bursting each time it came into contact with the round mounds of her rear.
She moaned and groaned, tossing her head from side to side. “Yes, oh, yes! I’m almost there again!”
Falcon had never experienced such surrender, such tight silk wrapped about his cock. True, this was his very first inexperienced woman, but no one could compare to her, no matter the depth of talent. Salena’s pussy drove him to an abyss of madness he feared he’d never crawl out of. Her rosy scent mixed with the smells of sex and perspiration wafted up to tempt him. He rocked his pelvis, driving himself into her slick canal time and time again. With each penetration, she moaned louder, clutching at him, her legs wrapping around his waist. Finally, he had no choice but to silence her. Fear of being heard by passersby or patrons of the inn forced him to slam his mouth against hers and drink of her vocal growls.
Her tongue darted between his lips forcing his clamped teeth apart. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, swirling, drinking, dancing in a seductive move that left him breathless. The sensation of it moved in a ferocious, tingly wave straight from his tongue to his tortured shaft.
God, but I must have release soon!
As if the thought made it so for both of them, she tore her mouth from his and stilled her movements. He looked down into her glazed eyes, almost navy by the light of the fire. The pupils were dilated as if she’d been given a massive dose of opium. Her mouth fell open and she sucked in a gasp at the exact moment he spilled his seed into her. Ecstasy washed through him and he groaned, but he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch her. She jerked, her eyelids fluttered and her pussy muscles spasmed around his still-spewing cock. Salena milked him of more cum, drawing out the climax. The feel of it coupled with the beautiful, surprised expression, the limpid cat eyes…it stole his heart from his very chest.
“Falcon…” she whimpered. “Falcon.”
“Yes, I know, Salena. I know.” He sighed and gathered her close until her body relaxed. For a long moment, they held one another, their breathing slowing, their hearts calming.
Exhaustion began to overtake him, and he slowly slipped from her passage, hissing at the sudden rush of cold air against his wet cock. Salena lay still staring up at the ceiling. If not for the rise and fall of her chest, he’d have thought her dead.
“Get some sleep, princess,” he whispered, nipping at her lobe.
She shrugged him away and turned her back to him, but not before he saw the lone tear in one eye. He clamped his eyes tight against the sudden guilt that washed over him. No, Falcon , he thought. It was inevitable. And she wanted it just as much as you did. She’d given in of her own free will without the use of your powers.
He tucked the blankets around them and gathered her close, ignoring the stiffening of her limbs, the gradual vibration of one stifling the wrath of tears. It was to the feel of her warm, regretful body tucked into the curve of his own that he drifted off to sleep.
Until the sharp rap on the door brought him out of sweet dreams of a sable-haired, passionate maiden and into a nightmare.
Chapter Five
Cradled in the clutches of slumber, Salena heard the soft yet insistent pounding from afar. It turned into the dreamy clip-clop of a horse’s gait upon hard ground. She drifted in a mist the very color of his eyes. At every turn, the masked bandit was there, grabbing at her, snatching her up and onto his sleek black Friesian stallion. Sitting astride the beast and at Falcon’s back, she clung to his strong torso as he whirled Warrior about, facing her angry brother.
Sheldon circled them, perched proud upon his own mount. She gasped at the murderous gleam in his dark eyes. His shoulder-length, red hair blew about his sharp-featured face. From across the distance, she could almost smell the acrid odor of his ire mixed with the scent of coming