Free Knight of Pentacles (Knights of the Tarot Book 3) by Nina Mason

astride him, taking his sex into hers. Though he knew it was merely a dream, their coupling felt amazingly real. She bent to kiss him. Her lips were soft; her tongue coarse and wet. He closed his lips and held on, linking their mouths the way their sexual organs were joined, but in opposite formation.
    A balanced partnership.
    Axel came awake to find Jenna watching him with her bewitching green eyes. They were both under the covers and it was still night. In the soft moonlight coming through the window, she might have been Sjöfn, the goddess of love.
    “What were you dreaming about?” she asked.
    “You.”
    Rolling toward her, he gathered her to him. The rest of the dream would take too long to explain. His cock was hard, and he wanted to be inside her again.
    She closed her hand around his erection, heightening his arousal. “What was I doing in your dream? Or do I hold the answer in my hand?”
    Smiling, he kissed her softly. “You were riding me like a Highland pony.”
    “I see. And would you like me to make your dream come true?”
    “Oh, aye.” His smile broadened as tingling warmth rushed through his body.
    He meant the whole of it, not just the sex part. What all of this was supposed to signify, he could not say. This much, however, he was sure of: the dream was more than a dream. The gods were trying to show him something of importance, something to do with Jenna and Queen Morgan. Normally, he would get up and write down everything he could remember before it faded from his thoughts, but normally, there was no beautiful lass beside him with her hand on his cock.
    All thought of the dream ran away when she climbed atop him and ran her hands over his chest. He was not the wooliest of men, but he did have a dusting of wiry golden curls across his sternum. As she played with his chest hair, he admired her beauty, his fingers aching with the need to touch. She looked utterly enchanting with the pale moonlight kissing her face and her auburn hair hanging down around her perfect breasts. As he took their fullness into his hands and ran his thumbs across the nipples, she shuddered atop him. Want pierced his abdomen like a spear.
    “Are you sure you are not too sore?”
    “I’m not half as sore as I thought I’d be.”
    Her statement gladdened him, and not just because he wanted her again. He wanted to give her joy, not pain.
    Rising up on her knees, she came down on him slowly. She felt so good, so hot and tight, he nearly disgraced himself and exploded right then. Holding tight to his control, he let a low groan escape his throat.
    As she began to ride him, he moved one hand between her legs and teased her hot spot. She threw back her head and made a sound that acted upon his libido like a pair of spurs. Holy Valhalla. The sensation was so exquisitely intense, it bordered on agony.
    She lifted herself off him, to the brink of separation. On the way down, she squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft. At the base, she made a little circle, driving him mad. He could not begin to guess where a beginner learned such an advanced technique. He only knew she felt sublime. She repeated the motion again and again, pushing him to the edge of ecstasy each time she completed the cycle.
    Up, down, around. Up, down, around. The feeling was exquisite.
    He held back until he felt her nearing her own climax, then worked her clitoris until she broke. As he drove into her like a demon, she tensed, shuddered, and threw back her head. The rhapsodic sound she emitted was as thrilling to his ears as a battle cry. His body countered with a euphoric barrage of cannon blasts.
    She fell down on top of him. Putting his arms around her, he ran his fingers through her silky tresses. “Your hair is the loveliest color. Like the woods in October.”
    The reminder of October provoked a sharp pang. Samhain, the night the tithe was due to Lord Morfryn, was only a month away.
    “I’m glad you like it,” she said.
    He tightened his grip on