Kresley Cole - Dreams of a Dark Warrior

She couldn’t fight this. Inevitable. But it was different this time—because Declan remained himself. “I n-need you inside me.”

“You’re wantin’ my shaft, then,” he murmured against her. “I’ll make you come so hard with it.”

She gave a strangled cry. Gods, she did want it—she ached for it, shamelessly rolling her hips.

He rose, pressing wet kisses up her body, his dog tags trailing up her torso. A hard suck on each of her nipples made her head thrash.

“Ah, please!”

The corded ridges down his torso rippled when he knelt between her legs, his biceps flexing as he clamped her hips and jerked her closer.

He fisted his length. When the broad head found her wetness, she cried out; his eyes went heavy-lidded, his jaw slack.

He began running that swollen tip up and down, groaning in anguish each time it briefly breached her core. “You’re goin’ to be so tight and wet for me.”

Keening his name, she mindlessly undulated, rocking on the crown.

“That’s it, lass, move on me!” In that husky voice, he told her, “Get your honey all over it.”

His gravelly words sent her to the very edge. When he fitted the broad head inside her, she demanded, “Deeper.”

He bit out, “Need to … go easy—”

“Deeper.” Her claws sank into the tight muscles of his ass.

“Ah, Regin!” He surged home, filling her with thick, pulsating flesh. “Mine!” he roared in triumph.

His shaft was unyielding inside her, stretching her, forcing her body to accept his. When he seated himself as deep as he could go, she surrendered with a scream, her sheath contracting around him. “Declan!”

As her orgasm burned through her, his steely gray eyes held her gaze. “I can … can feel you comin’.”

When the waves of pleasure finally crested, they didn’t recede. She was still as frantic for him, her lightning forking out over them.

He raised himself on straightened arms. Head hanging down, his tags rattling around his neck, he gave one forceful shove over her. Gnashing his teeth, he dug his knees into the ground to heave his big body over her again.

The third time, his back arched, and he raised his gorgeous face. His expression was agonized.

On the fourth shove, he bellowed, “Regin!” That agonized expression transformed to one of ecstasy just as she felt him ejaculate inside her.

Jet after jet of his scorching seed.

He bucked his hips in a frenzy, flooding her … until she helplessly came from it.

“ Need—more,” Declan grated between breaths, mere moments after she’d wrung from him the most mind-shattering pleasure he’d ever imagined.

He lay atop her, heart thundering overs hers, his swollen shaft still buried deep inside her. The haze began to lift, yet Declan was by no means sated. “I … I can no’ stop ,” he bit out.

Though he might have vague recollections of taking her in the past, this was still new to him. Those memories were distant, didn’t feel real to him.

She was real to him. I’m not givin’ her up to anyone. Never.

“Who says you have to stop?” she murmured, her body so warm and giving beneath his. Her silvery eyes were brilliant in the night, her blond brows drawn with passion. Her silken skin was bright with it.

“My woman’s wantin’ more?” he rasped, beginning to rock over her, reveling in their mingled wetness.

Her lids grew heavy. “Always.” Her voice was throaty from her screams.

He raised himself up on straightened arms. “Tell me what you need, Regin.” He wanted to pleasure her more than she’d ever been, to be the male she remembered above all others. He craved learning her body so well he knew it like his own.

“Try me.”

Gauging her reaction, he began to languidly stir his hips between her thighs. “Do you like that?”

Arms falling back over her head, she purred, “I hate it.”

But when he gave her quick pumps deep in her core, her head thrashed, and the addictive spark between them flared hotter.

He clasped her hip, his thumb sifting through her blond curls, seeking her swollen little clit. When he rubbed it, she went wild, digging her heels down to buck beneath him.

He groaned, “You like to move on me, lass?” Rising up on his knees, he positioned her over his lap.

At once, she wrapped her arms around his neck, parting her lips for more of his kiss. He covered them with his own, licking her tongue. Her mouth was indescribably sweet. …

Clutching her luscious arse, he wrenched her down his length while he thrust his hips up. She moaned into their kiss.

Knees spread, he plunged into her with more force. When she tightened her hold around his neck, her straining nipples raked across his chest, whipping him into a lather. He ignored the tingling in his spine, the heavy ache in his ballocks. Won’t come before she does.

Another harsh thrust … and another. Her moan grew continuous, her thighs locked around his waist, her arse writhing against his palms. On the edge.

He used all his strength to take her, pounding up into her until his skin slapped hers, until her head fell back and she could do nothing but hold on as he pistoned beneath her. Mouth against her damp neck, he rasped, “You’re goin’ to come for me again?”

“Yes! I’m so close …”

He tugged her hair down. “Do you want more of my spend inside you?”

She sobbed, “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Then wring it from me,” he commanded at her ear. “Take it from me with your tight little quim.”

“Declan!” she screamed, as she began to come wetly around his shaft.

A guttural sound broke from his chest when he felt her sheathe tugging him deeper, its slick clench undeniable.

In a daze, she moaned, “I want to feel it. Ah, gods, I want you . Want you.”

At her words, pleasure racked him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he growled, “Yours, everything I am … yours.” With one last brutal thrust, the throbbing pressure in his cock gave way, erupting in a searing rush of seed.

Chase clutched her as if he’d never let her go, one of his big hands palming the back of her head, the other gripping her ass. His hoarse exhalations fanned against her neck.

Still quivering with pleasure, Regin squeezed her own arms around him.

They clung to each other, as if they both feared something was about to pull them apart.

For how long they stayed like this, she didn’t know. But when she managed to lift her eyelids, she saw that dawn had broken, the sun rising above a cloudless forest. She could hear gulls and waves. They must be close to the shore.

“Never lettin’ you go, woman.” He ran his cheek against hers. “Love you. ”

And still Declan remained, his memories foremost. Which was good. Because she was in love with Declan Chase. I want my Irishman.

Had the sand in the hourglass started to flow?

He drew back his head, wrapping the crook of his arm around her neck. Gazing down at her with fierce gray eyes, he said, “You belong to me, lass. It will always be you.”

It will always be me—but will it ever be you? The stark light of day filled her with dread. What have I done? She’d talked herself into believing this time would be different. She should have fought him harder. But she’d been so desperate to love him.

Some things might have changed with this reincarnation, but the end result would be the same. Four times before, the man she’d made love to had been dead within hours. Those four times, her body had still borne the marks of his abandoned lovemaking—when his body had gone to the grave.