Ecstasy Untamed (Feral Warriors #6)(91)

He reached for her hair, tugging a thick lock between his fingers, sliding down to the blue end. "I've waited for you all my life."

Tears turned her eyes to smoky diamonds. He kissed her again, lifting her T-shirt, pulling it up her body and releasing her mouth just long enough to yank it over her head. And then her small perfect br**sts were pressing against his chest, her flesh warm against his, need rushing through his body.

Her fingers closed around the waistband of his sweatpants, and she tugged, releasing his heated flesh to the morning air. He shucked the pants, then gathered them and both their shirts, and laid them out on the bracken and underbrush.

"You're making a nest?" Laughter filled her voice.

"I was thinking a bed." His expression softened with the weight of his love. "A bed fit for a princess."

Her smile was the most beautiful he'd ever seen as she knelt beside him, her knees on the clothes. "Your sharing it with me will make it so."

They came together on their knees, kissing, touching. He swept her up and laid her down, her quick laugh a gift he would never get enough of. And then she smiled up at him, her head tilted precisely toward him as if she were a light-starved flower and he the sun.

He lay beside her, propping his head on one hand, his other covering her breast as his gaze skimmed her face, her sweet, smiling mouth. He ached from the beauty of her and the love that welled in her eyes. A love that filled him to overflowing.

With his finger and thumb, he plucked at her taut nipple and she gasped, then grinned.

"You like that."

"I like everything you do."

He chuckled. "Do you?" He tested the theory, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb, watching her expression, watching the way her chest lifted to his touch, hearing the small catch in her breath. He'd studied every conceivable subject since he was old enough to read - art, science, philosophy, history - and never found anything that intrigued him half as much as watching Faith react to his touch.

He slid his hand from her breast, down her rib cage, and over her abdomen, circling one finger slowly around her navel as she watched him as keenly as he watched her. Her quicksilver smile bloomed, and his followed. He'd never been particularly quick to smile, always more thoughtful than emotional, but Faith's smile was utterly irresistible.

Moving slowly, he slid his finger across the top of the curly dark hair that protected her most precious gifts. Her chest trembled, her breath quickening in anticipation. But as he slid his hand to the side and down one firm thigh instead, her breath expelled, a small letdown . . . until his hand rose up her inner thigh.

"You're a tease," she murmured.

"No. I'm learning what pleases you."

She grinned at him, laughing at him. "Uh-hmm. I can tell you what pleases me most."

"I believe I can guess."

"Can you? Why don't we see if you're right."

His smile broadened, but his hand trembled with barely controlled passion as he slid his fingers once more up her thigh, and kept going. Never taking his gaze from her face, he stroked her soft dampness with his finger and was rewarded with the exquisite sight of her sucking in her breath, arching her back, her beautiful eyelids dropping as her face became a mask of passionate pleasure.

Again, he stroked her, then slid his finger around the hard pearl at the top, flicking it lightly, watching as she gasped. He drank in the sight of her as his ministrations sent her into a rocking frenzy of rising passion. The fire in his own body rose until he thought it would burn him alive, his c**k hard and distended and throbbing, but he couldn't take his gaze off her. She was glorious to watch.

Her dark lashes drifted up. "Don't send me there alone."

"No?"

She reached for him. "Please come with me?" The smile on her faced matched that in her eyes as her fingers gripped his shoulders and tugged with surprising strength.

He couldn't deny her. He wouldn't survive this torture much longer anyway. Settling himself between her legs, he braced himself over her, grasping her gaze and holding it as he positioned the tip of his c**k at her wet opening and slid home. It was all he could do not to close his eyes and throw his head back, but the look on her face was too fascinatingly beautiful to miss. Her eyes widened, her mouth opening, gasping, grinning as he pushed himself all the way in, joining them completely.

Deep inside, he felt a tiny flare of electricity and a warm, throbbing tug. In his mind, he saw it, the first bright promise of a mating bond. His heart clutched, then calmed with the certain knowledge that they weren't truly mated, that she wouldn't suffer when he died unless they completed the bond in the mating ritual of fire, blood, and sex.

He pulled out and slid into her again, slowly, her body gripping him tight and pulling him deeper as her hips thrust up to meet his. Her restless hands slid over his shoulders and arms, clutching, caressing. Her gasps grew faster and harder, turning to moans and small, hot little cries as he slid out and thrust into her again and again and again.

Her gaze slid away, her eyes closing, her head tilting back in the throes of passion.

"Look at me, Faith."

Dark lashes lifted heavily, and she met his gaze and grinned at him, a womanly smile that nearly drove him to release on the spot. Her eyes focused on him, clung to him, and he felt himself falling deep into those sparkling depths. Love flared up inside him ten times stronger than before, stealing his breath, squeezing his heart in a tender vise.