Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,80

was about to take her mouth, to kiss her tongue with his pointed one.

Her lids went heavy, and she raised her face.

She wants my kiss! Sian hesitated, savoring that he was about to take her lips.

After lifetimes of waiting, he’d wondered if his mind had exaggerated how intense their one kiss had been.

He eased toward her mouth . . . an inch closer. He could feel her exhalations. Closer . . . Their lips met.

When his tongue touched hers, pinpoints of light exploded behind his lids. Heat and need erupted inside him. His mind had not exaggerated.

Kissing my mate. Lightning and balance. The rightness.

She moaned against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist. Lusty female!

He squeezed her closer, kissing with all his longing, his ages-old yearning. If his first taste of his mate’s lips had ruined him, this resurrected him.

Was she just as affected? He needed to see her ethereal face, to behold her reaction and commit it to memory. He drew back.

“Abyssian?” Her teal eyes were hooded and locked on his lips as she licked her own.

Between breaths, he said, “That was—”

“More, demon.” She tugged on his hair to yank him back.

And all of a sudden, Abyssian Infernas comprehended the meaning of joy. . . .

THIRTY-SEVEN

Here are my fireworks! Lila returned the demon’s blazing kiss.

Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling. She fed on his groans, shivering when the tip of his pointed tongue teased her. She rubbed her body against his, undulating right as he thrust—

The tip of his dick met her entrance. They both froze.

She broke the kiss with a gasp. “Demon!” The crown lodged against her.

His eyes had flooded black, his horns shooting straight. With a shudder, he clamped his hands around her hips, holding her in place.

She didn’t think he’d meant to hit the bull’s-eye, but he wasn’t in any hurry to right the situation either.

Was she? That pressure felt incredible. Even tempting.

Voice harsh, he bit out, “Closest I’ve ever been . . . to spending. Need—to—thrust. To fuck.” He rocked his hips a touch, just as his hands pressed down. “Ahh! My mate’s so tight.”

She gasped at the new sensation: unbelievably good—laced with a definite twinge. Reminded of her overdue-volcano analogy, she said, “Abyssian, not here. Not now.” Logic told her she would need a vat of wine, a lot of preparation, and a somewhat calm partner when losing her virginity.

“Then you must get . . . away. From me.” Gnashing his fangs, he lifted her off him, setting her down. “Or I’ll claim you . . . right here . . . wedge my cock so deep inside you.”

Her body ached with loss, but she gave him a shaky nod and hurried through the currents.

As she climbed out of the water, his groan sounded over the waves.

On shore, she could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the first time he’d ever really seen her naked from the back. She might have slowed her steps to give him a good look at her ass. Evaluate this, demon.

He yelled, “Stop.”

She froze. Had he spotted some danger? A heartbeat later, he traced directly behind her, then dropped to his knees.

She peered over her shoulder. “Abyssian?”

His brows were drawn, his expression lost. With shaking hands, he reached for her, palms easing closer to her ass. “Beautiful mate. Maddening me.” His lean body quaked—and his huge cock strained.

She sucked in a breath at the sight of it.

The rigid length jutted upward from his groin, straight as a rod. The crown was broad and pulled taut. Two raised veins twined over the thick shaft.

Her pussy went wet for it—though her mind doubted the logistics. He hadn’t even gotten the head inside her before she’d felt pain.

Yet his dick riveted her. She licked her lips when moisture beaded the slit. Could he feel the breeze glide over that tip?

What would it be like to suck him? She’d never given a blowjob before, but she was game. She knew the basics, and he’d said he would welcome questions. They’d figure it out.

His hands finally reached their destination, his growl giving her shivers. His splayed fingers squeezed. In a dazed tone, he grated, “Fuck me, Lila.”

I’m contemplating it.

He moved his grip to her hips. Her eyes widened when he rubbed his horns over the curves of her ass. Sounding as lost as he looked, he muttered in Demonish, “Desire me, beauty, as I desire you.”

She couldn’t answer, wasn’t supposed to understand him. She jolted when he nipped her with his