightly, grinding her against his hard shaft, showing her where he wanted to be. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before she yanked it open, and her gentle hands traced over his chest. He rose up and pushed her back on the bed, lowering himself on her, bringing their bodies flush with each other.
    He’d waited centuries to be with a woman like this.
    He slipped his hand under the black silk of her gown and slid it up her thigh, revealing more of her smooth flesh. The soft sigh she gave told him she had no intentions of stopping him this time.

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    Kenna was about to lose her head and make love to Ian. And she was all right with that. She wanted him. Had never wanted a man like she wanted this warlord. It didn’t matter that he was immortal. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t. All that mattered was the way he held her.
    He kissed her until she was delirious from the pleasure; his firm, moist lips sliding over hers, his tongue darting into her mouth. His hand slid under her gown, moving up her thigh until he brushed his fingers over the delicate flesh between her legs, then delved inside.
    Kenna tried to stifle her cry of delight as his fingers moved in and out of her, pushing deeper. His touch was forceful, yet tender, and her body responded, blooming with heat and want. With need . He kept the steady rhythm of his fingers, and pleasure radiated outward, flooding her entire body.
    She let her eyes fall closed, and gasped in surprise when she felt his mouth on her, his tongue circling her clit as his fingers moved, the beautiful pleasure overwhelming her. Never had she experienced a man like this.
    She reached down and took his head in her hands, arching her body into him to receive more of the pleasure he was giving her. He groaned as he pressed his mouth to her, taking her harder, his touch sending shocks of pleasure rippling through her. The passion continued to rise, like the hottest fire, about to reach its divine peak, until her phone rang.
    What the hell?
    She held her eyes closed, ignoring the sound, but the rings were impatient. She felt strangely compelled to answer.
    What time was it?
    She sat up, trying to squirm away from Ian, and he looked at her, shocked, confused. “What is it, lass?”
    “I have to answer that.”
    His look darkened, showing his displeasure. “I’m beginning to think these cell phones are no’ a convenience at all.”
    “Don’t go anywhere,” she told him. “Let me answer this, and then we can do some more of what you were doing to me.” Like a whole lot more. She could stay in bed with Ian for weeks the way he touched her.
    That made him smile. “I may have to start all over.”
    “I don’t mind.” Kenna reached for her cell phone on the nightstand. Unknown number. She didn’t normally answer those, but it was after eleven. It could be important. “Hello?”
    “Is this MacKenna Douglas?”
    She didn’t recognize the indistinct male voice. Unsure of how to answer, she asked, “Who is this?”
    “Connor Flemming,” he said. “I was in Scotland with your uncle.”
    Her heart thundered in her chest and she struggled to sit up further on the bed. Ian tried to keep her under him, but she pushed him away. The one man who might have information about what had happened to her uncle was calling her. She thought he’d disappeared. “Mr. Flemming, I thought you took another expedition to South America.”
    “I could not leave in good conscience without telling you what I know,” he said, “about what happened to your uncle.”
    She knew it! Something had gone wrong in Scotland, and her uncle