111 A Promise Honored*

~ TARKYN ~

Harth's weight in his arms was a delicious gift.

Choosing the span of flat rock that was nearest the sleeping platform, he walked her to it, still kissing, holding her high and whispering how beautiful she was until they reached it.

Wary of hurting her on the hard surface, he flattened a hand to the rock just before he pressed her against it, giving her head a softer place to land. But her shoulders hit and she gave a little grunt. For a moment he worried he'd harmed her, but Harth came alive, writhing against him, her kiss frantic, desperate for him.

She devoured his mouth and her legs tightened around him, pulling him against her as she rolled her hips.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tarkyn marveled at her—so open and willing, so eager, and for him. Only for him! But the thoughts were soon blown away when she opened her mouth on his throat and sucked.