Dragon Lords Books 1 - 4 Box Set: Anniversary Edition (89 page)

“Zora—?”

“Silence!” Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, “For someone who was raised on a military base, you certainly lack discipline. Speak again without permission and I’ll have to reprimand you.”

“Zoran, what are y—?”

Zoran growled, smacking her hard on her backside with the flat of his palm. Pia jumped in surprise even as she almost moaned in pleasure. She bit her tongue. Her knees tried to buckle, but she didn’t let them.

“That’s better,” he urged after some time had passed and she didn’t move or speak again. He kneeled behind her and lightly kissed where his hand imprinted red on her flesh. Coming back up to her ear, he stated, “I don’t want to have to punish you, but I will. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

Zoran smacked her firmly on her other cheek. This time his hand stayed boldly planted on her heated flesh.

“Yes, what?” he challenged.

“Yes, sir.” Pia sucked in a fast breath. Her eyes closed.

Zoran firmly hit her again, feeling her tremble beneath his hand. He smelled desire pooling between her thighs to tempt him. He smiled so she couldn’t see. Maybe Agro had been wrong. Maybe Pia didn’t need to be conquered, but commanded. He was just the commander to do it. Perhaps if he took her will away from her and told her what to do, her brain would stop getting in the way, and she would give them what they both wanted.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” she answered.

“Good.” Zoran rubbed his hand teasingly over her hip. “Very nice.”

Zoran came around. Pia’s eyes were closed and her lips were firmly pressed together. He took his time watching her with his sultry gaze, waiting until she looked at him before he moved.

When Pia finally peeked at him through her lashes, his mouth curled at the corner as he purposefully made a show of looking at every naked inch of her. When his gaze stopped at the hair between her thighs, he licked his lips in anticipation.

He lifted his hand, just as high as her breasts. Turning his palm to her, he ordered, “Step forward.”

She did.

“Put your breast in my hand. Let me feel it,” he ordered. She stepped up to him and pressed her chest forward, not moving her arms. “Rub it. Make your nipple pucker into my palm.”

Pia closed her eyes and obeyed. Raising her chest with ever increasing pants for air, she caressed herself with his hands.

“Now, the other,” he commanded when the nipple became almost instantly erect.

Pia moved. She let her other breast get the same torturous treatment.

“You like that, don’t you,” he growled. “Tell me you like it.”

“I like it.”

Zoran reached around and spanked her hard. Pia’s hips bucked.

“I like it, sir,” she corrected instantly.

“Oh,” he murmured in a low tone. “You like it when I spank you?”

He spanked her again. Her breast pressed harder into his unmoving palm.

“Yes, sir,” she cried. She was rewarded with another slap.

“You’re a disobedient woman, aren’t you, Pia?” he whispered, though there was no disapproval in his tone.

“Yes, sir.”

“You need to be taught to obey me, don’t you?” he probed.

“Yes, sir.” Pia groaned.

Zoran pulled his hand away. Pia blinked in surprise.

“Undress me,” he ordered.

Pia instantly went to him, no hesitation. She grabbed his battle-stained tunic and pulled it over his head. Then, with the same urgency, she pulled the pants from his hips. She gasped at his hard erection. He lifted his feet to help her with his boots. When she finished, she moved to touch him.

“I didn’t give you permission,” he said quietly, though he was pleased with her willingness.

Pia drew back.

“I’m sore from fighting,” he said, bringing to mind one of his most predominant fantasies of her wet body in the shower. “You will wash me and massage me. Come.”

Without giving her time to respond, Zoran turned and marched straight for the shower, turned it on, and stepped in. His body strained painfully, but he didn’t hide his arousal from her. He wanted her to see it. He wanted her to feel and explore him. Sitting on the seat, he placed his arms to the side. It would be sweet torture, but he would let her get used to his body. He watched as she dutifully followed him in. Her nipples, still straining, were instantly moistened with droplets from the shower.

His motioned his fingers to the soap, and said simply, “Wash.”

