Dark Wolf (Spirit Wild) - By Kate Douglas Page 0,29
Her nipples tightened and he sensed the sweet pain as if it were his own. Her arousal became his.
Her desire ruled his needs. Opening his mind, he shared his feelings, the way it felt when his balls brushed against her as he seated himself deep, the pulsing, clenching rhythm of her feminine muscles, the cool brush of air along his damp shaft when he slowly withdrew.
Again he drove deep, and again he retreated, his mind caught in an ever-escalating loop of sensation. A sweet yet musky scent filled his nostrils—Lily’s arousal and his own. Sounds, their small grunts and groans and harsh breaths magnified until his mind spun on overload. His muscles clenched, his body tightened, and he sank deep inside Lily, but there was no relief. She was all grasping muscles and sleek heat, holding him inside.
He needed more, wanted more. He thrust harder, faster, his hips a powerful piston slapping against her sleek buttocks, hands grasping her waist, holding her in place. Desire blossomed as her images melded with his until Sebastian and Lily were one entity, one thrusting, twisting, sweating, gasping entity of lust, their bodies no longer under conscious control, directed by passion, ruled by need and a deep, overwhelming hunger.
He’d never felt so powerful before, had never wanted so much, never given as much or taken so completely, and yet Lily was taking as well, finding her pleasure, giving back and sharing the amazing sense of completion, the knowledge that she’d been missing this for far too long.
He had given her that gift, just as she’d shared that same gift with him. It had been too long. Forever, he thought, as her body arched, her inner muscles clamped down hard and held him close. Lily’s cry echoed with Sebastian’s harsh curse, as he gave up what little control he’d tried to hang on to since she’d invited him to her home. He surged into her, blood pulsing in his veins, his ejaculate filling her clenching sheath. His hips moved with their own rhythm, his thighs flexing as he thrust once, twice, and then he buried his cock deep inside while his rigid muscles spasmed.
His climax lasted forever; it was over much too soon, and when his legs gave out, he slumped over her back, arms quivering and lungs heaving with each deep breath.
They lay there for a moment, both of them locked away in their own thoughts. He missed the sharing, the mental joining that had felt as important as the physical link they’d achieved.
Lily was the first to move, the one to raise her head and turn enough to look him in the eye. “Well, it’s good, I think, that at least we’re still in the shower. I need to hose off again.” She winked.
His emotions were in turmoil, and Lily wanted a shower? His head was still spinning, but uppermost was the thought that this amazing joining on so many levels hadn’t had the same emotional impact for Lily that it had for him.
Feeling curiously flat, Sebastian grunted and lifted away from her, took her hand, and tugged her upright, easily lifting her away from the smooth stone. He steadied her, taking notice of the way her legs trembled and the red marks across her torso where she’d lain across the wall. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
She didn’t answer. Instead, Lily wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest. “No,” she said. “Far from it. That was . . .” She looked up at him. “Pretty spectacular. I’m glad you let me talk you into it.”
Unexpected anger surged when she pushed gently away from him and stepped beneath the shower. The water flowed immediately, falling as a warm and gentle rain. Obviously unaware of his roiling emotions, she shrugged and glanced away. “I don’t usually have to work so hard to get laid.”
His body went rigid as he stared at her, forcing Lily to meet his gaze. “Is that all that was, Lily? Getting laid?”
She blinked. “Of course,” she said. “What else can it be?”
“I don’t know.” He grabbed the soap and a washcloth, leaned over, and planted a short, hard kiss on her mouth. “But at least I’m man enough to want to find out.”
He was right, and she was wrong, damn it! Lily turned away and reached for her own cloth. Her inner muscles continued their rhythmic clench and release, and her body still thrummed with the power of her orgasm, but that