The Darkness in Dreams (Enforcer's Legacy, #1)(72)
Her fingers were kneading against him as he lifted one strand of pale-gold hair and tucked it over her shoulder, then cupped her breast and rubbed hard against her nipple. She arched beneath the pressure. Hissed in a breath. She was power. He was seduction. Her body shimmered with desire, the insides of her thighs gripping him.
He shifted her, and she could feel the length of his erection pressing hotly between her legs. But not yet. She had missed his hard body for so long, missed the taste and smell of him. She was lost in touching his skin, pressing her lips to his chest, finding his nipple and biting gently. Dragging in the wild, clean scent of sunshine and deserts painted ocher and rose. When she heard his soft moan she slid down, tracing his stomach with her tongue, searching for what she could have until he rolled them both, coming down on top of her heavy and hard and aroused.
His mouth was hot, unyielding as he slid wet kisses across her throat. Strong hands held her still as he moved from collarbone to breast, licking and biting across her nipple, down her ribs to the outside of her waist. His hands found her knees, circled them, his mouth plundering, working down until she was writhing in his hold. His thumbs pressed against the soft flesh and she cried out as he lifted her to his wicked mouth, her hands reaching for his wrists. She was so wet and ready, but he continued his assault with such furious greed she feared nothing would be left.
It was almost too much, too much and she told him so, but he wouldn’t listen. His tongue was stroking, licking, until he found the sensitive hard bud, working her until she was shaking. Higher, he pushed her higher until she broke apart in his arms. He slid one finger in, and then a second, built a steady thrusting rhythm until she was panting, her golden hair spread around her face. She pushed up on her elbows and begged him for relief.
“Come for me,” he whispered, the command so erotic she felt her body clench down to her very soul and she slid over the edge. She pulsed with a strength so catastrophic it didn’t leave her sated but demanding more. She reached desperately, wanting him inside. But he pressed his palm against her stomach and continued his assault, licking and sucking until her flesh became so sensitive she wanted out of her skin. His fingers moved inside her and she flew over the edge again, and it still wasn’t enough for him as his mouth consumed her.
“Please, Christan.”
Her back arched, grinding her hips into the bed, feeling so empty and open and needing the penetration he would not give. She was completely lost in the sensations, swept up in what he was doing, the way he touched with such deep male need. They were snared, a siren and the drowning sailor, desperate in a stormy sea. Her mouth opened, the scream in her throat soundless as the wave crushed her beneath a churning strength.
And then he was crawling up with that predatory strength, his muscles bunched and trembling. She held out her arms and welcomed him home.
Her fingers slid down, cupped his heavy sac and then scraped back up again, circling the blunt head and finding moisture there. She lifted her knees and guided him, her fingers possessive. Her eyes locked on his face. Her breath caught on the expression that flared in his eyes as he touched her, drove in all the way to the root. It was such an exquisite fullness, a stretching invasion extending to her senses. For so long she’d waited, died inside at her loneliness. Nails curled into his back and scored a path around his waist as she arched up, wanting more of this man she had once loved, everything he would give.
He moved, his arms holding his body poised above her as he plunged with hot, heavy strokes, claiming her, owning her body and soul. She wrapped her legs around him and it was a ferocious mating, a devastation of the physical senses as she met him stroke for stroke. The sounds of their movements, the choked breath and desperate touches were a cleansing. Their anger became ashes, this coming together a new beginning, and with a convulsive sound she joined him when he threw back his head with a feral scream.
She held him while he trembled. He held her, and then he moved again, pulling out and flipping her onto her stomach. One powerful arm wrenched beneath her hips and pulled her up onto her knees, and he was inside again. She welcomed it as he gripped her hips and lifted her higher. The change in angle allowed him to push deeper, harder. Words tumbled from her lips as she urged him on, heavy, hot words of carnal need. She didn’t recognize herself. She was being reborn. It was primal and so beautiful she thrust backward and matched his pace as he bent over her back and drove toward this final release, whispering words that never stopped. “Cara, anima mia, sei la mia vita…”
CHAPTER 29
It took a long time for her breathing to slow. Christan leaned against the headboard and held her, pushing back the weight of her hair, stroking down the length of her spine until he could ease her back against his chest. The fire had died down to embers, and with a quick flare he brought it back to life.
Lexi turned her head into the curve of his shoulder, was holding on to his arms where they crossed at her waist. She’d been trembling earlier, and he’d worried that he pushed her too far. But when she asked him to come home, he’d been lost to her husky demand. She burned him, rescued him, made him a better man, and she was the only one beside Gaia who had known most of what he was. In all the other lifetimes, he’d kept his secret from her. And like a poison seed in fertile ground that secret always destroyed. But not in this lifetime. Something was different. When he drove deep into her, it was as if a phantom limb had become flesh and bone, and he was whole again.