Oracle's Moon (Elder Races #4)(83)

But for now he dug in as deep as he could, and he couldn’t wait to go slow. Because he had to take advantage of the things he did have right now, and he was so damn greedy for everything she could give him, he licked on her ni**les, and yanked at her hair so her head tilted back, then he bit at her neck and suckled ravenously at that exquisite little bud at the core of her pleasure while he thrust his hard c**k into her.

Then she screamed again. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Her climax convulsed her body and threw her spirit wide open. He dove into her, a silent spear of need, and then his own cascade of pleasure took him over.

For an endless, pulsating moment, he couldn’t see or hear. When he came back to himself, slowly, she was sucking in air in rapid gasps as she clung to him. Her gaze was unfocused and tears streaked from the corners of her eyes. He sank a fist into her hair and kissed her while he ground against the gorgeous, swollen flower of her body, and she squealed, a helpless, surprised sound, and climaxed again.

The fabulous pleasure rippled out of her, into him, and he sent it back into her, growling.

Again, he said in her head.

In her head, in her body, in her spirit. In. He pushed in.

She shook all over. “I can’t—I can’t—”

You can. Gracie, give it to me again. He bit her neck and sucked her hard and washed over her in a sheet of flame, and this time she sobbed out loud when she came.

He came with her. He came with her every step of the way. Power to Power, presence to presence. For an uncounted amount of time they floated together, entwined. Then she fell back into her body, and he returned to himself, wrapped around her again, with her and yet alone.

She huddled against him, and he covered her. She was shivering. He went with her there too, as the muscles in his body quivered. He realized his fist was still clenched in her hair. He would probably have to do something about that sometime. For now he held on.

“I think I went blind that time,” she whispered.

Her lips were swollen and trembling. He covered her mouth with his, caressing her gently. He wished he knew how to describe to her what he felt.

I started counting time for you.

I want to change who I am for you.

You are my Grace.

He was too full, and there weren’t enough words.

He said, “I did not know I needed grace until I met you.”

Then as she held him tightly, he knew that what he said had been enough.

He settled back against the pillows and pulled her into his arms, so that her head was on his shoulder. She hooked her leg up, resting it across his hips. He drifted that way, and she dozed until close to eight o’clock. “I have to get moving,” she said. “I told Katherine I would pick up the kids around ten.”

“There’s plenty of time,” he said lazily.

She groaned and rolled onto her back. “No, there isn’t. I want to go to the store before I pick them up. I promised Chloe some glow-in-the-dark stars for their ceiling, and I want to buy them a little inflatable pool so they can play in some water today. They’ve been too cooped up in the house lately.”

He sighed, stretched and accepted the inevitable. “That sounds like a good day,” he told her. “And I have people to see and things to discover.”

“I would say be careful, but…” She rubbed her face and looked sideways at him. “Maybe instead I should say, please don’t start an inter-demesne incident.”

He smiled.

She pointed at him. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

He snatched at her hand before she could pull away, and he kissed her finger.

In the bathroom, water started to gush in the tub. Grace startled and frowned. Khalil told her, “I started a bath for you.”

Her mouth opened. Then shut. She said faintly, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Do not fret about me. Pick up the kids and enjoy your day, and I will see you later, if that is acceptable. May I use your computer while you bathe?”

“Of course,” she said, smiling at him. Her multicolored eyes glowed in the morning light. She looked so beautiful in that moment, unself-conscious in her nudity. The sheet was tangled around her legs, her hair stood up in feathery tufts, and her face was marked with sleeplessness, but this time she was not, by any means, pale. Her smile turned into a grin. “Do you know, I think that ‘thank-you’ sailed totally past you this time.”

He cocked his head as he considered her words. “Indeed.”

He kissed her fast and paused just long enough to watch pleasure bloom in her expression before he created clothing for himself, another pair of jeans and a black T-shirt this time, and he strode downstairs. It didn’t take him very long to find out where Therese lived. He checked Grace’s babysitting roster, memorized Therese’s phone number and used a reverse phone lookup to get her address.

He turned off Grace’s computer, then he dematerialized and streamed out of the house. Once outside, the sun was so bright and hot, he drifted for a while and basked as he soaked up the plentiful nourishment. When he felt quite energized again, he went in search of a certain nosy human.

A human who disrespected the bargain she had struck with his human. His lover, his Grace.

And if there was one thing Khalil hated, it was when someone disrespected or reneged on a bargain.