Immortal Need by LeTeisha Newton Page B

gripped the globes, pulling him tighter into the cradle of her thighs. She gasped into his mouth. His cock slid against her clit as if it had always belonged. He growled against her lips, rolling his hips. She clung to him, matching his motions. She knew the pleasure he could give her, knew the reckless abandon he could incite. She wanted more, much more—deeper, harder, and stronger—from him.
    “No, not again, I need you. I need…”
    He trailed off as he broke away from her. He gripped her hips with rough hands and pushed away from her.
    “Let me taste you.” He palmed her wrists and dragged them above her head, holding them in place on the bed. He kissed and sucked his way down her throat, over her collarbone, and then to the curve of one breast.
    “Priceless. Mine,” he urged and then sucked her nipple into his mouth.
    She arched beneath him, legs wrapping around him, as he laved the tip. His other hand held her hips firmly to the bed, away from him, and she felt the loss. She was in agony. Her body was throbbing with need. The air was filled with the scent of them, of their essence, and she wanted to wallow in it. Her room, always so peaceful to her in soft yellow and white, had become something else. Everything dimmed until she thought they were surrounded in darkness and only Sevani and she remained. Even the scratch of her covers against her back was sensual. She shifted as he switched his attentions to the opposite breast. He played there, nipping around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He bit down on it gently, and her back left the bed. She was as tight as a bowstring, her only grounding points his hands at her hip and wrists. Her head thrashed above him. She had never felt pleasure like this. Nothing had ever felt so right. It was as if her body was made for him.
    “I need just a bit more. Are you wet for me, Ayah? Do you crave me as much as I crave you?”
    “Yes,” she shouted, wanting him inside of her.
    “Let me be sure,” he whispered back and kissed his way down to her navel. His tongue dipped in slowly before twirling around. She had never thought her navel to be an erogenous zone, but Sevani had proven her wrong. It was like a straight line from it to her core. He chuckled as she moaned louder and then continued down. He bit at the soft curve of her stomach, murmuring something like, “Thank the gods,” but then he moved beyond, and she didn’t think to ask anymore. He let go of her wrists, and she sank her fingers into his hair just as he positioned his shoulders between her thighs. He spread her lips apart with soft fingers and took one slow lick from the base of her to her pulsing nub.
    “Ambrosia, fit for the gods,” he growled and then covered her with his mouth. She screamed as he tongued her clit, flicking and sucking the nub in intervals. She felt him shift, and then a thick digit was pushing against her sensitive walls. He pumped once, twice, and added a second finger. She rode his fingers, her hips rising and falling on the bed as he fed from her. She lost all sense of time as pleasure washed over her. He didn’t rush, slowing down when she felt she was ready to explode. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think as he played sweet music on her. He devoured her as if he could not get enough of her, as if he were determined to keep her for more than tonight. Something in her clicked, her heart shuddering. She could not dare to love a man like him. She couldn’t dare tie herself to someone who was immortal, who would leave her. She had to stop, had to slow down. This couldn’t be. This just couldn’t.
    “Wait. Wait,” she gasped out.
    “No,” he said, “never.”
    “We can’t.”
    “We can, and we will.”
    “But you’ll leave,” she sighed, turning away.
    He lifted above her once more, fingers sliding out of her. He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. The fingers that had been deep inside of her, still shining with her juices, disappeared in his