reflex, the simple move firing the tender nerve endings.
He bent over and dragged kisses along her neck, his breath harsh and ragged in her ear. “I want to lick you and suck you until you come, but I don’t think I can wait.” He pulled his thrusting finger out and ran the moist digit up to circle the throbbing nub that ached for his touch. “I need you too badly.”
His finger pressed on her need in unison with his wet mouth on her nipple. She cried out, the combination assault thrust her body into his and rocked her to the very edge of the cliff. The high, rocky precipice that taunted her to let go, to trust, to sail over the side into the waiting bliss beyond.
Airiana’s entire world was centered on Louk, what he was doing to her body, how he made her feel. Want. Need.
The love crested in her heart and pulsed over the energy with every stroke of his hand, suckle of his mouth, lick of his tongue. The energy fired and burned, meshed with his and stoked the need higher until she didn’t think she’d survive. And still it pushed, still it goaded and enticed, seeking the ending that it needed—that they needed. To bank the fire. To start the cycle.
To save the world.
Her body shivered, and twisted under his stoking. She was so receptive, so responsive to his every touch, his every kiss, that Louk worried he might lose it right there.
He pulled back from her tempting nipple and removed his hand from her hot sex with a reluctant groan. “Don’t come, yet, Airi.” He shifted his body between her legs, and she spread them wider in answer.
“Then hurry,” she whispered. Her hands gripped his shoulders, his skin slick from restraint as he positioned his aching cock at her entrance. Her eyes widened and deepened to almost-black pools of desire as he probed the tender skin of her opening.
The muscles along his back quivered with his restraint. She was so hot, so ready. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and fired his need. But he held back even as she shifted her hips to urge him to enter.
He wanted to savor that moment. That last second before they merged, before everything changed. He wanted that last moment to be about them. For whatever came next would certainly be about something much bigger than just them.
He pressed a hard, desperate kiss to her lips. Her mouth fit his perfectly—her whole body fit his perfectly. She fit him perfectly.
He pulled back a breath and held her gaze. Her eyes were heavy with passion, her body as slick and heated as his own. She licked her lips, laced her fingers through his hair and made an attempt to pull his lips to hers.
He resisted, but pushed his cock just a bare minimum into her waiting warmth. She groaned then looked at him with begging eyes.
“You,” he said. “This is about you. For you. Because I need you.”
She stilled, her breath short and pressing against his chest. The energy paused, hung, waited. The raven perched and leaned into the energy, anticipation building.
“You,” she answered. “For you. With you. Because I need you.”
He groaned and thrust, solid, long and hard until he reached the end. Until his body met hers in a complete meeting of souls. She screamed and arched, her hands fisting in his hair, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her body quivered around his, the hot pulsing canal clamping down on his cock and welcoming him in a warm grip of belonging.
His control ended, the need driving him into a hard pace of thrusts. She moaned and met each stroke. Her legs rose to wrap tightly around his hips opening her to him, allowing him to go deeper in his need to become a part of her.
The raven screeched and soared, gliding high on the energy to its mate. To the one it hunted and waited for. To the one it needed to live.
Hot searing stokes of burning energy rushed in with each thrust of his hips, with each clench of her muscles. It poured into him and swamped his senses until his world became about nothing
He bent over and dragged kisses along her neck, his breath harsh and ragged in her ear. “I want to lick you and suck you until you come, but I don’t think I can wait.” He pulled his thrusting finger out and ran the moist digit up to circle the throbbing nub that ached for his touch. “I need you too badly.”
His finger pressed on her need in unison with his wet mouth on her nipple. She cried out, the combination assault thrust her body into his and rocked her to the very edge of the cliff. The high, rocky precipice that taunted her to let go, to trust, to sail over the side into the waiting bliss beyond.
Airiana’s entire world was centered on Louk, what he was doing to her body, how he made her feel. Want. Need.
The love crested in her heart and pulsed over the energy with every stroke of his hand, suckle of his mouth, lick of his tongue. The energy fired and burned, meshed with his and stoked the need higher until she didn’t think she’d survive. And still it pushed, still it goaded and enticed, seeking the ending that it needed—that they needed. To bank the fire. To start the cycle.
To save the world.
Her body shivered, and twisted under his stoking. She was so receptive, so responsive to his every touch, his every kiss, that Louk worried he might lose it right there.
He pulled back from her tempting nipple and removed his hand from her hot sex with a reluctant groan. “Don’t come, yet, Airi.” He shifted his body between her legs, and she spread them wider in answer.
“Then hurry,” she whispered. Her hands gripped his shoulders, his skin slick from restraint as he positioned his aching cock at her entrance. Her eyes widened and deepened to almost-black pools of desire as he probed the tender skin of her opening.
The muscles along his back quivered with his restraint. She was so hot, so ready. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and fired his need. But he held back even as she shifted her hips to urge him to enter.
He wanted to savor that moment. That last second before they merged, before everything changed. He wanted that last moment to be about them. For whatever came next would certainly be about something much bigger than just them.
He pressed a hard, desperate kiss to her lips. Her mouth fit his perfectly—her whole body fit his perfectly. She fit him perfectly.
He pulled back a breath and held her gaze. Her eyes were heavy with passion, her body as slick and heated as his own. She licked her lips, laced her fingers through his hair and made an attempt to pull his lips to hers.
He resisted, but pushed his cock just a bare minimum into her waiting warmth. She groaned then looked at him with begging eyes.
“You,” he said. “This is about you. For you. Because I need you.”
She stilled, her breath short and pressing against his chest. The energy paused, hung, waited. The raven perched and leaned into the energy, anticipation building.
“You,” she answered. “For you. With you. Because I need you.”
He groaned and thrust, solid, long and hard until he reached the end. Until his body met hers in a complete meeting of souls. She screamed and arched, her hands fisting in his hair, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her body quivered around his, the hot pulsing canal clamping down on his cock and welcoming him in a warm grip of belonging.
His control ended, the need driving him into a hard pace of thrusts. She moaned and met each stroke. Her legs rose to wrap tightly around his hips opening her to him, allowing him to go deeper in his need to become a part of her.
The raven screeched and soared, gliding high on the energy to its mate. To the one it hunted and waited for. To the one it needed to live.
Hot searing stokes of burning energy rushed in with each thrust of his hips, with each clench of her muscles. It poured into him and swamped his senses until his world became about nothing
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