the throbbing bundle of nerves into his mouth, bit down gently and she shattered into a million pieces. He sucked again, and her spine arched, and she screamed, pleasure flooding her, saturating her, blowing her mind. Leaving her empty and changed forever.
Then he moved, his mouth leaving her as he came up over her body. She blinked open her dazed eyes, found him braced on his elbows above her. She stared into his face. His eyes were glowing silver, with glints of crimson in the depths, his nostrils flared. “Are you ready?” he asked.
She wasn’t sure she could take anymore, but she nodded anyway, and he held her gaze as he filled the emptiness inside her with one lunge of his hard body. There was a slight moment of tension, a sharp pressure and then he went still inside her. He was so big, he stretched her, filling her, everything so sensitive after her orgasm that she gasped as he twitched inside her.
“Okay?”
She could only manage a small nod, but he obviously took it as a yes, because he pulled out of her slowly, the drag of his flesh against hers sending pleasure shuddering through her. Then back inside. As he pulled out again, her legs wrapped around him, and she drew him back into her.
“Hold on, sweetheart.”
He pulled out and shoved back in hard, and it was more sensation than she had known existed in the whole world. She closed her eyes and concentrated on that place where their bodies joined. As he moved faster and harder, the feelings were too much, as though she couldn’t take anymore, and the pressure was building again, until he crashed into her one last time and she exploded, shudders running through her, cracks turning into fissures, as she broke apart.
Above her, he arched his back as he found his own release. Pumping into her, his expression savage, and a wave of elation rushed through her that she could make him lose control.
Finally, he went still above her.
She was beyond words.
She wanted to cry and laugh and…
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so he lay on his back with her sprawled on his chest, his cock still inside her, his hand on her bottom, holding her close. And she closed her eyes and felt the rhythm of his heartbeat.
What did you do after this?
How could you have this and then lose it?
She didn’t want to think of what the future held. Of a life without him. It seemed impossible. She realized she felt…safe. And it was unusual. Always the world had seemed like a puzzle for which she had no answers. As though she didn’t know who or what she was supposed to be. Now it didn’t matter. And she closed her mind and drifted off into a light sleep.
When she woke, it was to hands moving over her skin, massaging the globes of her ass and he was hard again. She lifted herself up sleepily and stared down into his eyes, then wriggled experimentally and felt him twitch and jerk inside her. The movements sent spasms of pleasure clutching at her. She moved some more, shifted her legs so she straddled his hips. She lifted herself slowly, experimentally. It felt good. So good. Lowering herself, she ground herself against him, feeling the lovely friction against her nub. As his hands cupped her breasts and plucked at her nipples, she felt it in her sex, so her inner muscles squeezed him tight.
This time he was slow and intense, and she cried as she came, and she didn’t care.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“… in the shipwreck of life, for life is an eternal shipwreck of our hopes, I cast into the sea my useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own will, disposed to live perfectly alone, and, consequently, perfectly free.”
—Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Milo came awake suddenly. The sun was coming up on the other side of the lake and his arms tightened around the woman sprawled on top of him.
Beep. Beep.
The noise sounded from the bracelet on Destiny’s arm. A tension ran through her and she pushed herself up. Sweat stuck their bodies together. She blinked. Then her eyes widened as she glanced at her arm.
“Drones,” she whispered.
It took a moment for the word to make sense, and then he shot to his feet, pulling her with him.
He glanced around, grabbed their clothes into a bundle with his free hand. “Run.”