One and Only by Bianca D'Arc Page A

she liked feeling small beneath his body, how she liked his heat and his gentle touches. He gave her all she could take and more. He worshiped her with his mouth, his teeth elongating and scraping over her sensitive skin, making her shiver. He loved the way she responded to him. He’d spend eternity exploring new ways to make her moan and quiver beneath him.
    The thought made him smile. He looked upward to find an answering grin on her beautiful face.
    “This will only get better the longer we are together,” he promised, licking her navel as her abdomen rippled in reaction to his touch.
    “I can hardly believe it could be any better.” Her words were a breathy sigh.
    “Believe it, my love.” He nipped her belly before rising to seat himself between her thighs. She was more than ready. As was he.
    Atticus spread her legs wide, holding her knees propped up on his arms. He eased downward, holding her gaze as he took possession of her hot channel, joining them both in body and in mind. After the first few pulses, he wasn’t quite sure where he left off and she began. He felt her pleasure and his own, the mingling of their minds combining and multiplying the rapture he felt whenever he was with her.
    As they drew near the peak, he bent closer to her, folding her legs back to give him even greater access to her body. The angle changed when he bent even lower to sink his teeth into her neck, bringing them both to orgasm at the same moment as they shared minds, blood and ecstasy.
     
    They lay together on the large bed, wallowing in the aftermath. Lissa stroked his powerful chest as she rested against him. She could still feel his mind joined with hers as it had been in those moments of shared pleasure—as it would be once she’d become like him and learned how to manage their mental link.
    Her thoughts turned to her friends and how they would handle her marriage. Kelly was already getting into the groove of the vineyard and they’d talked about having her move into the big house so she didn’t have such a long commute every day from the city. She would understand Lissa’s new life better than any of the others.
    Carly was going to Wyoming, so at least for the first few months, she would be out of the picture and wouldn’t notice the changes in Lissa. Christy was habitually quiet and had to be dragged out of her house most of the time. Chances were she wouldn’t notice any changes in Lissa because she wouldn’t see much of anything.
    Jena was another story. Sharp eyed and inquisitive by nature, Jena would notice things that others might not. Kelly would come in handy, standing with Lissa against any questions Jena might pose. But in the end, they were all her friends and they wouldn’t hassle her if she was happy. And she was happy.
    “And glad I am to hear it,” Atticus said, giving her a lazy grin as she pulled back to look at his face. “Now still your racing thoughts, my love, and let me bask in this bliss for a few more minutes.”
    She wanted to be grumpy, but she felt the wonder in his mind of what they shared and she couldn’t be mean. She settled her head on his shoulder again and closed her eyes, trying to relax her mind and release her thoughts.
    A vision came to her out of the blue, shocking her breathless.
    Pain. Terrible pain and weakness. Danger and sorrow. Ripped, rended flesh and blood. Lots of blood. The smell of it was in her nostrils. The smell of death. Death and…wine?
    Lissa shook out of the vision with an abrupt jolt as she sat up straight in the bed. Atticus rose beside her, his face clouded with concern.
    “Oh no!”
    “Was that a vision? Is that what you see with your psychic gift?” Atticus wanted to know.
    Their minds were still joined, she realized, so he’d seen what she had. Looking up at him, she nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying. He gathered her close and rocked her in his strong arms.
    “It’s never been so strong before,” she whispered. “Never like that.