Love Me to Death (Underveil, #1)(64)

“Now,” she said, “Now, Nik.”

Pushing just part of the way in, he reveled in the tightness of her body. Her contractions began again, just not to the level of a full orgasm.

“Mmm, you’re still there. I feel you tightening around me,” he said. “You don’t have to wait for me. You can go whenever you want to, you know. Make the most of this immortal body you have. See what it can do.”

She gasped as he pushed farther in and waited for her body to accept him. Hands on her waist, he pulled out and then pushed in deeper.

She moaned and pressed back, making it almost impossible to not simply give in to his body’s instinct to take her hard and fast. No. He took a deep breath and calmed his heart. She deserved more.

“I need you,” he said, barely in control.

He retreated several inches and looped his arm around her to where he could touch her. Then, he pulled out until only the head of him was inside her. “Don’t ever leave me again.” His voice was strained. “It almost killed me.”

A shudder passed though her. “Nik, please.”

He rubbed his finger over her, and she gasped.

“Yes,” he said. “Come again. I want you to come again. And then I’ll do what you want.” He made tiny thrusts in and out as he rubbed circles over her most sensitive part, making her writhe and strain under him. “What do you want, Elena? Tell me how you want me to take you. Slow and gentle, or hard and fast?”

“Hard,” she managed to say, voice and body tense.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” But he continued with the shallow pulses and circles until she was gasping for breath. “And I’ll comply as soon as you come again for me.” He increased the speed of his circles and thrusts and then, without warning, pushed all the way inside in one hard thrust, sending her tumbling over the edge again.

“My God, Elena,” he said, grabbing her waist. “I’ve never…”

And the man who was usually all talk was rendered speechless as her body squeezed his cock, nearly making him lose his hard-won control. “Now, Nikolai,” she whispered. “Hard. Now.”

And Nikolai was happy to comply. Again and again he slammed into her as she cried out with pleasure. She repositioned and gripped the edge of the table, her hair fanning in a gold sheet to one side as she laid her cheek against the wood, allowing him to see her expression on her face. An expression of desire that made him want to last all day for her.

“Yes?” he asked, nipping her shoulder blade as he slowed his pace in order to calm down.

“Yes. Nik. Yes.”

He liked the familiar form of his name. It was like she had taken a bit of him as her own. Leaning over her, pressing his chest to her back, he reached down under them and ran his fingers around where his body entered hers. He groaned and flicked her clit, and she writhed. He did it again and then pressed against her as he moved in and out.

“More,” she groaned. “Faster.”

He maintained pressure with his fingers and increased his thrusts until she screamed and he was almost screaming with her. When her muscles contracted, he rocked into her even harder. So hard, the table scooted forward with each slam of his body into hers.

“Now, Nik! Go with me.”

Before they shoved up against the wall, he did as she asked and came harder than he ever had in his very long lifetime. And as he lay sweaty and slick over her back, gasping for breath, he realized her request was much more far-reaching than she had probably intended. He’d go with her anywhere. His heart and soul were hers.

He reached up and entwined his fingers with hers over the lip of the table. And they lay there for a while, catching their breaths.

“Well, that certainly lived up to the hype and expectations,” she said with a smile.

He slowly pulled out as she gave a disappointed whimper. He kissed her cheek. “Glad I didn’t disappoint.” He stepped back, giving her room to straighten up.

“Ha! Disappoint?” She turned to face him. “I’ve had more orgasms today than I had in the entire time I dated my ex-boyfriend.” She took his hand and pulled him toward a door off the living room.

“Who is he? I might have to kill him.”

She led him into an outdated bathroom with pale blue tile, pulled back the shower curtain covered in colorful fish, and turned on the water. “Don’t bother. He’s not even worth the effort.”

Nikolai smiled, not only at her words, but at her demeanor. She was totally at ease even after the mind-blowing sex. He followed her into the shower and enjoyed watching the spray ricochet off her body and run across her skin in rivulets.

Then he noticed the angry bruises across her pelvis and upper thighs from where he had slammed her body against the table, and dread prickled through him. “I hurt you.”

She picked up a pink bath pouf. “You’re kidding, right? I was the one saying ‘harder,’ and ‘faster,’ remember? Turn around.”

He wanted to purr like one of Zana’s cat shifters when she rubbed the soapy sponge over his back. Then she scrubbed lower, taking her time and driving him mad…again.

“So, how long were you with this guy?” he asked, surprised by his level of interest in her affair with a human. Maybe it was because he couldn’t imagine a woman this responsive not finding fulfillment with even a novice human lover. Maybe it was because he needed to know she valued him over this human. Certainly that wasn’t it. He couldn’t be jealous. He was a Slayer. Jealousy was for insecure weaklings.