My fingers fisted in his loosened hair and pulled back.

“No,” I whispered, he stopped sucking but only so his tongue could swirl and it was debatable but I was thinking that felt better. Then I was wondering what on earth I was thinking. “No!” I cried, he started sucking again and I felt a curl of excitement in my belly and wetness surge between my legs.

Crap!

As he continued to draw my nipple in (and alternately swirl), I squirmed under him and his hand left my breast, trailed down my ribs, my belly and then in and I felt his finger fill me.

Oh God, I liked that. Shit, but I liked that.

His mouth released my nipple, his arm around me yanked me down under him but his finger stayed planted and his thumb tweaked my clit.

My h*ps jerked.

“My Circe,” he said, his voice low and thick, “wet.”

I was thinking it was not good he could pick up languages so easily. I was thinking it sucked.

I held onto my fight and snapped, “You don’t get this, kah Dax.”

“I do,” he returned, my eyes narrowed and with everything I had, I bent my legs, planted my feet in the bed, surged my h*ps up and pushed at his shoulders, succeeding in bucking him off, taking him to his back and then I was straddling him, bent over, looking down in his annoyingly beautiful face which was surrounded by his unbelievably fantastic f**king hair.

“You don’t!” I yelled, his torso knifed up and his arm still around me locked tight.

Uh-oh. Clearly I hadn’t thought my strategy through.

He looked up into my eyes and I saw his were burning but there was a light in them, it was bright and if I read it right, it was permeated with both humor and triumph.

“She bares her claws,” he muttered and I knew he liked it.

Yep, humor and triumph.

“Argh!” I cried on another heave to get away but there was no getting away.

Nope. None.

And my battle was about to get a lot more difficult. I knew this when his hand still between my legs moved to wrap around his c**k and his arm around me moved me so he could slide the tip of it in the wetness between my legs.

I bit my lip. That felt nice and I knew it felt a whole lot nicer when his shaft was embedded deep inside.

And I wanted it.

“Kah Lahn.” His words were an order for me to repeat it, his voice was growing even deeper, getting rough.

He wanted inside.

Oh God, I liked that too.

“No,” I denied and the tip of his c**k slid over my clit.

My h*ps jerked again.

Lahn smiled.

God! He was so annoying!

“Kah Lahn, Circe,” he ordered again and when I made no response his hard c**k slid over my cl*t again. “Kah Lahn,” he repeated, his voice now rough.

“No,” I whispered.

“Kah Lahn,” he growled.

“No!”

He pushed me slightly down and started rubbing the tip of his c**k hard against my cl*t in a way that felt so good, my bones dissolved and my hands moved to either side of his neck to hold on so I didn’t melt into a puddle.

My lips parted, my head went slightly back and my eyes went half-mast.

His arm didn’t need to hold me to him, not anymore. I was holding on, moving my h*ps to rub myself against his shaft so his hand slid up into my hair, tilting my head to face him and my eyes focused dazedly on his.

“Lahnahsahna, kah Lahn,” he ordered, his voice now hoarse.

Oh well, f**k it. They were just words. Right?

“Kah Lahn,” I whispered, his hand instantly shifted his c**k so the tip was inside me then moved away, his arm curved around my h*ps and he drove me down, filling me.

My head flew back and I ground down with my h*ps to take him deeper.

“Yes,” I breathed, my fingers digging into the muscles of his neck.

His arm around my h*ps tensed, drawing me up then pushing me down and I started moving, slow, my head tipping forward again so I could look in his eyes.

Triumph, desire, satisfaction – God it was hot.

His hand moved from my head, down my shoulder, my arm, to wrap around my wrist then he shoved our hands between us, pressing my finger into my cl*t and rolling. My h*ps jerked and I whimpered but I took his hint, took over, gliding up and down, slow, sweet, as my finger rolled. Both his hands slid up my body to rest, palms at my jaws, fingers in my hair cupping the sides of my head.

Then he tipped it toward his, slanting his own and again, I thought he was going to kiss me.

I had his c**k inside me and I liked it, no, I f**king loved it. I’d give myself that and in doing so, I’d give it up to him.

But he couldn’t have all of me.

I moved my head at the last second, sliding my lips down his jaw to his neck, I buried my face there, shoved my hand under his arm and wrapped my arm around his back.

And I drove down on him faster, grinding harder, taking him deep as I circled my cl*t with my finger and whimpered into his skin.

His hands glided down, arms curving around me, fingers drifting as mine dug into the muscles of his back and I went faster.

“Kah bahsah lapay rah. Zah xaxsah lapay hahnee rah. Sahna,”** Lahn whispered in my ear, the rumble of the words gliding along my skin, over my br**sts, down between my legs, it happened, my back arched, my hair flew out and I came.

I was nowhere near done when Lahn flipped me, yanked my knees high and pounded hard and deep. His hand cupped around my jaw, thumb one side, fingers against my cheek and he held my face steady as his bent into mine.

I was staring into his heated gaze, my eyelids lowered, my orgasm taking its sweet, sweet time to drift away, my thighs pressed deep into his sides, my hands low, fingers curled into the clenching muscles of his ass as he drove hard and deep while our breath mingled.

“Fuck me, baby,” I breathed and he pounded harder.

“Yes, kah Lahnahsahna,” he whispered.

“God,” I whispered back, my nails digging into his skin, my thighs pressing tighter, “I love the feel of you.”

He closed his eyes, his fingers tensing on my face and his head snapped back, the muscles in his neck straining, veins popping out as he planted himself deep and tight and grunted his cl**ax so loud the sound filled the tent.

It had to be said, I liked that too.

When he was done, his head dropped, his hand at my jaw tilting mine to the side and I felt his heavy breaths against my neck. My arms moved to circle him and his head came up, he tilted my face back toward him, his eyes caught mine, his breath still labored and he moved again to kiss me.

I jerked against his hold and it instantly got tight but his mouth stopped moving toward mine.