She flat-hand slapped his shoulder; she didn't have to tell him what to do. He entered her hard on a wailing groan, making her see stars. Silver sweat slicked his body, and she hadn't even been able to get her legs to carry her the few steps across the room so they could fall into bed. His mouth was devouring her whole, every kiss that landed making her cry out until his attention became laser-focused, and he moved.
There was no way in the world she could meet his demanding tempo, composed solely of whole note, hard thrusts delivered on the downbeat. Her body bucked and thrashed wildly out of synch, out of time, in such urgent heat that she gave it up and gave it back a quarter note at a time... then half notes, eighth notes, whole notes, rests ... sharps, flats, chords, her nails keeping time on his shoulders, her head and back colliding, creating a symphony with the door.
Her windpipe was scorched by the time his fist tightened in her hair and she felt him grappling with the door molding, trying to pull himself into her deeper and faster, needing to anchor himself to her any way that he could. Then his rhythm frayed, snapped, and broke down to match her syncopated madness.
Frenzy entered his lungs, she felt it the moment it entered hers. It was something insane and spectacular, pleasure dominoes crashing one into the other... something so powerful it forced him to use her name like punctuation in his lyrics. Damali was a rapid-fired noun at the end of each mental sentence, more like a gasp ; Oh, God - Damali, oh, shit -
Damali, aw, damn - Damali, por favor - Damali, then he stuttered twice, losing her name between thrusts, and came hard, yelling, "Oh, baby," out loud. If he pulled out now, they'd never speak again. Her hands raced over his body frantically seeking anchor, finding his hips, then settling on the tight, high, gorgeous swell of his ass - she was home! She pushed herself against him so hard that she'd moved them both back two inches from the door. But he knew her body like he knew his own, and God bless him, he dropped her hair, quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her in hard twice 'til she was cuming in jags.
They fell against the door with a thud. He dropped her leg from the crook of his elbow and she almost slid to the floor.
"Damn ..." she whispered, out of breath.
He just nodded, gulping air, sweat running.
"Your tattoo didn't even light," she murmured, kissing his neck. Then she traced it with her finger and watched in awe as it disappeared under his skin like it was hiding from her.
"I've never seen it do that before."
When she glanced up, he was biting his lip, silver tears wetting his lashes.
"Baby?"
He shook his head with his eyes closed and then pressed both hands flat against the door on either side of her head with his fingers splayed. "Not yet. Don't touch it. I can't take it." Her hands caressed his back and instead of bringing him down like the after-lovemaking caress should have, it made him pant.
"Put your hands on the door," he ordered through his teeth. "Ground the charge, D." Confused but more than willing to play, she complied.
"Happy now?"
Relief made every muscle in his face relax, and he groaned as it then slid down his neck to his shoulders and his back, until his knees slightly buckled as the tension left his thighs.
"Whew, woman, I swear one of these days you're gonna be the death of me just like this," he murmured against her ear. "Your wings didn't even open and your tattoo never lit, and you still had me slobbering on myself."
She took his mouth but kept her hands on the door. When he pulled back she smiled.
"You didn't even drop fang, brother, and look at how you have me - up in some room I don't know where, buck naked. Does that make sense?"
"You better call Mar, now, while you can," he warned, nipping her neck, but keeping his hands on the door.
"You better make up some yang on that computer, and book the room to us, or black it out of their system... while you can," she said, slowly bringing her hands off the wall and wiggling her fingers at him until he laughed.
"do you see this?" Lilith screeched to Sebastian, holding his crystal ball out from her body with one talon above the crest of the pentagram-shaped table in Vampire Council chambers. "Do you!"
Fallon Nuit remained cautious and sat back in his throne forming a tent before his mouth with his fingers.
"They held hands when they touched a tidal pool to enliven her oracle! They're married, one flesh - so when I told you to make a spell that would only affect Damali Richards, did you not account for the one-flesh rule?"
"Your Majesty," Sebastian murmured, going to one knee, "I..."
"Kiss your ass good-bye, mon ami," Fallon remarked dryly.
"It has been so long since we've worked with married enemies that - "
"Silence!" Lilith shrieked, her robes billowing with smoke. "My wings were charred and shall never return because I risked my very existence being ambushed by Neteru Queens coming to the clearing - and this is what you give me?" She hurled the crystal ball to the floor and let out a scream that made Sebastian and Fallon cover their ears. The bats above stopped their whirling cloud and took cover. She snapped her arm away from her body in a hard point, forcing the fanged crest in the center of the table to open. "Look at it and weep, Sebastian!"
Lilith swept away from the table and grabbed Sebastian by his cape to physically drag him
nearer. "I do not have the power to see into a consecrated union, but look at them on the beach - do they seem unhappy? Does he seem disinterested in her!" Lilith began shaking Sebastian like a rag doll.