37. Satisfy demands

[moonshadows]

"Excuse me, Ambassador, but might I borrow my husband for a few minutes?"

"Of course, Taretha," the Forsaken says in his raspy voice.

Varian follows me to the next room, eyebrows climbing towards his hair as I close and latch the door. "My lady, what-"

My lips on his are an effective way to silence him. "I want you," I breathe into his ear, tongue flicking out to tease his earlobe before I take it between my teeth.

"Tari," he breathes, hands already sliding around me, holding me close. "But-"

"I don't care." Insistently, I grind my hips against his, feeling his body respond.

The primal growl in his throat makes my breath catch and a whimper of need slips past my lips. He shudders as it tickles the fine hairs in his ear, trying to wrest some control away from what his body wants.

"You're sure about this?" His voice is low and husky, his manhood pressing against my thigh.

Instead of responding, I shift so that his hard length presses between my legs and buck, moaning as I tease myself. The next thing I know, I am pressed against the wall with Varian's mouth on mine awkwardly, one hand on my breast trying to thumb my nipple through the cloth while the other fumbles with my skirts. I grope for the hem of his tunic, pulling it up to unlace his pants while he wrestles my skirts up enough to slide one warm, rough hand up my thigh. As soon as his manhood has been freed I grab the wadded cloth of my skirts and hoist them. The hand on my breast changes to my shoulder, the other on my hip as his knee guides my legs apart. A moment to position himself and he thrust into me with delicious slowness, swallowing my cries as he ravages my lips. I wrap one leg around his, trying to press him deeper, arms around his neck. Slowly, he starts thrusting, each motion almost hesitant.

I want more.

Somehow, I get my other leg around his waist and buck insistently against him, suspended between his chest and the stone of the wall. He groans into my mouth, moving methodically now, stoking the fire inside me. My legs tighten around his waist, my core equally tight around his shaft, and then the wave breaks over me and I thrust my hips erratically against his, all thought driven from my mind by the pulsing pleasure. When it fades I slip awkwardly to the floor again, Varian laying a line of kisses down my throat.

"If this was a ploy to help me keep my temper," he jokes as he laces himself back up, "then maybe I should lose it more often." Tenderly, he pulls me into a gentle embrace. "No, don't bother retorting, you know I'm not serious. The royal physician warned me this would happen, and I have to say - of all the demands you will make of me before our child is born, this one I will be the most happy to satisfy."

Sated now, I lay my head on his shoulder and nuzzle his neck. "And satisfy you do, my love." For a few breaths, I indulge in the afterglow and the feel of his arms around me. "I suppose I should let you go back to your negotiations now."

"Feel free to interrupt if you need me again, Tari," he says as I step away, that warm, rich laugh simmering in the back of his throat and his eyes.