She launched herself at him again, kicking and punching to no avail. The few blows she did land didn’t cause Kane to retaliate. He simply took them.
Celine paused after five minutes and looked up at Kane with puzzlement clear in her dark eyes. “Why do you not fight me?” she demanded.
He looked down at her tenderly. Celine inhaled sharply at the implications of the gaze. All the times he had looked at her with disdain were erased by the desire she now saw etched in every feature.
She backed away from him with her hands up in fighting pose. “I will not yield my body to you or any other.” Celine watched Kane walk toward her and stop mere inches from her hands.
“Will you let me champion my cause, Goddess?”
Celine warred with herself for a minute before she reluctantly dropped her hands. “Do what you will, Kane of Tharsus. I will never yield to you.” She stood resolute before him.
Kane’s lips twitched as he approached her. “You are not even the slightest bit afraid, Goddess?”
“Nay.” Celine’s eyes narrowed as she watched him.
His hands moved from her wrists to her shoulders without pause. The material of her costume covered every inch of skin, but she could have sworn she felt the warmth of Kane’s hands penetrate the cloth.
Her breasts tightened as he moved his large hands from her shoulders, down her body to her waist, where he gripped her hips with his hands.
Celine waited for him to force her body closer to his, but he didn’t. Kane leaned forward instead, and brushed his warm lips against hers. She gasped as his tongue traced every inch of her lips and then dipped inside to discover the soft taste of her.
“You taste sweet, Goddess. Like the honeyed leaves of Brashear,” he murmured against her lips.
Kane reached up and pulled the gleaming circlet from her head and plunged his hands into the midnight curtain of her hair. “And your hair makes a man want to feel it trail down every inch of his body.”
Celine fought the tremble that Kane’s words incited. She stilled herself with a great effort.
Kane brushed her hair back from her nape and placed a soft kiss on her pulse point. Then he flicked his tongue back and forth against her smooth skin. She dug her nails into her palms and fought the pleasure his mouth brought her.
“Such a brave goddess,” he murmured.
“I will not yield,” she whispered.
“I know.” Kane moved back and looked at her. “But I will not cease to try and gain your surrender.” He ran his thumb over her swollen lips, and his jaw tightened.
Celine watched in fascination as he moved closer and stopped a hairsbreadth from her mouth. “But there are many places on you I haven’t explored yet, Goddess.”
He nipped her neck while his hands moved to her shoulders again. And then that wicked mouth she thought far too often about, trailed down her body to her breasts.
She fought back a cry as his hot mouth closed on her nipple and sucked on it through the fabric. A heavy ache started between her legs, and she squeezed them tightly together.
Kane cupped her buttocks in his hands while his mouth sucked on her hardened nipples and left them aching.
Celine closed her eyes and prayed he wouldn’t quit while telling herself she would never yield.
He moved away from her, and she opened one eye to see what he was doing. Kane was on his knees in front of her, unwrapping her like a gift. He unraveled her costume one strip at a time while letting his warm hands trail over her sensitive skin.
When he arrived at her knees, Celine knew she could not stand much longer.
“Kane!”
He lifted his head and looked at her hungrily. “Yes, Goddess?”
“I command you lay me down.”
He blinked lazily. “As you wish, Goddess.”
One minute she was standing, the next, she was in his lap.
Celine shifted. “This is not what I meant!”
“Do you yield, Goddess?”
“Nay.”
“Then be still.”
She opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of his highhandedness when his hands moved between her legs to touch her aching core. Celine trembled and let her head fall back. Aye, she was wicked. But she would never yield.
Kane’s hands unwrapped several more feet of her costume until she could feel the cool breeze on her body. She opened her eyes slowly and watched as Kane lowered his mouth to her exposed stomach.
Celine arched her back, unable to stop herself as he stroked her flesh with his tongue. His chest moved against her, and she felt an urge rise up in her so strong that she whimpered.
