Wicked (Eternal Guardians #9) - Elisabeth Naughton Page 0,93
going to be bitterly disappointed. Even if there is a smattering of light left inside me, it’s overshadowed by a shit-ton of darkness.”
One side of her lips curled as she leaned in close. “If I’d wanted a hero, I could have easily found one in my realm.” Her hand drifted down his abs and into his open pants, her warm breath tickling his lips. “And in case you haven’t figured it out yet, dios, I like the dark.” Her slim fingers wrapped around his cock, already lengthening and swelling in her grip. “It’s what I was looking for the night we met.”
He sucked in a sharp breath as she drew him out of his pants and shifted so the head of his erection could slide through her wetness.
“I’d much rather have a devil in my bed.” She brushed her lips against his temple again, flexed her hips, then shivered as his cock passed over her clit. “A devil who is dark and sexy and wild and wicked.” She moved so he was at the perfect position, then tipped his face up to hers so their lips were almost touching. “A devil with just enough light to lead me right to him.”
She was a drug, one this close he couldn’t resist. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her down, until all her tempting wet heat surrounded him and she was all he knew.
He groaned at the tight fit, at the way she gasped as he stretched her. Pressing his mouth to hers, he tasted her deeply, drawing her into his soul in a way she’d never been before.
She moaned and kissed him back, her hands on both sides of his face, her tongue licking into his mouth in a way that made him wild for more. For everything. Holding her tight against him so she wouldn’t fall, he eased forward in the chair, then moved to his knees on the carpet so she was laid out beneath him.
With one hand braced on the rug, the other arm still wrapped tight around her waist, he lifted his mouth a breath from hers so he could see her eyes. So he could watch her reaction when he rocked back, then pressed deep all over again. So he could figure out what it was about her that was so different this time.
What was making him different.
“Mm, yes, dios…” Her fingertips tightened against his shoulders, her violet gaze never left his. Each time he hit that spot he knew drove her wild, her sheath contracted around his cock and the sexiest grunt slipped from her perfect lips. “Just like that.”
The need to please her, to satisfy her, to give her what she wanted overtook every thought. He tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her tighter against him. Thrust faster each time she pulsed around his length.
Sweat slicked his skin. Blood pounded in his veins. Heat streaked down his spine as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in closer. But he held his orgasm back, driven by a hot, wicked demand that had only one answer.
Her release. Her cries of carnal pleasure. Her detonation as she erupted in erotic bliss all around him.
Nothing else mattered but that. Every cell in his body zeroed in on her. On finally being exactly what she’d always needed.
“Dios…” She arched and gripped his shoulders tighter. “There. Oh yes, right… There…”
His body responded to the throaty sound of her voice, to the plea in her words. He thrust harder. Deeper. Grunted each time he bottomed out. Still couldn’t look away from her eyes. Couldn’t make his lips work to respond. Couldn’t do anything but fuck her faster and better than he had before. To hold on as every muscle in her body contracted then spasmed as that mindless pleasure utterly consumed her.
It devoured him, too. A shockwave of ecstasy that sucked him under and seemed to have no end. One that didn’t just rock his body but penetrated his soul in a way their joining never had before.
In a way that told him it wasn’t a god or a Fate or a higher power that would finally save him from the darkness. It was her.
Her trust. Her faith. Her belief that there really was some kind of light left inside him worth saving.
All he had to do was tear open every wound inside and let her.
The sound of quiet voices somewhere close roused Talisa from sleep. That and the scent of fresh brewed coffee.