Shattered by the Sea Lord - Starla Night Page 0,48
“I have dreamed of possessing you for so long, Dannika.”
“Good. Me too. Will that help?”
“I hope.” His lips curved into a smile and he broke from her mouth to kiss her cheek, her forehead, her hair. “But only you can grow your powers. Brighten your soul light so you do not fail.”
“You know I can’t see my own soul light.”
“But you must feel it.” He pulled back and kissed her chest, searing her with sudden and unstoppable heat. “Right now. This sensation. You shine.”
This sensation?
Ciran cradled her, loved her, worshipped her. His kisses melted her collarbone, nipping teeth that made her feminine core clench. She flexed her fingers to entwine him, but he gently gripped her wrists.
“This sensation, yes.” His lips melded to hers, passionate and true, driving in and overwhelming her. “You are a queen, Dannika. Increase our resonance and claim your power. In time, you will turn back storms.”
She drowned in his sweet insistence. “But if I’m not even there…”
“We will never part.”
So much was still unresolved. Hesitation buried deep in her heart.
But she wanted to believe.
She would anchor herself to his certainty.
Because they were soul mates.
And embracing him was the only way she would ever truly live.
His tongue plumbed her depths, into the places she hid, and she welcomed his sensual assault. He wove his fingers into her hair and goaded her to duel, to face him with the same urgency. Heat crackled into her veins. He was the rake unearthing her soil and she was finally breathing again as she opened herself to his life-giving sunlight.
“You will become confident,” he promised. “You will change and grow and flourish. And you will unite your soul more tightly with mine.”
Starlight filtered through the overhead caverns and lit the ocean with a beautiful hum.
It penetrated her skin, her chest, her heart.
And so did he.
His eyes gleamed, calculating and watchful. His tongue flicked her dark nipples, teasing her to hard pearls.
Heat streaked to her center, and she moaned with a desperate vibration. Her desire filled the water. It tasted of musk and need, a thousand empty nights, a thousand salt tears of loneliness.
She drew him to her breast, seeking relief for the ache he created, and he resisted, kissing around her hot pearls, stoking her with painful need. He finally closed over her nipple and sucked. Intense relief gave way to new pinnacles of clenching feminine need. All she wanted was him. His driving sex, hard against her thigh, and his certainty. If she could just draw them both inside her, she would never fear losing him again.
He stamped his possession in with every kiss, every nip of teeth, tasting and tormenting her. She clung onto him like a buoy in a storm.
And with unstoppable strength, he freed himself from her embrace and lowered between her legs, resting her thighs on his inflexible shoulders.
Her pussy throbbed. Yes, she wanted him there, exactly.
His tender fingers stroked her feminine flower, folding back the petals gently, and then his tongue explored, soft and gentle, then, as she drew him tighter, firm and commanding. Some men would never do this, but Ciran attuned to her every tremble, enjoying and savoring his control. He latched on to her sensitive nub.
She craved more. Now. Faster.
He thwarted her urgings and took his time, persisting at his pace, leading her around the winding road to a peak of gorgeous perfection. He didn’t stop at the easy, quick release. No, he led her from a slow-burning ache into an explosive orgasm that made her whole body shatter.
She arched and cried for him. “Ciran!”
He released her and trailed his powerful hands gently down her shuddering body, gazing at her beautiful ruin with satisfaction.
A soul-deep peace flooded her veins with sleepy promise.
He had stood against all the times she’d pushed him away. He had stood against her clinging desperately for more. He was a post, a rock, an anchor point and he would stand against anything.
And now he held her gently, cradling her tenderly to sleep, completely ignoring his own unsatisfied desire that still prodded her belly.
She curled her hands around his rebar-hard cock.
He tried to disentangle her fingers. “You were sleepy a moment ago. Do you not want to rest?”
“Yes, I do not.”
He frowned. “You always give so much. This time, it is okay to receive.”
“Same to you.”
“Release me, Dannika.” He tried to separate them.
She clung on. “No.”
Surprise shuddered through his taut body. “I should have known you would not simply accept pleasure.”