fell into her hand, making her laugh. Raising it to the light, she examined it closely. “It’s amazing.”
“Thank you.” He inclined his head.
“You made this?” It all suddenly made sense. “You made them all.”
“Yes.” He slid his hands over her hips and waist before bringing them around to the front so he could cup her breasts. His large palms covered the mounds completely, and his fingers teased her taut nipples.
“They’re all infused with your blood.” They had a part of him in them so that they could be a part of him. “That’s brilliant.” The throwing star disappeared from her hands, reappearing on his body.
Keeping her hands busy, she skated them down his chest and wrapped one of them around his cock. It pulsed hard and hot against her palm.
An answering throb began deep in her core.
Maccus tipped her back, supporting her weight in his hands. The new position pushed her breasts upward. He wasted no time before bending forward and capturing one of her peaked nipples between his lips. The erotic tug set her entire body on fire.
She retaliated by squeezing his erection and pumping her fist up and down.
Holding her steady with one hand, he reached between her legs and cupped her. When he dipped a finger inside, he discovered she was already wet for him. She was panting heavily, suspended on a wire of pleasure that threatened to snap.
Refusing to delay any longer, she guided the head of his shaft to her entrance and slowly pushed herself down. It was always a tight fit at first, her inner muscles rippling around his hard length.
Maccus gripped her waist and pushed his hips up to meet her. Their eyes met, his, hot and possessive. She had no idea what hers reflected but feared it was way too much. He hadn’t returned her declaration of love. Not that she expected him to. That wasn’t his style. His deeds spoke for themselves.
In her books, actions spoke much louder than any words ever could.
His arms shook with the strain of not thrusting, simply allowing her to sink onto his erection. It was exquisite torture.
This should have been a fast coupling, a celebration of life after facing death, but was so much more. Their gazes never wavered as she dug her fingers into his shoulders for support until she’d taken all of him inside.
“Whatever you need.” His fingers tunneled through her hair. It was the only time in years she wished it was longer. The caress continued over her forehead, down her cheeks, and along her jaw before dipping lower.
She had to move. The pulsing of his cock stimulated every nerve ending. As incredible as it was, she needed more. With his hands on her hips, he helped lift her as she found a rhythm that pleased them both.
Her orgasm took her by surprise, surging forward and swamping her. She cried out, her inner muscles clamping down hard on his cock. On a deep groan, he found completion.
There were no words.
She closed her eyes and swallowed back the words that hovered on the tip of her tongue. When he wrapped his large arms around her, she let him, clinging to him in return, offering him a safe haven in her embrace. They stayed like that, neither of them in a hurry for the precious moment to end. He swayed back and forth, rocking her slightly.
The sweat dried from their bodies, and she shivered, chilled at the reminder that they could hide no longer. It was as though some internal clock inside her was ticking down.
A ringing sound broke the silence. “That’s my phone.” It was the one Emmett used to contact her.
Still partially erect, his penis dragged over her sensitive inner walls as he slipped from inside her.
The phone rang again, and she pinpointed the direction of the sound. Her jacket was laid across the back of a chair with her pants alongside.
She scrambled off the bed and dug her phone out of her jacket pocket on the third ring. “Hello.”