Talson Temptations 1: Talson's Wait by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online

faster as he fucked her with a hunger he couldn’t hide. “So warm for me. So wet.” He kissed her before she could blink, and she slid into the seductive taste of a man used to being obeyed.
    “Open your eyes and keep them open.”
    She wasn’t aware she’d closed them and blinked, staring up at Roarke as he pounded inside her with an animalistic intensity.
    “That’s right. Watch me fuck you. Watch me own you.”
    Helpless to resist, she saw, heard, and felt every thrust, every push and pull of his heavy cock as he penetrated her pussy, her mind, her heart. She felt him inside her in places he couldn’t possibly have been. She should have denied him, should have fought to be free, but after this, she could never be with another man without thinking of Roarke.
    “I’m the only man for you, Jamie. Just me.” He ground into her, touching what felt like her womb. She needed to come, to let go of the coil of need and love and want binding her so tight she couldn’t breathe.
    He moaned, as caught up in their joining as Jamie. “Now come with me. All over me. Milk my cock, honey. Take what’s yours. Accept it.” He surged particularly hard, rubbing against her engorged clit as he moved.
    The tension gripping her finally broke and he covered her mouth as she screamed. Pleasure invaded every cell in her body. He ended the kiss and gave her several more. And then he found his release. He stilled and shuddered, his hips moving as he ground into her impossibly deep.
    He swore, shaking from the aftermath she could feel pulsing within her. “Yes, oh yes. Fuck me. So good,” he moaned and continued to pump.
    She couldn’t be sure, but Jamie thought he might still be coming. The longest orgasm she’d ever heard of, but then, she knew little about the Otra except what the tabloids said.
    Nearly a minute passed before Roarke relaxed, his body still joined to hers. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers.
    Never had she felt so close to another, and she couldn’t explain why sex with him felt more like loving than a physical act.
    Roarke kissed her, soothing the frayed nerve endings still sparking her slowly recovering body. “Shh. That’s it. Easy, honey. We’re good, yeah?”
    “Yes Sir,” she responded, one minute awake, the next drifting in a haze of exhausted pleasure. She closed her eyes and felt his arm curl around her when he withdrew.
    She smiled and fell asleep, convinced that nothing he could do to her would ever take away this feeling of contentment.
    She was wrong.

Chapter Five
     
    They slept, finally. Between Roarke’s blow to the head and the adrenaline rush that had hit him when she’d run, he’d needed it. He felt almost well rested when the porter’s announcement of breakfast came through a speaker. They’d slept the night through.
    He glanced down at his arm around Jamie, his body tucked around hers. The bed was much too small to accommodate someone of his size, but it made touching her that much more necessary.
    He groaned and leaned up on one elbow, questions about his mysterious servant nagging now more than ever. She’d given herself so freely, despite his orders. He would have sensed it if she’d come to him out of duty. But Jamie felt anything but dutiful about him. Christ, he’d come inside her with no thought to birth control or disease. He knew he was immune to anything she might have had. But she had no idea about him. What did it say about her she hadn’t demanded he use protection? He wished he knew how she felt about him; it was high time he found out.
    He nudged her awake.
    “Hmm?” she asked groggily, blinking cloudy eyes that reminded him of fine, aged whiskey. She licked her lips.
    “Oh, love, you don’t know what you invite,” he murmured, aware he wanted her again. He’d come in her mouth, and finally in the heaven of her pussy. But he still craved her ass. To own and worship every part of her until she no longer thought of them as separate beings, but as