He thought that he might devour her. The intent was there in his mind, but when his lips touched hers, it was to gently coax her. A soft brush to tempt her. Back and forth. He savored the way she felt, so soft, so completely his. All for him. His tongue made a little foray along the seam of her lips, enticing her to part them for him.
There was no demand. He didn’t want to take from her. He wanted her to give to him. To share the need that burned through him hot and wild. Her taste was there already, teasing every one of his senses. Binding him closer to her. The tip of her tongue touched his tentatively and then she parted her lips.
Isai dragged her closer and settled his mouth over hers, his tongue sweeping inside. At once her taste burst through him like he imagined champagne bubbles would. He felt as if he’d touched a match to a stick of dynamite, and they simply exploded together. Rockets went off. It was silly, but true. He would never get enough of kissing her.
The earth trembled and then seemed to stand still as he explored her mouth, claiming every inch for himself. His veins turned to slow-moving magma, a potent combination of fire and passion. Tiny flames seemed to lick over his skin. Her mouth was scorching hot.
Julija’s arms crept around his neck as he pressed her back onto the mattress, letting her take most of his weight. Her body was soft, pliant, giving, her breasts pressing into his chest.
She entered his mind slowly, a soft, sweet, very feminine heat, moving slowly down the walls of his mind, filling every dark or lonely place with . . . her.
Good morning, my amazing lifemate.
Her voice, a whisper of sound, stroked caresses intimately into his mind. His entire body reacted to that sound. To the feel of her. To the intimacy of sharing his mind with her while her mouth moved under his.
Her mouth was hot. Searing him from the inside out. Her hand wandered down his back, the pads of her fingers stroking fire over the vows he had etched into his body—vows to her. Hängemért. For her. She traced the ancient promise over and over. Each stroke of her finger across those raised lines added to the molten fire burning through his veins.
Isai found himself acutely aware of her. Every nerve ending in his body had sprung to life. He kissed her over and over and then kissed his way down her throat to the swell of her breasts. Her skin was incredibly soft. There was a melting sensation to it, as if, when he put his mouth to that wide expanse of skin, the heat became so intense, he sank into her beauty.
You have the heart of a warrior, Isai, but really, the soul of a poet.
He wasn’t certain what she meant by that, but the whisper in his mind was sensual and breathless, making him feel as if she thought he was her everything.
You’re making me fall in love with you. You’re definitely becoming my everything.
His mouth closed over her right breast and she arched her back, cradled his head and gave a little startled moan.
You are my everything, Julija. Never doubt that. He meant it. It wasn’t just because she was fated for him, although a lifemate was a treasure beyond any price, but everything about her appealed to him.
Not everything, she reminded, her fingers wandering down his spine until she found the small of his back. They pressed there for a moment and then shaped his buttocks.
Everything, he assured. You were so afraid, Julija, and I did not understand. I should have taken the time to find out what was wrong before I condemned you. He didn’t like to think that he’d failed his lifemate in anything, but he knew he should have shown more patience.
He kissed his way over the curve of her breast and under, found her left breast and drew it into the heat of his mouth. She seemed sensitive, and he was gentle, using his tongue and just the edge of his teeth to build her need of him.
He slid his hand down her belly and over her mound to the tiny little curls guarding the treasure that was for him.
I like knowing you are mine, he admitted. The thought slipped into his head often. He had someone. He wasn’t alone. She was his. Julija. She really was everything