"We could go on vacation." Soft lips kissed his neck; her tongue stroked over it. "I know several secluded beaches. No cold. We could bask in the sun. Lie at the water's edge and allow the waves to lap over us."
His cock, already engorged, still hard and eager to pleasure her, throbbed at the thought. Ria naked, her nut brown body laid out on soft white sand as water washed over her and the sun heated her flesh.
If it had the chance to touch her. He'd have a hell of a time allowing to sun to caress her, because he'd be too damned busy touching her himself.
She lifted closer then, her teeth raking over the lobe of his ear, her warm breath caressing his neck. "I want you," she whispered. "Again. Why am I burning so hot and deep for you after I've already had you?"
"Why am I?" He gripped her hair, pulled her head in place and let himself take her kiss.
It wasn't gentle, and he wanted to be gentle. It was hot and fierce, fiery and consuming, and burned through him with the force of wildfire.
It was pleasure, it was the agony of arousal that was never sated for long, and it was the breath of life. A breath he feared he couldn't live without now.
CHAPTER 17
Mercury made it into the house with her. He even managed to growl at Lawe and Rule to clear out of the house after they checked it thoroughly. The second the door closed and locked he was on her.
Ria was so enflamed, so desperate for his touch, that she was tearing at his shirt, clawing at him as he shredded her sweater with those blunted clawlike nails of his and jerked her skirt over her hips.
He didn't bother with the bedroom, or the couch. He lifted her, shoving her against the wall as she managed to get his pants open and his erection free.
He tore the panties from her hips and in one hard lunge he was buried inside her. Buried so deep inside her he swore he was losing himself in her.
Her legs wrapped around his back; the liquid heat of her sex wrapped around him like a slick, tight fist and had him clenching his teeth. Had him aching for that tight fullness he'd heard filled the tongue when mating heat was devouring a Breed.
He wanted that with her. Wanted it with her until he swore he could feel his tongue itching and a wild subtle taste teasing at his mouth.
His lips took hers, his tongue spearing into her mouth as his thighs bunched and he began moving. His c**k ached, throbbed to the point of madness as he tried to f**k her hard enough, deep enough to ease the agonizing pleasure filling him.
Her sheath gripped him, milked him. Her hips writhed against his, her lips moved beneath his, suckling at his tongue, moaning as though the taste of him was as much pleasure as the penetration of her body by his.
"I can't get enough." He tore his lips from hers, his head tilting back on his shoulders as he slammed his hips against her.
His hands clenched on her ass, and the needs assailing him were richer, deeper than any he had known before. He wanted to bend her over, take her as he knew she had never been taken. Put his mark on her as irrevocably as possible. Until she knew, beneath her skin, clear to her soul, who she belonged to.
Who belonged to her.
"Harder." Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her lips were on his neck, her teeth scraping. Biting.
"Ah hell. Fuck yes, Ria. Bite me, baby. Bite me hard."
But she already was. Her teeth were locked in the tough flesh at the base of the side of his neck, sending fire and ecstatic pleasure racing through him.
His head lowered, his teeth seeking her shoulder. He growled. He snarled. He bit her as he felt her erupting, exploding around him, the tight grip of her vagina increasing, milking his release from him until the snarls coming from his lips were nearly enraged and the ache of the furious blasts of se**n jetting from him had him wanting, needing, to roar.
It was exquisite. The agony and the pleasure of filling her, and the rage. Because there was no mating. And yet Mercury knew in his soul she was his mate. This woman. She held on to him, her tears dampening his neck, his knowledge that she felt that missing part of him eating inside him.
As the tremors of release eased and he could think, could find balance again, he held her to him, placed his own back to the wall and slid to the floor.
There, he held her against him, his head still buried against her neck, his eyes closed.
"You're my mate," he whispered against her neck, against the mark he hadn't allowed to heal. Because he kept biting it, kept wounding her in ways that went far beyond those tiny marks at her shoulder.
She shook her head. "It doesn't matter, Mercury." She lifted her head and stared back at him, causing his heart to tear in half.
There was no recrimination there. Her eyes were damp, but languorous pleasure filled them, and emotion. She was open to him now. He could smell the sweet scent of desire that could renew with his lightest touch, and emotions he hadn't smelled in so many years. He could sense them now, swirling through him, digging into his soul.
"I love you anyway." She touched his jaw, smoothed her hand down his neck. "Just as you are, just as we are now. I love you."