him, her life would become intolerable. But if she had his child, Sari would have to survive the grief and stay strong for their son or daughter.
The morbid thought managed to do what his willpower alone had struggled with, and he pulled out of her heavenly mouth.
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
David didn’t answer.
Instead, he leaned down, lifted her by her waist and threw her on the bed.
It was good that Sari wasn’t fragile, and the toss didn’t faze her in the slightest. As soon as her back hit the mattress, she parted her legs for him. But she was still wearing her blouse and bra, and David wanted her naked under him.
Crawling on top of her, he grabbed the shirt and yanked it over her head, not caring that a few buttons tore loose and that the shirt was probably ruined.
Thankfully, the bra was the type that closed in the front, and he got rid of it in one second flat.
When their chests finally touched, they both let out a sigh.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Sari pulled him in for a kiss.
He could taste himself on her tongue even though he hadn’t come in her mouth, and it was erotic as hell.
His shaft found her entrance without any help from his hand, and as he pushed the tip in, she lifted up and took a couple more inches inside her.
David surged the rest of the way in and then stilled.
He was too close to climaxing, and he wanted it to last a little longer.
Sari was impatient, though, and as she arched up under him, he had no choice but to start thrusting.
Breathing heavily, her nails digging into his back muscles, Sari widened her legs and took him even deeper.
He kissed her again, but pretty soon it became impossible to keep their mouths fused.
Snaking one hand under her bottom and the other under her head, he angled her up and went wild.
As her breathing became more labored, and her sheath convulsed around his shaft, she threw her head back and uttered one of her silent screams.
He wanted to tell her to let go and scream as loudly as she could, but as his own climax barreled through him, the thought evaporated, and the only thing that mattered was the immense satisfaction of filling his woman with his essence.
Completion.
Elation.
Breathless and covered in sweat, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him. “My Sari.” He kissed her softly.
Holding him just as closely as he held her, she kissed him back. “My David.”
For long moments, they held on to each other, but even though Sari was a strong immortal female, his weight on her couldn’t be comfortable.
Taking her with him, he turned them both to their sides.
She tucked her head under his chin. “Don’t fall asleep.”
“Why not?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, he felt a tear slide down his chest.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m not.”
Hooking a finger under her chin, he lifted her head, so she had to look into his eyes. “Liar.”
She wiped at the tears that had pooled in the corners of her eyes. “I can’t lose you, David. It will kill me.”
“You are not going to. I don’t know why you are so worried.”
“I don’t know either. Maybe it’s because you are so precious to me. I’m not thinking logically.”
“You are precious to me too.” He kissed her eyelids.
David could understand her fear, and he counted himself lucky for falling in love with an immortal female who was practically indestructible.
Perhaps that was why he’d allowed her into his heart?
Because he couldn’t lose her?
What others had thought of as his fear of commitment had actually been the fear of loss. After Jonah had died and Stacy had abandoned him in his grief, David had closed himself off to feeling anything deeper than casual friendship for others.
If he didn’t get close to anyone, losing them wouldn’t cause him such intense grief.
13
Richard
Richard arrived at Stella’s doorstep, holding a bag full of groceries in each hand, a bouquet of flowers tucked under his arm, a hopeful heart, and a raging desire.
Even in the human world, he had never waited so long to get a woman into bed, and since he’d stopped his gigolo services, he hadn’t been with anyone.
It was all good, though. In fact, it was better than good.
There was something to be said for getting to know a woman and falling for her before getting intimate. There was a painful sort of pleasure in delaying gratification, a sense of wonder