And still Kane moved slowly. His mouth nipped at her flesh while he moved his head back and forth against the sensitive skin.
“Do you yield, Goddess?” Kane lifted his head and pinned Celine with his light blue eyes.
“Never,” she whispered.
“I hoped you would say that.”
She watched as he trailed down her flesh and stopped at the juncture of curls between her legs. Her dark blue eyes widened as she sensed his intent. Before she could form a thought, he lowered his mouth.
Celine inhaled sharply and clenched her fists at her sides while Kane’s tongue moved with an expertise that had her body tightening in response. He sucked on her tender flesh and flicked his tongue against her swollen clit.
She writhed beneath his ministrations and spread her legs, wanting more. Wanting the release she knew he could give her.
Celine moved her right hand and clutched his head as she moved her hips up to meet his questing tongue.
“Kane,” she murmured. Her hips moved quicker, and she felt her body shatter into a million pieces. Celine thrust her hips up over and over again, reveling in the pleasure.
Kane lifted his head and licked his lips. “Do you yield, Goddess?”
“Never,” she croaked.
“Just as well.” Kane nodded. “I thought you would say that.” He stood and peeled his dark pants off while Celine watched.
His impressive cock sprang to attention, and Celine studied every inch of it. She licked her lips and moved to her knees.
“Do you yield, Kane?”
His eyes darkened as he looked down at her. “Nay, Goddess.”
Celine stood in front of him and looked him in the eye. Then she sank slowly to her knees while letting her hair trail over his body. She heard him groan and smiled.
She took his hard length into her mouth and cupped his balls. Kane’s legs stiffened, and she felt a thrill of power. Celine flicked her tongue over his cock head and sucked deeply while rubbing his balls in her hand.
Kane’s cock twitched in her mouth, and she looked up to see him watching her. She licked her lips. “Do you yield, Kane?”
He growled low and lifted her by her arms. Celine wrapped her legs around him and fairly purred as he walked over to a wall. Kane slammed her back against it while his hands moved between her legs and stroked her again.
“I yield to no one, Goddess.”
Celine rubbed her breasts against him. “Nor do I.” She arched her back and moaned.
Kane slid one finger into her while circling her clit with his thumb. He covered her mouth with his and devoured her hungrily.
She wrapped her legs around him and cried out as he thrust his cock into her quickly and clutched her ass tightly in his hands. He surged up over and over again, taking her with him.
“Do you yield?” he wheezed.
“Never,” she gasped.
Celine raked her fingernails over his bare back as her body shook again. She cried out as she came over and over again. Her body clenched tightly around him, and she felt Kane quiver against her.
He lifted his head slowly, and Celine brushed mahogany locks off his sweaty cheek. She felt almost drunk as she looked up at him blearily. “Do you…” Her head dropped back, and she knew no more.
* * * *
Celine yawned and opened her eyes slowly. She frowned and
looked around. The sun peeked lazily over her terrace, and she groaned. Her bare body covered by a single sheet, Celine shivered and stood slowly. She stretched leisurely. Though she had never spoken the words, she had yielded. Several times.
A smile danced on her lips as she willed her bedroom furniture to reappear. The pieces appeared instantly.
Who knew Kane could make me forget myself? Forget I am a goddess? Show me what it is like to simply be a woman. A woman pleasured.
Celine walked slowly to the bathroom and filled the large tub with hot water. After she sprinkled azure flower petals on the surface of the water, she inhaled deeply. Celine eased her body slowly into it and sighed.
“Do you yield?”
Her eyes shot open quickly and studied Kane. He stood lazily in the doorway with only his black pants on.
Sparks of desire flooded her system, but she kept her voice steady.
“I yield to no one, Kane of Tharsus. Or have you already forgotten?”
He stepped inside the room with the gliding walk of a tiger circling its prey. “I forgot nothing, Goddess.” His light blue eyes devoured her. “And our challenge has not concluded. I chose to give you a brief respite.”
