The Golden Lion (Knights of Passion Series 2) Read Free Page A

wanted you. I asked for you.”
    “I know,” she whispered, and clung to him as he carried her toward the bed. “I wanted you too. That night I touched myself, thinking of you.”
    Her words seemed to spark something wild in him, and he lay atop of her on the bed and she felt his fingers sliding between her thighs, stroking the aching flesh, finding her pearl and giving it a tweak. She whimpered, arching toward him, but he was pushing aside her flimsy clothing, his mouth closing on her and sucking hard.
    Pleasure such as she had never known spiralled through her, raising her upwards, and then she shattered with the joy of it.
    A moment later he was naked, his cock rearing up against his belly, his eyes glittering down at her from the candlelit shadows. “What will happen if I take you with my cock, Batilda? What will A ghar do to me?”
    “He will kill you,” she replied, eyes half closed, her breasts heaving still from her climax.
    “Then I will have to kill him. Because I must have you.”
    And with that he pushed his cock into her, deeper and deeper, and her body struggled to accommodate him. But the fullness, the tingling in each inch of her channel, made her want to move against him. Wanting more, needing more.
    He lay above her, his heavy thighs between hers, his buttocks tightening with each thrust as his cock stroked her inner flesh. And then she was climaxing again, quivering and crying out, and he roared above her like a lion indeed.
    She was his and there was no going back .          
    “ We are supposed to be guests here and yet we cannot leave and there is a guard at our door.”  
    “He is a greedy man.”
    The lion eyed her with interest. His hand was fondling her breast, squeezing the firm flesh, fingering her thrusting nipple. She felt herself growing languid with desire again, but he seemed to want to talk. Batilda was not used to men wanting to talk to her after they had fucked her; the Sultan was always eager to send her back to the harem.
    “Where do you come from?” he said, and bent his head to lap his tongue over her nipples, sucking them gently into his warm mouth, making her heart beat heavier. “Before the harem?”
    She tangled her hands in his golden hair. “I don’t know the answer to that,” she said, breathless, her body melting from his touch. “The ship I was aboard hit the rocks and sank and then we were sold. My mother and father and I. We walked across the desert for many days. At the slave market people bought us for money. They took my family away and the Sultan bought me to be a slave, but later he took me into his harem.”
    “And there you are one of many,” he murmured. “But still, I think he must value you. Any man would.”
    S he smiled, and reached to kiss his mouth again. Her fingers reached down to caress the muscles of his belly, before closing on his cock. It was long and hard and she could no longer resist the urge to lick him.
    He rose up onto his knees and she knelt before him, her mouth covering him, her hands gently squeezing his balls. Her long hair hung about her face and he caught it back in his hands, so that he could see her lips about his hard rod, and the sight seemed to make him even harder.
    “You learnt these things in the harem?” he said shakily.
    She stopped and looked up at him, licked her lips wantonly. “Of course.”
    It seemed too much for him. He sank back onto the bed and caught her to him, spreading her legs about his thighs so that they were locked together in a seated position, and then he pushed himself inside her with a groan. She locked her legs about his waist, her arms tight around his neck, and her mouth on his. She was already climaxing with a shuddering moan of ecstasy but then he too roared out his pleasure, and set her off again.
    She lay in his arms, sprawled across him, and he thought she was so small and light in comparison to his brawn and strength. He wanted to protect her, to rescue her, to take her home