Free Man Who Should be King by Mlyn Hurn Page B

that would have him howling in despair for a
week on the toilet. Yes…that was a tempting retribution for what he had just
done to her. Or perhaps she could give him a disgusting case of sores and
boils. And he thought that he could control her body! Ha! The fool had another
think—
    Marcus began sliding one of his fingers between her lips. He
delved for a few moments, and then he seemed satisfied with what he had located
when his touch caused an immediate and hard flexing of her hips.
    “Ooh!” she gasped in surprise. She had touched herself, but
this was different. For some reason, Marcus’ fingers appeared to know exactly
the best ways and places to touch her. Knowing she should protest, her mouth
opened but the only sound that came out was a gasp as he inserted two fingers
into her wet passage again.
    “My lord Marcus—” she started to object. Or she was sure
that was what she had planned on doing. But he was moving the fingers inside
her now, and combined with his fingering of her clit, it was too much for her
rattled senses. “Oh my…yes!”
    Her nerves and muscles took over and her hips flexed
spasmodically as her body reacted to Marcus’ skillful touch. Her climax seemed
to go on for some time, until it finally stopped with one last little eruptive
quiver of muscles deep inside her body. Her breath rattled in and out of her
chest as she stared upward, waiting for the next explosion. Even though she was
clearly wrung out, both physically and emotionally, she whispered her body’s demand.
    “Again! Please!” she pleaded.
    Marcus smiled down at her before he lowered his head and
kissed her open, still gasping mouth. His tongue lightly caressed her lips
before moving inside to coax, cajole and then conquer her tongue. Kisses
trailed down the side of her neck, nibbling, and licking. When he worked his
way down to her breast, he placed light, soft kisses all over the upward slope
to her nipple. Once at the peak, he circled it slowly with his tongue before
beginning to flick it lightly, gently with just the tip of his hot “seducer.”
As the nipple hardened, he spoke to her softly.
    “You do have the loveliest breasts, my love. They are so big
and round, with much more than enough to fill my hand. But by far the prettiest
assets are these delicious nipples, so pretty and pink, sitting so pertly atop
each mountain, demanding attention. Now the question becomes whether I should
lick them, suck them or play with your boobies with my hands.”
    That was when Syranna became aware of the fact that Marcus’
fingers were still inside her body, not moving, but just resting there,
waiting. His head lowered again and he started to suck on the nearest nipple
even as his fingers began pleasuring her flesh once again. First he began
wiggling the digits inside her, curving them until he found the special spot.
Pressing into the spongy-feeling flesh, he started to tease and manipulate her
clit. And the whole time his mouth sucked and tugged on the nearest nipple,
drawing it up into his mouth.
    It didn’t seem to matter how she moved or wiggled, or even
attempted to twist away; nothing stopped or slowed the onslaught on her senses.
Her hands lifted to push him away, or that is what she thought until she
touched the smooth skin of his shoulders. Instead she slid her hands down, curving
them over his pectoral muscles, rubbing back and forth across his nipples.
Nothing was going to stop this insanity, she decided and gave up fighting him.
No…Syranna acknowledged that she was fighting herself not him. He was revealing
and releasing the amazing feelings inside her.
    “Marcus!” she cried out as she finally stopped all
resistance and gave over to the sensations flooding her body and her mind. “Oh,
dear God! Yes!”
    Her climax hit her harder than she would have ever thought
was humanly possible. Her body shook, her hips jerked and fireworks went off
throughout her lower abdomen. Finally, the rough, hard movements settled