Celine fought back an ungoddesslike snort and hid her grin with a small cough. “I see. Then we will continue the competition?” She kept her face as bland as possible.
Kane’s light blue eyes dropped to her bathwater, and he smirked. “Now, Goddess?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Do you yield?”
“Nay.” Kane peeled his pants off slowly and touched his stiff cock. “None of me yields, Goddess.” He stepped slowly into the hot water, and his breath hissed out.
Celine snickered, and Kane looked at her.
He moved swiftly over to her and cupped her cheek. “Does that amuse you, Goddess?”
“Slightly,” she murmured. Her dark blue eyes stared into Kane’s. “Turn around, Kane of Tharsus.”
Kane moved around so his back faced Celine, and she bit back a smile. There were marks on Kane’s back. The ones she made as he pleasured her last evening. She bent forward and grazed each wound with her lips.
Then Celine wrapped her legs around Kane and pressed her breasts into his back. She watched in fascination as his knuckles gripped the side of the tub until they were white.
“Do you yield?” she whispered, rubbing her breasts across his back.
“Nay,” he said hoarsely.
Celine reached up and held thick, mahogany locks in her hand. She tilted Kane’s head back until she could place her lips on his exposed neck. Then she nipped lightly while her left hand moved down his chest to find his willing cock.
“You won’t yield to me, Kane of Tharsus?” Celine pulled his head back further and ravaged his mouth.
Kane moved so quickly she gasped. Water spilled onto the floor over the side.
He faced her now with intent gleaming in his light eyes. “I will not yield, Goddess. But I will enjoy making you yield. Feeling your body tighten around my cock while your pleasured moans ring in my ears.”
Kane slid his hands up her thighs and moved Celine so her breasts bobbed just above the water. He leaned down and took one of the wet orbs into his mouth and sucked leisurely. He flicked his tongue back and forth against the hardened nub.
Celine arched her back and whimpered as his hands moved closer to where she wanted them but never touched her. She twisted a bit, but Kane wouldn’t move. He continued to flick his tongue across her nipples while sucking on each in turn.
“Kane.” She pulled his hair, and he lifted his head.
“Goddess?” His light blue eyes looked at her, hazy with desire.
She took his hand and moved it between her legs. “That is where I want you. In me. Filling me. Your cock pleasuring me.”
“Always giving commands,” he murmured. Kane stroked her folds while slipping two fingers deep inside her. He watched her face intently.
Celine arched her back and spread her legs further. “Yes,” she breathed. “But I want all of you.”
“And that’s what you shall have.” Kane wrapped her legs around his waist and slid his hard cock into her willing pussy.
She shuddered at the spasms that racked her body. Celine opened her eyes and watched Kane brace his arms on the side of the tub. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing when his body surged tightly against hers.
Water splashed over the sides of the tub, and Celine moaned. Kane was relentless. He thrust into her deeply over and over again. She swore to herself she wouldn’t scratch him again, but she couldn’t help it. Her nails dug deeply into his back while he intensely fucked her.
The scream built in her before she could stop it or even think about it. Celine trembled as the edges of her orgasm drew closer. She gripped Kane’s shoulders in ecstasy as the first wave slammed into her willing body.
A guttural groan emerged from Kane’s throat, and Celine whimpered against the onslaught. She felt as if someone turned her inside out. Her body still clenched Kane’s tightly as they both shuddered in release.
Celine brushed her hair out of her face and let her head fall back. Kane moved from on top of her to her side. His hand moved leisurely down her body.
“Do you yield, Goddess?”
She moved her head slightly and glanced at him. “If one of us does not yield soon, I dare say there will be two funerals.”
Kane chuckled dryly. “Not a bad way to go, Goddess.”
Celine moved to look fully at him. “Why do you call me Goddess? Yet you call Kyra by her given name?” She propped her head up with her elbow.
“It’s quite simple, Goddess.” Kane touched her lips reverently. “Kyra is as a sister. You are not.”