P
ia’s body
ached with need and very significant places within her throbbed for Zoran’s touch. Her backside still stung with the pleasure-pain of his slaps and she didn’t think to disobey the command to follow him into the bathroom.

She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to stay here and have him tell her she was beautiful for the rest of her life. She wanted him to love her as she undeniably loved him. Her whole body shook with the torrent of emotions flooding between them. It was as if she felt every fiber of his body calling to her.

Water sprayed all around her as she stepped into the shower, wetting her hair. She pushed the locks away from her face and reached for soap. Eyeing him, she didn’t know where to begin. Seeing her dilemma, he lifted a foot. Pia dropped to her knees and began gliding her fingers over his flesh.

Zoran’s gaze narrowed as he watched her. She gripped firmly, massaging his calf muscles with her strong fingers.

Pia felt him tense as she worked her way up to his thighs. He was so strong—pure muscle. She rose on her knees, massaging his legs. Her eyes stayed focused on his arousal and the two soft globes beneath it as she worked her way over his large thighs. It quivered as she neared it.

Pia didn’t dare touch his erection as she worked over his hips to his stomach and chest. She rubbed and cleaned all the battle sweat from his glorious skin. Zoran watched her with eyes of liquid fire. She explored his arms and neck. She slid her fingers between his stronger ones as she lifted and washed his hands.

“Stand,” she whispered, unable to get his back.

Zoran’s brow lifted.

“Please, sir,” she whispered.

He nodded and stood for her, turning around.

Pia rubbed his shoulders more thoroughly from behind. His head dropped and she heard him sigh as she eased the tension from them. She gave the same careful treatment to his back that she had to the rest of him, only hesitating as she reached his taut backside.

He turned to eye her and she quickly touched him, massaging and cupping him in her palms as she finished.

Pia drew her hands away. Zoran turned, towering over her. The shower washed off all the soap she’d put on his body. He looked down pointedly at his arousal and said, his voice hoarse, “You missed a spot.”

Pia looked down and didn’t move.

Zoran took her hand in his, squirted more soap into it, and brought it forward to his member. Moving her hand, he had her cup the base, rubbing the soft globes before moving her fingers around his shaft, lathering himself with her hand. His eyes stayed steadily on hers as he forced her to stroke him several times.

Pia felt the unyielding power of him beneath her palm as he made her learn his body. It tortured her and, although she remembered how hard he fit inside her, she suddenly wanted to try it again. Didn’t Nadja say the second time wasn’t so bad?

Zoran almost lost himself as she tightened her fingers. She took over, stroking him more insistently in her own desire. He groaned and forced her hand from him.

“I think I’m clean enough,” Zoran stated, his voice husky. He looked her wet body over. He wanted nothing more than to touch it. If he did, he would never be able to draw this out like he planned. “Wash yourself, wife, and then come into the bedroom.”

Pia gulped. Her mouth was dry.

Zoran looked her over with a dominating consideration. “Don’t bother to get dressed.”

Pia shivered. Zoran strode out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and didn’t look back. Collecting herself, she did as he commanded, washing as quickly as she could with shaking fingers.

P
ia couldn’t quite force
herself to walk across the house naked. She tried. But, in the end, she grabbed a thick robe off the wall by the bath and wrapped it around her shivering body.

Zoran had been exquisite to explore. The feel of him amazed her, the hot texture of his flesh, the deep folds of his muscles, the size of his...

Just thinking about it made her blush furiously in embarrassment and she couldn’t finish the thought.

When he looked at her in his commanding way, she really wanted to obey him. She wanted to please him and she wanted to be pleased by him. Her body ached for his touch, knowing that a set of explosives would go off at the lightest of his caresses.

Pia poked her head out of the bathroom door, checking the front room. It was empty. Slowly, she inched out, padding barefoot across the wooden floor. She paused to see that the bedroom door was closed.

