Toxic Game (GhostWalkers #15) - Christine Feehan Page 0,136
his shaft, strangling him, gripping hard and taking him with her, ripping the hot seed from his body so that his cock jerked explosively over and over. Long after he stopped, her body still rippled with life, sending shudders of pleasure through both of them.
He collapsed forward, forcing her to take his weight, driving air from her lungs so that it burned to try to breathe, but she didn’t try to move out from under him. She liked the way they felt, as if they’d burned so hot their skin had melted together. She felt his heart racing right along with her own, and she liked that he had to struggle to breathe the same way she did. She especially liked that they were still joined together. She wanted to think of them that way, always together. Draden and Shylah.
If they didn’t have a lot of time, she couldn’t say this hadn’t been the best, because it had. He’d given her gifts beyond measure and foremost was the love he’d showed her. She kept her arms around him even when he stirred as if he needed to move.
“Let’s just sleep like this.”
He kissed the junction between her shoulder and neck, leaving a lingering flame. “You wouldn’t wake up. I’d squish you.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want you to move.”
Draden brushed kisses over her mouth and she tried to kiss him back, but it was too much effort. He slid off of her and smiled when she groaned a protest.
“Give me a minute and I’ll let you sleep.” He sat up and reached to pull the loose silk from her ankles and brushed kisses over the marks before putting her feet back on the bed. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
“There’s no hope for it, honey,” she muttered. “I’m a sticky mess and I don’t care. I’m going to sleep.”
“Not yet. Don’t fall asleep.” There was laughter in his voice.
She rolled over onto her stomach. “I can’t move. I’m never moving again. If you want more sex, you’ll just have to roll me over while I’m asleep.”
He pressed a kiss into the small of her back and massaged her left buttock cheek. “I don’t have to do that. I’ll just pull you up onto your hands and knees.”
She blew at her hair to get it out of her face, but she didn’t move. “You could try, but I’d just collapse. You officially wore me out.”
Draden took possession of her wrist and turned her arm over to inspect her skin. He frowned. “Shylah, you shouldn’t have marks on you. The point was you controlled the silk. This was pulled way too tight.”
“Was it?” Surprised, she lifted her chin just enough to survey the marks on her inner wrist. “It didn’t hurt. I didn’t even notice. They’ll go away.” She dropped her head back down and closed her eyes. “Ants are going to eat us alive by morning, but I don’t care. I really don’t.”
“I’m going to wash you up and then strip the bed and remake it. The ants don’t get to have you, baby. If anyone is doing the eating, that would be me. I refuse to share, not even with ants.”
“I suppose since I don’t want to die in true horror fashion, that’s a good thing.” The moment the words left her mouth she thought about the hemorrhagic virus replicating itself in her cells. She should have been alarmed, but she was just too sleepy and sated.
Draden didn’t respond. Instead, he found a washcloth, got it wet with warm water and began the deliberately slow task of cleaning her up. Her nerves were on fire, close to the surface, and her sex was still spasming. Every brush, every stroke of the rough cloth over her sensitized skin sent stronger ripples through her body. Her nipples were hard little pebbles and he clearly couldn’t resist bending to kiss them and then suckle gently while she shuddered over and over with pleasure. She didn’t stop him though. It felt beautiful to her. Perfect.
Shylah didn’t open her eyes, letting the fire just continue to consume her while he worked. She supposed she should offer to wash him, but she was afraid if she tried to move, she’d just collapse. Her entire body felt like a wet noodle.
His arm slid under her legs and behind her back. She tried to open one eye. “What are you doing?”
“Moving you so I can clean the bed. No ants, remember? Give me a few minutes and I’ll put you