Free Rapture's Etesian by Charlotte Boyett-Compo Page A

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    “I want to know what it is my aunt and sisters find so wondrous, warrior,” she said. “I want to…”
    He turned with her and walked to a soft, sandy spot where he dropped to his knees with a grunt. Leaning forward, he stretched out atop her, sliding down until his erection was thrusting insistently at the juncture of thighs.
    “Feel me, wench,” he said, grinding his hips against her. “Feel my cock aching to slide into you.”
    Kynthia shuddered and felt wetness between her legs.
    Moving so he was lying along her thigh, he wedged a hand between them then thrust his fingers gently down the waistband of her breeches and found the slickness waiting at her crotch.
    “Oh, my god!” Kynthia exclaimed. She arched her hips off the ground and in the doing partially impaled herself upon his questing finger. Digging her nails into his back, she drew in a breath and held it as he slipped his middle finger into her warmth.
    She was tight and hot, and sweetly wet as the warrior moved his finger slowly and gently inside her. Though her nails painfully scored his flesh, he continued to stroke her, drawing from her little moaning sounds that made his shaft as hard as granite.
    Whipping her head back and forth, Kynthia was lost in the pleasure invading her lower body. The sensations of heat and pulsing tremors made her nipples ache and she longed to have the warrior’s lips suckling her.
    “Suckle me,” she heard herself say, and knew the blood had rushed to her face for she felt as though she had opened the door to a furnace.
    Leaning over her, Leksi placed his mouth over the erect peak of one nipple straining the fabric of her blouse. The soft cotton was soon wet as he laved it with his tongue, swirling the tip around and around until he locked his lips over her nipple, stabbing at that sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue then drawing it into his mouth and between his teeth.
    Kynthia was panting as though she had been running all out with Kirkor’s pack. The pleasure the warrior was giving her was so intense, so powerful, she was quivering from head to toe. Her hips were off the ground, giving Leksi full possession of her nether region. When he pulled his mouth from her aching breasts, she moaned in frustration.
    “Let me love you,” he whispered. “Let me be inside you.”
    “Aye,” she managed to acquiesce. She was beyond denying the warrior anything.
    At her agreement, he was on his feet, ripping at his clothing as though it were on fire. He was staring down at her, she was staring up at him and when her tongue flicked out to dart across her upper lip, Leksi Helios freed himself from his breeches.
    Kynthia’s eyes went wide at the sight of that fully erect member. Thick and long, it appeared a weapon in her sight and she shrank back, fear turning her gray eyes dark. She crossed her arms over her breasts and—though she could not close her legs for he was standing between them—she drew into herself like a frightened child.
    “No, milady,” he whispered as he sank down in front of her. “Touch it and know it will not hurt you.”
    His hand closed over one of hers and he pulled it downward, feeling her strength and knowing if she had not been willing to allow him, he would not have been able to move that hand. When he closed her fingers around him, he had to steel himself not to shame himself.
    Kynthia held that stiff cock in her hand and felt it throbbing in her palm. Her fingers barely met around the thickness of it. There was a soft heat that emanated from it to scorch her palm, and as he began moving her fingers up and down the length of his staff, she closed her eyes.
    “It wants you, Sweeting,” Leksi told her. “Feel how much it wants you.”
    She felt dominant with that mighty rod grasped in her hand. Were she of a mind, she could rip it off at the root, but her grasp turned soft as velvet as she stroked him.
    Though he was still clothed in opened breeches and boots, he was as