A Wanton's Thief by Titania Ladley

“Gift me with that delicious bliss once again. Just this once…”
    His mouth covered hers, so tender and gentle compared to the fierce aggression that glittered in his eyes. She tasted of him, arching her back when his hand found her wetness. He pushed a finger through the curls of her apex, finding the treasure of her womanhood. Her clit now swollen and aching with need, seemed to cry out its own demands. Falcon flickered his thumb over its hardness, swirling around the small mass until she screamed into his mouth. His tongue dipped between her lips at the precise moment he sank a finger in her pussy. Slowly, almost lovingly, he buried the finger to the tops of his knuckles, and Salena heard a rush of blood in her ears. Honey poured onto his hand. One by one, he added another finger, then another.
    “Ah, I believe you’re quite ready now.” His hoarse voice captivated her, made her hunger for that mouth on hers again.
    She reached up and held his face in her hands, careful not to further injure the slashing wound. It was at that moment when she looked deep into the gems of his eyes, that she knew her world had changed forever. How, she couldn’t quite put into words, but there was no denying it. The sight of him just now, his hair all askew, his lips swollen and moist, his eyes burning with an unknown, disturbing emotion…it all foretold of danger and life-altering events down an entirely different path than she’d planned for herself.
    Plans of only hours ago.
    The realization almost brought her to her feet, almost forced her to flee out into the dark of night as far from this wicked bandit as possible. But it seemed she paused a split second too long. He reached for her hands, drew them up next to her ears and held them down against the pallet. And he pushed his enormous cock into her depths.
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    Falcon saw what he thought was a brief flicker of panic in her eyes. It quickly turned to a glazed, lustful look. But there was no way he could stop himself, no way he could take the time to further explore it. He just could not deny either of them the pleasure to come any longer.
    The tightness of her pussy made him sigh yet he paused, holding firm to rigid restraint in order to allow her time to adjust to his size. She gasped and stiffened, but when he gentled his movements, she relaxed a small measure and he felt her legs slacken and widen further.
    Ah, but she was so very snug, so hot and sticky inside!
    “Oh…” she rasped, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession against his own. “It-it hurt a bit at first b-but it feels so good now. I feel it, I feel that delicious sensation again, just out of reach.”
    Her body lay small and feminine beneath his, begging for the dominance of man, of a firm hand. He stretched her arms further above her head holding her captive by the wrists, forcing her breasts upward until the jewels of her nipples puckered enticingly.
    “Salena, love…” He kissed her tasting wild abandon and needy desire. Her lips were warm and sweet against his, but there was nothing innocent about the way she began to gently buck her hips upward. “You will be the death of me, to be sure.”
    “Yes, you will die for this, for abducting me, for taking me captive. The king will see to that. But for now…just kiss me and give me that feeling again. Please .” She said those last contradictory words with a pleading, hoarse tone. Combined with her thorny words, the song of her sexy voice made him wild with the need to reach an end.
    “If it comforts you to think so, Lady Tremayne, then so be it.” And with that, he rammed himself into her until his balls slapped against her ass. She screamed, and if not for the enthusiastic rise of her own hips to meet his, he would have thought he’d hurt her. In a wild frenzy, she yanked her arms free and raked her nails down his back. The pleasant pain of it intensified his own longing. His cock surged with an aching rush, the sac swelled, nearly