[The Onic Empire 03] - Sinful Harvest by Anitra Lynn McLeod Read Free Book Online

to plunge forward and fill her in one mighty thrust.
    “Take me the way you take your harvests.” Ariss tried to lift her legs into position, but he stopped her by widening his elbows as he continued to hold her bottom in his hands.
    “You are not my sacrifice,” he said, his voice so low it was almost inaudible. “I will not take you in a mindless ritual.” He moved forward, then back, as if seeking permission to enter her, his penis knocking at her passage for access. Rolling his hips caused the head of his cock to part her lips as it slid relentlessly toward her clit. Contact caused another shower of sparks and the breathless moan of his name. “That’s it, Ariss. Say my name. Tell me again what you want me to do.”
    A thousand dirty words paraded through her mind, but all she could say was an echo of what she’d said earlier. Whispering so softly she almost prayed he didn’t hear, she said, “Put it in me, Kerrick.”
    A delicious form of torture ensued, where he would slide up to stroke her clit, then down to wedge just the tip of himself within her opening. Maddening. Blind in her need to feel him finally stretch her around his shaft, she angled her body up, intending to wrap herself around him, thus pulling him down on top of her, but he moved back with a chuckle, yanking her fanny to the edge of the bed.
    “Say it again.”
    Over and over, she asked him, begged him, until her voice rose to a fervor pitch. Just when she thought she could stand no more, he thrust forward, filling her, completing a circuit withinher body that caused every nerve to awaken simultaneously. Howling like a wild creature, she tightened her legs around his hips to hold him deeply inside. After a bite of pain from the sudden shock of him plunging within, all she felt was wondrous fullness. Every bit that stretched to accommodate him felt wonderful, magical, and unforgettable.
    “You are lovely in your surrender, Ariss.”
    His words fell against her like tiny drops of rain, soothing her fire while he held steady, ready to stoke her flames even higher. She wanted him wild with need and thrusting frantically, but he only cupped her bottom, holding her snuggly against him. When she drew her gaze up to his face, she found his eyes intensely fastened on her, not on any particular part of her body, but on her as a whole. Kerrick watched and considered, waiting for something, but she had no idea what.
    Confused, she parted her lips to ask him why he hesitated, and in that very moment, he withdrew ever so slowly from her captured heat until he was utterly without. She exhaled a disappointed groan that changed to a startled gasp when he lowered his face to breathe out a hot, moist breath against her clit. Smoothly, he lifted up, moving his hips forward, only to glide back in with the same measured stroke. Over and again, he rolled against her, filling her, withdrawing, breathing.
    Kerrick moved like rushes in the wind, nodding and bouncing back, giving and taking, building the energy within her until she thought she would fragment. Ariss caught his rhythm and echoed it with a subtle lifting and lowering of her hips. Heat built along her flesh, fusing into molten fire at the very tip of her clit. If only he would touch her there, she would explode, but he didn’t. Only his hot breath gave the frustrated flesh any attention at all.
    When she lifted her hands to touch herself, he swore, “If you do, I’ll stop.”
    Regretfully, she lowered her hands to her sides, consideringwhy he would care. Then she understood that he wanted to torment her beyond her perceived ability to withstand. What shocked her most of all was that he cared very much about her pleasure. Of course, he sought his own, as any person would, but her satisfaction meant even more to him than obtaining his own. To him, this wasn’t about simply achieving an orgasm; this was a dance. A dance at which he excelled. Ariss could almost feel his hand at her back, gently guiding her