Pia’s heart hammered in her chest. She panicked. Spinning on her heels, she made a move for the front door. Her lips parted ready to call out a command for it to open. She was too late, Zoran had heard her.

“Lose the robe and come here.”

Pia shivered. When she looked, he wasn’t there but the door was open. A soft flickering came from the bedroom and Pia saw the dancing flames of numerous candles haphazardly trailing along the dresser and floor like twinkling stars.

She clutched the robe to her chest, slowly going to him. Curiosity overcame her fear and she stopped at the bedroom door. Zoran was lounging on the bed naked, waiting for her. Her eyes widened, instantly turning down and away.

When she merely stood, clutching the robe in a deathlike grip that turned her knuckles white, Zoran frowned. His look said he knew she’d contemplated running away. “It would seem I still have some taming to do.”

Zoran idly smiled, clearly believing himself up to the challenge. Moving stealthily from the bed, he was soon before her. Pia tensed. Zoran grabbed her belt and jerked it from around her waist.

“Take off the robe,” he ordered quietly. Her lips tightened and he lowered his mouth to them. Whispering against her, he let his mouth brush hers, as he urged, “Please, take it off. I’m aching to touch you.”

Zoran lifted his hands to her shoulders, delving beneath the material to brush across her skin. He forced the robe from her shoulders and it pooled onto the floor.

“Better,” he murmured, as if to himself.

Pia shivered.

“Do not try to hide from me again,” Zoran instructed. “From this moment on, I’ll look at you and touch you whenever and however I wish. And you will touch me. This is what we both want. You are my wife. You will stay as my wife. None of the other things matter.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Get on the bed,” he told her.

Pia moved in silence and laid down on the low bed, watching as Zoran came over her. She noted how his fiery gaze filled with pleasure when he saw her body beneath his.

“Give me your wrists.” His thighs straddled her. His erection came close to her leg.

Pia was past the point of conscious reasoning. His words demanded, but his eyes and face begged her not to refuse him. Trustingly, she lifted her hands up to him.

Zoran crossed her arms at the wrists. Taking the soft belt from the robe, he watched her eyes as he bound her wrists together. She wiggled slightly, but didn’t fight. Lifting her arms over her head, he made quick work of tying her to the top of the bed. He pulled her hands to make sure she couldn’t free herself.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked.

Pia nodded.

“Where?” His lids narrowed over his eyes.

Her lips parted, but she couldn’t have made a sound if she’d tried. Her breath came out in ragged pants.

“How about here?” Zoran took a finger to her hands, running over her arm to her throat, over her speeding pulse, down her collarbone to sweep across the tops of her breasts. “Do you want me here?”

Pia nodded. She closed her eyes as his fingers narrowed in on her nipples, twirling lightly around them so they budded. Her body stirred with an intense longing.

Zoran thoroughly caressed and explored her upper body, before moving to touch her stomach, rubbing over her legs, whispering past her feet. Pia had never felt anything like it before. Her heart ached. She wanted to cry out, but the feelings were so intense that instead she moaned. By the time he made the journey back toward her hips, she was squirming against her bindings.

“Where else do you want me to touch you?” Zoran asked.

Pia’s stomach tightened and as he drew a finger closer to her heated center. She arched in offering, but Zoran had other plans. Pulling his hands away, he met her open mouth with his, taking in her ragged breaths. Her legs worked beneath him, stirring helplessly against the coverlet.

“Ask me to kiss you,” he whispered against her lips.

Pia didn’t ask. She lifted up, taking his lips with hers. Zoran groaned as her mouth opened and her tongue sought automatically to taste him. He gave back to her with all his expert skill, setting her ablaze with the full tide of his restrained passion. Her knee lifted to rub against his hip. Using all her strength, she tried to pull him closer. Her hands fought to be free so that she could force him to her searching body. She wanted to touch him, explore him, as he had her.