“I should hope not.” Celine ran her hands over his muscled chest. She sighed. “I thought you cared not for me. I disgusted you.”
Kane stopped her hand and brought it to his lips. “How was I to tell you that my body ached for you every time I gazed upon your countenance? That I couldn’t sleep at night for wanting your body under mine? Catching your pleasured moans in my mouth while I slid between your legs?”
Celine flushed. “Would have been an interesting conversation.”
“And a short one.”
She nodded. “True.” Her fingers traced his lips. “Something about you last evening was different. Why is that?”
“I chose for you to see me as I really am, Goddess.” Kane’s light blue eyes probed hers. “A man who wants you more than life itself. A man who will not rest until he has his heart’s deepest desire.”
“You would have me yield?” Celine arched an eyebrow.
“Nay.” Kane slid his body on top of hers. “Not quite yet.”
* * * *
Celine didn’t leave her bedchamber until almost noon. Her normally pale complexion flushed after hours of lovemaking. Kane slipped away about half an hour ago the same way he came in. She hurried to Kyra’s chamber and knocked lightly.
Kyra opened the heavy oak door and ushered Celine inside. “So. Do you have any brains left? Or did Kane fuck all of them out of your head?”
“You are awful!” Celine snickered and sat down. “I’ve retained some intelligence.” Her ebony hair hung in waves down her back, and she pulled it up while she sat there. She eyed her sister. “I love him, Kyra.”
“I know.”
Celine arched her eyebrow. “Well, that was rather smug.”
Kyra threw up her hands. “I’ve known for years. You two stubborn individuals were an entirely different matter. But you can’t marry him.”
“What?” Celine’s dark eyes narrowed in confusion. “I thought that was the imminent conclusion of two people falling in love.” She scowled. “And why in the hell can I not marry him?”
“Our parents.” Kyra pulled up a chair and sat next to her sister. She pulled her golden robe tighter around her body.
“I don’t give a damn if our parents like it or not.” Celine held her head high.
“That’s not it at all.” Kyra leaned forward. “Apparently our parents have a little wager on us.” Her golden eyes blazed.
“Wager?” Celine repeated. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Nor will you like this.” Kyra repeated the entire story one of her maids told her.
Celine stood quickly, anger at the ready. “This is bullshit.” She flung her arms wide. “How could they wager on us like that?”
Kyra shrugged. “You know how Mother is.”
“And Father.”
The two sisters nodded at each other.
“We need to teach them a lesson.” Kyra tilted her head to the side. “That means your marriage plans may be put off a bit.”
“I will speak to Kane, but I have no doubt he will agree with me.” Celine tapped her cheek. “We’ll still have sex, of course. Lots of sex. But I’ll refuse to consider marriage. How’s that?”
Kyra laughed. “Perfect.” She patted her sister’s hand. “And only for a little while. Then you and Kane can marry. Mother will be tickled.”
“And what of you, sister? Is there no hope for a marriage of your own?”
“I’d rather sleep with the keeper of the dogs.” Kyra’s golden eyes flashed.
Celine snorted. “Fleas, remember?”
“Aye.” She nodded. “But I won’t be marrying anyone. And that’s that.”
Sun Goddess
by
C’ann Inman
Kyra strode through the halls of the palace with a perpetual grimace etched on her glowing features. Her parents were driving her mad! If they weren’t questioning her about Celine, they were throwing men in her path constantly. She swore she would kill the next male shoved into her sight.
Her flaxen hair flew about her head as she walked hurriedly to her chambers. If she could just make it…
“Ah, Kyra.”
She stiffened her backbone at the voice and reluctantly turned. “Yes, Father?”
King Thane smiled benevolently at his younger daughter. “How are you, child?”
“Well, Father.”
His blue eyes took in her shining yellow dress stitched with sunbeams that radiated from her chest. The matching slippers left a small trail of light as she walked. But it was her normally cheerful face that gave him pause.
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