She murmured, smiling, “You like that, big boy?”
He growled. “I’ll give you big boy…”
She looked down, a pleased smirk on her face. “I can see that… ohh—”
Her playful words were cut short. Tiberius gave her what they both needed. His cock thrust—hard—and without repentance, inside her warmth.
Closing his eyes against the intensity of the sensation, he paused. Sophie stroked the skin of his back soothingly, layering kiss after kiss on his heated flesh. Her touch was killing him, feeling so damn good…
He groaned. Then he moved. His eyes opened, and he locked his gaze on her, his arms braced about her shoulders. Her thick thighs circled his hips and pulled him in, meeting him thrust for violent thrust. Her moans were his candy, and he swallowed back the possessive roar he wanted to shout.
Mine. Mine. Mine… ran through his head. Each time his body met hers. Each time her gasps reached his ears.
“Tiber—”
She didn’t finish his name. His fingers reached between them, leveled with focus and with sweat gathered on his brow, as he tried not to blow inside her. Not yet. His fingers found her clit, and he gave it a practiced strumming. Her body’s glorious arch and raised hips when she gave into ecstasy, along with the spastic pulsing of her inner core, was his sweet reward. Her eyes went bright and wide in startled bliss.
No. She’d not experienced anything like it before. And the thought pleased him immensely.
“Again—” he commanded her.
She shook her head, defying him. He smiled viciously and moved his hips so he rubbed against that overly sensitized flesh of hers. She arched up again, her mouth in a pout as if surprised her body instinctively obeyed.
“Oooh—”
Her second orgasm spurred his, and with the bellow he’d held back, Tiberius came. Hard. Sophie’s hips lifted, her body reaching up and accepting each last spurt of his hot seed inside her.
His weight toppled on top of her. She let out a pleased giggle and kissed his shoulder.
“Tiberius,” she said, brushing her fingers along the arm he draped about her. He moved to the side, keeping her close. She tangled up in him, and he closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep.
“Hmm?” he said.
Her touch felt good. Her warmth against him gave him a rightness other women would never attain. Tiberius was a loner… but perhaps not anymore.
“That was perfect,” she whispered.
He grunted, fading away into sleep. He smirked with amused cockiness.
“Darling, just wait until I bring out those chains…”
Her sweet laugh in his ear was the last thing he recalled before he fell deep into the most restorative rest he’d ever had.
Chapter 4
Tiberius
He awoke with Sophie whispering his name.
Tiberius opened his eyes, immediately bringing into focus her amber-brown eyes and her auburn hair, which tipped low over her bare breast. Had he really fallen asleep with a woman in his arms? He’d never done that before. Tib fucked the women he found, and when done, quickly left. But with Sophie… hell. Everything was different.
His voice came out groggy. Damn. He’d really been sleeping. But then again, it was the best fuck he’d ever experienced. His cock leapt to life just thinking about it.
“What is it, darling?”
Her forehead crinkled in thought. “Someone’s watching us.”
He sat up, immediately reaching for his weapon in the pile of clothes on the floor beside them. Sophie halted him, one hand imploring resting on his chest and the other on a forearm, her mouth hovering across his earlobe.
“No, I mean,” she said, hesitating. “I think he is watching us… and getting himself off on it.” She tipped her head to the back wall of windows, towards the thicket of forest out beyond the tiny home. “See? It’s just a boy.” She laughed, her amusement, and perplexed arousal embodied upon her voluptuous features. “I guess it startled me a little.”
Tib relaxed when he realized there wasn’t any danger. The boy was young, perhaps very early teens. The youngster’s swollen erection was held in hand and a sheepish look was on his blushing face. The voyeur kept looking around as if afraid of getting caught.
As for Tiberius… the idea that Sophie was turned on a bit by exhibitionism made him harder than ever. But he wasn’t ready to share her—not ever.
“I should wring the kid’s neck for looking at you,” he said, rolling himself over her as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and used it as a blanket for the rest of her exposed body. Sophie let out another soft laugh, this one full of desire for him and his jealous reaction.
“Maybe,” she said. “But if we just moved into the bedroom instead and closed the curtains, he’d never see us…”
Tib looked down at her, at her glowing skin and the warmth that seemed to radiate from her, and he found he couldn’t stop himself. He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth and ran his fingers along her silky skin. She wanted him again. That she did, filled him with triumphant, heady glee. His cock pressed against her belly, fully aware and ready to go.
He muttered, scooping her up into his arms and carting her swiftly into the alcove, “Damn kid. Trying to see what’s mine.”
Sophie’s eyes darted up to his, and Tib felt an embarrassed flush stain his cheeks. She leaned her head on his chest, her arms about him. Her face had gone hot with pleasure at his words, but she didn’t further his discomfort by replying. Instead, she added fuel to the fire inside of him by stoking his lust with her sweetly said response.
“Take me again, sir. I want to feel you deep inside—”
Tib let out a groan as he laid her down on the bed and yanked the curtains closed behind them. “Darling, that’s a promise I intend to make good on… right now.”
He slid his body up along hers. Her eyes grew dark with the immediate passion for him she never failed to find. God, the response from this woman was beautiful. He couldn’t have picked someone more perfect for him than her.
The thought sent a cold chill up his spine. She was perfect, wasn’t she? His eyes narrowed slightly, the soldier in him analyzing her. Tiberius still wasn’t sure if he completely believed her story of coming to the Ruins. She sounded authentic. He wanted like hell to believe her. He’d fucked her, and by all that was in him, he’d never felt anything like it. Maybe that was the issue.
No, it wasn’t at all. The real reason was more impervious. Tiberius Blackfield, who never feared anything, was fucking scared.
Her hand rested on his frozen shoulder. “Sir? Are you all