Zoran’s mouth broke free. His lips moved down across her body in the same path his hands had taken moments before. He trailed his tongue along her old scar, kissing her hip. His mouth breathed hotly against her pussy. He nipped at her inner thigh, kissed her from her knee down to her toes before traveling back up the other side. By the time he finished, he’d staked claim to every inch of her, worshipping and conquering at the same time. His lips found one ripe breast, biting and teasing it mercilessly, roughly licking a nipple.

“Oh!” Pia’s entire body jerked.

Zoran growled, giving the other breast the same attention. He bit lightly and her hips bucked.

A slow smile crossed his lips. He leaned over the side of the bed and lifted a tapered candle. Holding it high so that the wax would cool some before it dripped on her skin, he let a drop fall across her chest.

Pia gasped loudly, her back arching up. Every nerve in her body tingled with pleasure. Her skin was alive, awakened completely for the first time.

He dotted a red trail of wax down the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, to the side of her navel only to stop before hitting her delicate center.

“Zoran.” Her breath caught. Oh, but it was the most wonderful torture. Her eyes sought his, pleading. “Please.”

As if those words were what he’d been waiting for, he licked his fingers and put out the flame before dropping the candle onto the floor.

“Please,” Pia said again, not completely sure what she was begging for.

Zoran smiled at her. His body was taut with his desire as he kissed her. Her legs moved restlessly.

“Please?” he repeated softly against her lips. “Do you want me to end your torment?”

“Yes, please, Zoran.”

He moved his hand to her stomach, reaching to test her depths. Gently he rubbed his fingers against her moist sex. “Open yourself to me.”

Pia trembled, a little nervous as he brought his legs between hers. But his fingers felt so good rubbing against her that soon she was mindless to everything but the feelings he put inside her body.

Zoran guided his hips to hers. Poising himself above her, he kissed her again, stealing her breath from her chest.

Suddenly, he hesitated. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Zoran,” she sighed against his mouth. “You’re not hurting me. Please, don’t stop now.”

“But, before,” he began.

“Shh.” She kissed him straining against her bonds.

Zoran groaned. Tenderly, he entered her warm depths. She moaned, reaching with her body. This time, he was slow, giving her time to adapt.

By small degrees he filled her completely. His hips came flush against her. “I’ve wanted you since our wedding night. Tell me you want me, too.”

“Yes,” she answered. “I want you, too.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. Words were beyond them as he moved inside her. Pia tensed, never having felt anything as sweet as Zoran’s possession. He made love to her slowly, savoring every touch. His hips thrust in an even rhythm, working into her as he lifted his body above hers.

Then, when they couldn’t draw it out any longer, he brought her to climax. Zoran released himself into her. She whimpered as the pleasure radiated over her. In that moment, he was all that mattered. Tremors racked her body and then exploded into one glorious moment.

Out of breath Zoran collapsed next to her. Pia was too scared to open her eyes, scared that she’d wake up from the dream.

“Look at me,” he urged.

Pia opened her eyes.

Zoran released her wrists, drawing them down to kiss the reddened flesh. “You look so beautiful right now.”

Pia looked down. Zoran followed her eyes and chuckled. Flicking his finger over her skin, he gently pried the wax from her body.

“Was...?” Vulnerable, she peeked up at him from between her lashes.

Lightly, he kissed her. “You were perfect.”

Pia made a weak noise, but didn’t protest.

Zoran climbed out of bed. Walking naked and unashamed through the bedroom, he blew out the candles. Pia watched him, loving the look of him. He eased the coverlet out from under her. Pulling her into his arms, he held her close.

Pia closed her eyes, overwhelmed with her feelings. She didn’t want to face them or give them a name. But even if she didn’t say it, she knew she loved him. She loved him like she’d never loved anything and it terrified her.

Zoran had forced her to face the depths of her passion, knowing she needed him to control her. When she discovered those depths, he’d released her. His was a gift more precious than any she had ever received. She didn’t want it to end, but knew, like everything in life, that it must end. A gift, such as he, was too precious to hold onto forever. The gleam he had for her would soon tarnish and disappear. And she would be trapped with the distant memory of it.