She hadn’t done that. She’d pushed on the strong column of his thigh with her feet, not thinking. Not knowing and she should have. She did what he said instantly, wrapping her legs around him. Instantly she felt his perfect, beautiful crest pressing tight at the entrance to her sex.
So hot. So perfect. Every time. No matter how he took her, she felt the fire raging through her and she let herself burn. She welcomed it. There was no fear this time because she was already so far gone with fear, she couldn’t process it. She strained toward him, needing to impale herself on him. Connect them.
Andre. Frustrated, she caught his hair in one fist, her fingers sliding through the silk in a little caress. She moved against him. You aren’t listening again.
I am listening. Still, he held her there, that hot spike pressing into her, but not giving her what she needed.
His mouth left hers and he kissed his way to her neck. Her throat. That was beautiful, too, but it only made her hotter.
What are you waiting for? she demanded.
You, päläfertiilam, I am waiting for you.
Teagan froze. There it was. She was in his mind. She knew what he needed—her acceptance of him—of his world. She was naked. In his arms. Burning from his kisses. Her body out of control, hips writhing and him pressing into her entrance, just enough that she felt his scorching heat, that burning stretch that felt so good and made her desperate for more.
She bit down on his shoulder, closing her eyes. It was done. There was no taking it back. Would she be able to live without him? Did she even want to? But was she the type of woman who could be dictated to? No way. And he was using sex to get his way—that was her prerogative, wasn’t it?
Andre pressed her down slowly, another inch of him filling her, stretching those tight muscles until she moaned his name against his shoulder.
Tet vigyázam avio päläfertiilam.
He whispered the words in that voice. The one she couldn’t resist. With that accent. She closed her eyes and nuzzled his chest.
I don’t know what that means.
Look at me. I want to see your eyes.
She took a breath, knowing she’d need one, and raised her eyes to his. Oh God. She was in so much trouble. There was love there. Real love. Intense love. The kind of love there was no way to resist. She melted inside.
“It means I love you, my lifemate. It means I will cherish you for all time, for eternity. It means you will be safe in my care,” he whispered, holding her gaze captive. “It means I am going to make a mess of things and you will take me to task and forgive me. It means all that, Teagan. Forgive me. Be mine. Give yourself to me and allow me the privilege of cherishing you for all time.”
Teagan knew it wasn’t the sex. It was the sincerity in his voice. The love in his eyes. Mostly it was the intensity of his emotion in his mind. She was everything to him. His entire world. His entire focus. He was telling the absolute truth—there would be no other woman for him. She might not understand it, but there was no other woman in the entire world, and there hadn’t been all those long centuries. How in the world could she turn her back on him? And the truth was—she didn’t want to.
“I love you, too, Andre,” she conceded, looking him straight in the eyes.
His eyes went so dark blue and liquid she wanted to melt right into him. He kissed her. Hard. Rough. Hungry. His hands went to her hips and slammed her down hard over his cock, surging up at the same time. He tipped her back against the wall and drove into her hard.
It was wild and out of control. It was perfect. Beautiful. She bit her lip. Harder. More. Give me more.
He took them to the ground, only of course, because it was Andre, there was a blanket beneath her body. Still, the hard ground had no give and with her legs wrapped around his hips he could drive into her with hard, satisfying strokes that jolted her body and sent flames crashing through them both.
She reached for him, feeling the fire stealing over him. Threatening to consume him—consume them both. She moved to meet him. Moved to increase the wonderful friction, her body grasping and pulling to keep him in her. His stretching her, filling her, invading her, trying to go as deep as he could get. She felt the flames rising in him. The tidal wave threatening to engulf him. She actually felt it start in his toes and work up the strong columns of his legs.
Let go, he demanded.
Teagan looked up at him, at his face. He was watching her, his gaze devouring her. Hungry for something. With you, she told him.
He shook his head. I need to watch you. I love the way you look when I give this to you. For me, sivamet. Give this to me now.
He thrust hard. Once. Twice. A third time. He was so close. She felt the fire in his sac, boiling, roaring. Still he waited. Her own body was just as close. She just had to let go and let it take her. Give that to him. Staring into his eyes, she did. She gave him what he wanted.
Her orgasm roared through her, taking her over fast, rushing down her thighs and up to her breasts, into her stomach and sending strong quakes through her feminine channel. Her tight muscles constricted around Andre’s shaft, clamping down, gripping hard. All the while he watched her face.
Beautiful, he breathed into her mind. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
He surged into her, strong. Hard. Deep. Over and over, powering through her tight muscles, prolonging her orgasm, until she took him with her. He groaned softly in her ear, with one last thrust burying himself all the way, as deeply as possible. He lay over her, their hearts pounding, both trying to catch their breath.
Andre lay on top of her, his body nearly crushing hers, making it difficult for her to breathe. He was holding her tight, his arms around her, his face buried in her neck, still deep inside of her. It was the first time he’d ever done that—not lightened his weight—and she slipped her arms around him, holding him to her, feeling completely surrounded—and taken—by him.