A Kiss of Fire (A Kiss of Magic #2)(70)

His hand drifted down the length of her flank, her skin warm and naked. Her bare flesh pressed against his was like heaven. He shaped her and caressed her, all the while kissing her hotly. He felt her hands skim around his ribs under his arms and then her nails clung to his back and shoulders. She kept her nails long and used them to grip him in the throes of passion, so his back bore the marks of them already. He couldn’t care less.

Her thighs parted to either side of his hips and he found himself pressed to the hot center of her body. His hand trailed back up her supple body and up to embrace the soft globe of her breast. He continued to kiss her soul deep, the taste of her like a wild fever in his blood. He couldn’t get enough of her. He couldn’t bear the idea of leaving her.

He broke from her mouth and took in a gasp of air.

“Ariana please,” he said breathlessly. “We have to—“

She cut him off with another kiss, this one even hotter than the ones before it. For good measure she canted her hips, making sure his erection was sliding through the warm wet flesh of the body.

He needed no further convincing. He slid against her with a groan, then with just a shift of his hips he was entering her body. He thrust into her once, hard, seating himself firmly inside of her. She gasped at his intrusion, and then kissed him all the more passionately. She wrapped her legs around his hips and thighs, holding him to her. They remained like that, joined and not moving save to kiss and caress each other. She felt incredible wrapped around him as she was. Being gloved in the wet heat of her body was heavenly and erotic. The urge to thrust rode him hard, but he resisted it. He wanted to stay with her like this for a while. He wanted to love her a little first.

He broke from her mouth after a long minute and dropped his lips and tongue to the graceful length of her throat. He started by kissing the underside of her chin and working in a straight line down to the hollow at the base of her throat. Then he rained kisses along her collarbone and down her chest. He then lifted her breast to his lips and with a lick drew her nipple into his mouth. She sighed in contentment and he sucked at her, her sweet flavor on his tongue. It made him think of the other flavors of her body and his temperature rose accordingly. She took his head between her hands and pulled him from her breast to kiss his mouth.

“Move,” she whispered against his lips.

He couldn’t deny her. He made a shallow thrust and groaned at the friction of her wet body surrounding him. He thrust deeper this time and then continued, withdrawing and surging forward until she moaned a sensual sound of pleasure. Her legs tightened around his buttocks with every forward lunge and it wasn’t long before he was groaning and coming close to a crest. But he delayed his own pleasure, stroking his hand down her body and into the place where they were connected. He pushed his thumb to the spot just above that point of connection and began to caress her in short, tight circles that matched the cadence of his surging body.

She began to cry out, sounds that went straight to his spine and the pleasure centers of his brain. She was his. She was his. He would never let her go. He could never survive without her. He kissed her savagely as she crested, her body tightening around him with spasms of pleasure. He felt throttled and hot, and he gasped in a violent breath as orgasm blindsided him. He had wanted to make it last longer…he always wanted to make it last longer. But she was too much for him to bear. He came hard and fast, his breath and body seizing for a long minute before he gusted out a loud groan of pleasure.

Her hands were running up and down the damp perspiration on his back. That was the first thing he became aware of once the waves of release had subsided. Then he was aware of the way he twitched inside of her, as if he would continue to empty himself into her, had he been able to. He was panting hard against her ear, and she was kissing him along the crest of his shoulder.

He pulled back and looked down onto her precious face, saw the satiated expression there. He kissed her lips hungrily then, as if he hadn’t just had her, and she returned the force of his passion right back to him.

He wanted to tell her he loved her. Wanted to declare himself to the rooftops. But he knew she wasn’t comfortable with hearing such declarations. Not yet. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to keep himself from letting her know how deeply he felt for her. Saying the words was one thing, making a commitment to them and to him was something very different. He would get neither from her if he pushed too hard or too often.

Ariana, I love you, he said with his eyes as he looked down upon her. She smiled up at him as if she had read them and their message perfectly.

“Now that is how I prefer to wake up in the morning,” she told him.

“I prefer it as well,” he said, his voice hoarse with unspent emotion. “I…” I would not wish to wake up any other way for the rest of my life. I love to be in your arms. I love you. “I think we should get up now.” He separated himself from her, extricating himself from her clinging arms. He saw the puzzlement in her expression. She knew something was bothering him. He also knew that she would not ask him what it was. She didn’t want him to say anything that might make her uncomfortable, so she wouldn’t pursue it.

“I’ll order us a bath,” he said, getting to his feet and pulling on the robe he’d had brought to him a few days earlier.

He banged on the door and the lock turned. He asked for a bath and for breakfast to be brought to them.