“Sloane…” he whispered, gazing down at her with a vulnerability that seared away any lingering barriers she tried to place between them. “My beautiful warrior.”
She shivered. She’d never felt so vulnerable. Or so perilously exposed.
Holding his copper gaze, she reached up to stroke her fingers over his exquisite face.
“Am I giving you what you need?” she whispered, aching for his reassurance.
“All I need is you,” he promised her softly, bending down to claim her lips in a kiss of raw hunger.
The simple words made something expand deep inside her, and desperate to divert her mind from the treacherous emotions, she focused on the sensation of his hands gliding down her back. Pressing closer to the heat of his body, she explored the chiseled muscles of his chest, smiling as she felt the vibrations of his groan beneath her palms.
She might never have Tiege’s heart, but his body was ready and eager to belong to her.
Refusing to consider how many other women had known him just as intimately in the past and how many were yet to know him in the future, Sloane tilted back her head as he trailed a path of kisses down the sensitive line of her throat.
Until they landed in Hong Kong he was hers. Completely and utterly.
His mouth traced the curve of her breast before he captured the tip of her nipple between his lips, making her gasp in sharp pleasure.
“Yes,” she muttered in approval.
Continuing to tease the sensitive peak, Tiege reached to grasp her hand, guiding it down to his straining cock.
Sloane smiled, curling her fingers around his hard length. She felt smugly powerful as he gave a shaken groan.
Tiege muttered a low curse as she stroked from the tip to the wider base, taking time to discover the soft pouch beneath his erection before stroking upward.
“Shit,” he breathed, his hands moving to grasp her thighs so he could tug apart her legs. “You only have to touch me and I am drowning in desire.”
He was not the only one drowning, she acknowledged as his hand sought the heart of her femininity, already damp and aching with need. A moan was wrenched from her lips as a slender finger dipped into the heat of her body, her hips instinctively lifting in silent invitation.
Oh, yes. Her eyes fluttered shut. Already she could feel the delectable pressure beginning to build in the center of her womb, and her fingers tightened on his arousal, making him moan in pleasure.
“Wait, Sloane,” he pleaded, covering her hand.
She frowned. “Wait?”
“This is too important to rush,” he murmured, his lips teasing along the line of her shoulder as he gently turned her so she was lying on her side.
“Important?” she breathed in confusion.
“I intend to remember this night for the rest of my life,” he said, his lips brushing her ear as he molded himself against her back.
Sloane frowned at his words. The rest of his life? Was he implying—?
Her thoughts shattered as he gently tugged her leg up and over his hip.
Later she would worry about what he meant. For now all that mattered was the feel of his lips nuzzling at the curve of her neck, and his hands expertly exploring her full breasts, tugging her nipples into full arousal, before they were sliding down her body with wicked intent.
She swallowed a gasp as his fingers slid between her legs, parting her most intimate flesh. Then with exquisite slowness he pressed his erection deep into her moist channel.
“Oh…lord.”
She struggled to form her words only to have them snatched from her lips when his fingers discovered her clit and he stroked her in tempo with his shallow thrusts.
“Do you want more, Sloane?”
More? She whimpered, not certain she could bear more without shattering into a thousand pieces. Then he shifted the angle of his thrusts, plunging deeper, and she reached backward to dig her nails into the muscles of his hip.
“Yes.”
The rasp of their heavy breaths filled the air along with the scent of exotic male spices and passion. Sloane squeezed her eyes shut, her body moving to meet his thrusts with increasing urgency.
“Sloane,” he groaned, his hips slamming upward as his seed poured into her, triggering her own release.
She cried out in ecstasy, indifferent to their cramped surroundings or the staff that waited just outside the door.
For now nothing mattered beyond the feel of Tiege’s arms wrapped around her and the wild beat of his heart against her back.
Keeping her eyes closed, Sloane sensed Tiege slowly pull out of her body and lay her flat on the mattress. She felt as if she was floating, still lost in the heat of their pleasure.
Nestled beside her, Tiege allowed his fingers to stroke over her shoulder, tracing the curve of her breast before brushing against the necklace she’d forgotten she was wearing.
“This is glowing,” he murmured softly.
Forcing open her heavy lids, she glanced down at the pendant that was shining a bright blue.
Odd.
“What does that mean?” she demanded, belatedly realizing there was a warm light that surrounded the gem.