Conquering Lazar by Alta Hensley Page B

survival, then what is the point of surviving now?"
    She took another sip of her tea and asked, "Do you really think we will win back the palace?"
    "Yes." The simple word spoken had so much power and conviction behind it. "But today is supposed to be a day of rest, not worry." He stood up and lifted her from his chair. "We will end this conversation with my vow to you. I swear I will give you your past back. Lazar will be ours once again, and you will have a home to return to."
    She looked up into his severe stare. Their lips were so close, and she could almost feel a hum of electricity between them. She had been schooled in submission, though at times she'd not always been the best student. She had learned obedience, and had come close to mastering the art of femininity. But what she still lacked was knowledge on how to contain her emotion, how to hide her desire, and how to process this ever-growing love for the man who stood beside her. She had been taught the art of surrender, but not the art of love.
    Elbi closed her eyes and released a heavy sigh. When she opened them again, Malachi leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He pulled away just enough to stare into her eyes and then kissed her again, this time with more force, with more passion, and with hunger. Nothing was as sweet as the kiss he gave, nothing so intoxicating. Elbi had never felt so drunk in love. This man who was capturing her mouth had also captured her heart. What she'd once defined as the feeling of safety, was actually the feeling of falling madly in love with her savior.
    "Malachi," she whispered. "Please, take me."
    He shook his head. "No. I want you to take it yourself. I want you to learn how to take what you want."
    Elbi looked up at him again, confused. "But I want to be submissive to you. I want to surrender my body and soul to you."
    "Submission is more than allowing me to fuck you. Submission is about desire, wants, and cravings. It is also about understanding what you need and knowing how to demand it. I want you to take what you need. I want you to find your strength, find what gives you pleasure and take it." He nibbled at her lower lip and growled, "And take me."
    His words, laced with the seductive accent, were all Elbi needed for courage. She would do as he asked and take the power of her pleasure into her own hands. Feeling a confidence like never before, she stripped off Malachi's clothes effortlessly. She didn't want to be slow, and she most certainly didn't want to take her time. Her sexual appetite, her thirst and her newly anointed control had her tearing them off his body as he stood, watching from under hooded eyelids. When he stood completely nude before her, she stepped back and took the time to stare at the contours of his body. Her eyes scanned the ripples in his stomach and how they met the black patch of hair that encompassed his hard cock which beckoned her touch.
    She kneeled down before him, not because she was commanded to do so, but because she craved the taste of his flesh. She wanted the power to make him moan. She wanted the control of his desire. Without seeking permission, Elbi licked his cock, from the tip all the way down to his balls, and then back up again. When she reached the head of his cock once more, she engulfed his dick with her mouth and began to suck up and down, tightening her lips firmly. Up and down she moved, relishing in the sounds of his gasps and moans. When his hands reached her hair and pulled softly, her heart soared knowing that she could give the man she loved such satisfaction.
    She stood up and quickly removed her silks. She liked the way he watched her, the way he licked his lips in anticipation. An animalistic desire blanketed his features. He wanted her, but remained in place, allowing her to take control.
    Once naked, she sat back on the edge of the table and spread her legs wide. "Lick me," she commanded. The sound of her voice seemed foreign to her ears.
    He did as she