Mated to the Chaos - Georgette St. Clair Page 0,19
“I’d forgotten.”
With a hiss, she flung her arm out at the space and screamed. She didn’t have to look at what that did. Carlo’s disbelieving gasp told her she’d succeeded. She was the past, and within reason, she could restore pieces of it.
“My room is fixed.”
“Not the best skill, but it helps some things.”
“You made it like it was before I messed it up.”
“Just a moment before. It doesn’t work on everything, and only if I’ve seen it before it was broken or ruined.”
She jerked again, her teeth slicing into her cheek and filling her mouth with blood. With a curse, Carlo laid her on his bed, the softness nearly too much in counterpoint to the pain. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against hers again, and she wailed.
“I can’t claim what I can’t touch, Nanshe. I can’t bring you this sort of pain.”
“Please,” she begged.
But he moved again, hovering over her now, but the moment his teeth touched her neck, just a breath, she was split in two. Fire burned her organs, twisting them into molten forms of lava scalding her from the inside out.
“Dammit, Nanshe.”
“Please, Carlo. I can’t let this go. I can’t. Not this. It will shatter me.”
His dark gaze captured hers until he turned blurry, tears filling her eyes.
“Don’t cry, Nanshe. I’m unable to brush them away.”
“Please.” She didn’t know what she begged for. An ending, a release, her chance of losing before things really began. She wasn’t so sure.
“I’m here. Help me as much as you can. Lift your legs, tesoro. Open them wide.”
She didn’t understand what he was doing. If he couldn’t even touch her, there was no way he’d be able to claim her this way.
“Carlo—”
“Trust me, woman.”
“Stubborn male.”
“Be thankful that I am.”
Slowly, she did as he asked, her dress sliding up her thighs. The change in position was soothing, her flesh no longer touching a surface.
“Dolce dio,” Carlo whispered just before he tore her world apart.
Silken lips clasped around her pussy, his tongue working furiously at her clit. She had seconds to taste pain before pleasure warred with it. Pleasure and plain. Agony and decadent need. They all combined in waves until she gasped.
Carlo was determined, an animal loosed as he lapped at her juices, the heat of his tongue so much more than the pain in her limbs. With each stroke, she came back. Layer by layer, he pushed back the past. Ribbons shredded, her cells swelled, opened, until her knees fell further apart to give him better access.
His growl vibrated over her skin, an anchor to the present, yanking her from the past she resided in. It was brilliant, vibrant, and full of life she never thought she’d live. Cool hair slid across the insides of her thighs as his shoulders pushed just barely under her legs.
Everything inside her centered on him.
The trace of his tongue.
The sizzling desire swirling low in her belly.
She bucked against his mouth, using her feet to lift closer to him.
This time when he growled, she sensed his triumph.
He wrapped his hands around her hips, pinning her to the bed and leaving her open for his onslaught.
Right here, tesoro. I want to feel you burst apart on my tongue.
“Carlo.”
She moaned in his mind and out loud, the twin sounds loud in her ears.
That’s right. Show me how much you like it. Give it to me.
He didn’t stop his demanding ministrations, but now he added to it, pushing one thick finger deep inside her and curling it upward as he pulled back out. Over and over, he touched a place deep inside her that made her toss her head back and forth.
Trembling, the pain reduced nothing, ripped aside by him. Carlo. The man of her yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows.
Now!
On his command, Nanshe tensed, her back bowing off the bed, a scream locked in her throat. He rode her through it, fucking her with his finger and adding a second one to send the climax pulsing through her.
Every time she was tempted to take a breath, he pushed her higher. She rode his face, lost, ignorant that pleasure like this had ever existed.
And then he nipped her.
She screamed, unable to hold it back. Power throbbed, swelling around them. The Chaos. It was just as hungry, just as needy to touch him once more. Nanshe fought the wave, trying to pull it back, but it wouldn’t be denied.
Chaos had missed its wolf, a cry of need wrapped in the threads of what made her a Norn.
Please. No. Don’t