Completely spent and sated, she leaned back onto the table while he was still inside her. Her breathing ragged, she kept her legs wrapped around his waist while he stared into her eyes and toyed with her belly button. "That was incredible."
He flashed a devilish grin. "Glad I could oblige." He ran his hand around her breast, traced the line of her bow-and-arrow mark, then gave it a light squeeze as he brushed her hardened nipple with his thumb.
She picked his hand up and lifted it to her lips so that she could nip his fingertips.
Dev shivered as her tongue darted between his fingers. He didn't know why, but it brought out a tenderness inside him. Something protective and scary.
What the hell was that? It was like the animal in him wanted to claim her and kill anyone who came near her. Anyone who hurt her or even looked at her wrong. It was feral and powerful.
Right now all of his paranormal powers were charged to their fullest. He felt like his entire body was made of thrumming electricity that needed to ignite and explode. Sex for Were-Hunters always heightened and strengthened their psychic abilities, but this was different.
He'd never felt anything like it before.
She nibbled his knuckle. "Is what I heard about Were-Hunters true?"
"Yes, it's true. We all have a third eye hidden in our shoulder blade."
She laughed out loud. "Where did that come from?"
"The bowels of my imagination and my desire to hear your laughter. You have an amazing laugh and I have a feeling you don't do that much."
Sam swallowed hard. He was right. She very seldom found anything amusing. Life was hard and she was hit with the reality of that fact every time she went near another person who was suffering. Which some days seemed to be everyone she came into contact with.
But Dev was different. He saw beauty and humor even when he had to dig it out of crap.
Or demon snot.
That, too, made her smile. "I meant that you guys can go all night and have multiple orgasms."
He pressed himself deeper inside her so that she could tell he was already hard again and ready for more. "Oh, yes ma'am. Definite perk for my species."
She tightened her thighs around him. "You telling me you're at ready?"
He kissed her lightly on the lips. "Baby, I'm ready to go until neither of us can walk."
She sucked her breath in sharply as he teased her nipple with his tongue. Oh, he felt so good. That tongue of his should be bronzed. "I intend to hold you to that."
"Then let the marathon begin...."
Over the next few hours, he more than made good on that promise. Sam's head swam from exhaustion and endorphins.
After starting in the foyer and working their way through the downstairs and staircase, they'd finally made it to her bedroom where they lay entwined in her light yellow silk sheets.
She was so sated and sore, she didn't want to move at least for a week. "I think you've killed me."
Dev laughed as he peeled the wax shell away from a mini Babybel piece of cheese--she didn't know why she'd bought them since she normally couldn't eat cheese without having farm flashbacks--which weren't bad, just annoying to listen to cows mooing while she ate. But it'd looked so good on the commercials and in the store that she hadn't been able to resist it. He offered her the first bite.
She hesitated, but as she sank her teeth in, she realized that it, too, was safe. It amazed her that she could eat it. There was just something about Dev...if he touched it first, it was like he cleansed it and removed what ever funk would attack her.
"You could have sent me away at any time," he said as he ate his own little Babybel.
"True. But I'm just as bad and horny as you are."
"Nah, you're not..." A wicked light came into his beautiful blue eyes. "You're worse."
Laughing, she choked on the cheese.
Dev quickly handed her his glass of wine so that she could clear her esophagus. "Sorry about that."