He lifted one of her legs, placed it gently over his shoulder, then bent his head to her.
“Seth—” She cried out his name, her head falling back as her hips tilted forward, giving him access to her flesh, feeling his tongue stroking, slowly, so slowly around the hard nubbin of her clit. His thumbs parted the folds and his lips covered the pulsing knot of nerves so he could suckle it, making her insane with need. Powerful flashes of sensation raced through her nervous system. Tiny implosions centered in her womb had her jerking, reaching, begging for release.
“I could taste you all day.” His voice was hard, lustful. “Every day. The sweetest flesh in the world.” His lips caught a flushed pu**y lip, sucked it into his mouth, licked over it. The bare flesh had no protection. There were no curls between his touch and her flesh. There was only the heat tearing through it.
Then one hand cupped her rear, the other looped beneath her leg and dragged it to his other shoulder.
He was supporting her, his hands on her ass, holding her to him, and he began to devour her. Hard, hungry thrusts of his tongue speared into her vagina as he lapped. Lapped and moaned and caressed flesh, so needy, so hungry for touch that it rippled and milked his tongue. She tightened on the thrusting flesh, her thighs framing his face as she writhed into the delicate f**king. She was pierced by flames. Flames that whipped through her body, clenched her muscles and left her reaching, climbing, desperate for release.
Then he licked up, circled her clit, surrounded it with his lips and sucked, sending her spinning, racing into ecstasy as she wailed his name, certain she would never recover from the pleasure tearing through her.
But he didn’t give her time to recover. He came to his feet, her legs sliding down his arms until he was wrapping them around his waist.
“Hold on tight.” His voice was hard, his expression heavy with lust as he gripped his c**k and fitted it against the hungry opening between her thighs. “Hold on to me, Dawn. I’m going to f**k us both into oblivion.”
He eased inside her.
Dawn’s head thrashed back and forth. “Harder. Take me, Seth. Take me hard.”
He stretched her open slowly, inch by inch, the muscles in his upper body straining, his neck corded at the force of control needed to take her so slowly.
“Please.” Her hands tightened on the rings as he bucked against her once. One inch driven in hard, and it wasn’t enough.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t beg. Pleasure was attacking her from all ends, wrapping around her as she felt him throbbing inside her.
Dawn tightened her legs around his hips, tilted her hips and tried to take him deeper. Seth held her steady, his gray eyes nearly black, locked on hers.
“I want to feel every clench, every flexing little ripple over my dick,” he growled. “I want to feel you take me, Dawn. Inch by inch.” And there were a lot of inches to take. By the time he penetrated her fully, Dawn was a writhing mass of nerve endings, jerking in his grip as she fought for release. She couldn’t speak, words wouldn’t escape, only the little mewling cries that Seth seemed to love so much.
The pleasure was almost agony. It was building inside her, tightening her womb. As his pelvis rubbed against her clit, he drove her higher. As he pulled back then worked his way inside her again, a frustrated, tormented growl left her throat.
Her head lowered to his neck, her teeth raked the little wound she had left there before. She sucked it, feeling him tense, curse, but his movements grew stronger, the thrusts harder. She felt him moving inside her, more than filling her, stretching her, burning her, and the pleasure of it was
building until it whipped through her, exploded in mindless rapture and had her arching tight against him. She tightened, her pu**y flexing on his c**k as he gave a hard groan, pushed in hard and fast, once, twice, then buried deep as his se**n began to spurt inside her. The deep, heated pulses of pleasure extended her orgasm, sent another hard shudder through her body. She was awash in pleasure. Taken past ecstasy. She hung in his grip, his head bent to her shoulder as both of them fought for breath, and felt as though she had become a part of his skin. And she never wanted him to let her go. She wanted to spend eternity, right here, with the steamy water surrounding them, and Seth buried inside her.
I love you.She mouthed the words against the wound she had reopened, where shoulder and neck met, where her lips pressed a kiss to the reddened area and she closed her eyes tight. She loved him until her heart was breaking with it, and she still had no idea if his response to her was love, lust or the mating heat.
The next day, there were still no answers to solve the mystery of Seth’s heart, or of her attacker. The morning sped by; Seth’s meetings took up most of the morning and early afternoon before lunch. Later, Seth needed a shower. With her, of course. The playfulness he displayed eased the fear shadowing her, and Dawn let herself live, just for the moment.
She blocked the memories as much as possible and hid her awareness of the shadows creeping closer in her mind.
The knock at the suite door came as they were dressing early that evening. The investigator for the death of Andrew Breyer needed to speak to Seth immediately. He was due back on the mainland and he needed to complete his statements.
Styx was less than polite as he relayed that information to Seth. “He’s goin’ tae piss me righ’ off,” he snapped, his brogue thick. “Get his arse off the island afore I slice his dandy li’l throat.”
The investigator was still pushing at Mercury, and from all accounts, Mercury might have pushed back a time or two by targeting the female investigator and keeping her off balance with hungry eyes and little growls. But there was no arrest, because there was no evidence. Hopefully, the investigation Dash and Callan were conducting on the side would find more answers. That was her hope as she moved to the closet and began to dress for the upcoming party they would attend directly after Seth’s meeting with the investigator. As Dawn pulled another uniform from the small closet she was using now, Seth took it from her hands, tossed it back in without hanging it up, then pulled her to his closet.
“Those were my clothes. Am I going naked today?” She was wearing another pair of the panties he had given her. Violet silk thongs as soft as air. At the back between the rise of her bu**ocks was a single little bow that he seemed to be fond of.
“No, but I’m tired of those uniforms.” He pulled her into the huge walk-in closet, where she stopped in surprise. One side was women’s clothes, all in her size.
“How did you do this?”
A grin tugged at his lips. “I’m smart that way. Now, find something pretty. We have another of those damned parties in an hour or so anyway and I want to dance with my woman.”
My woman. The words shouldn’t have sent a thrill racing up her spine, but they did.
“Come on, Dawn, you know what pretty clothes are. I’ve seen you wearing them at Sanctuary functions and you look damned good in them.”