trying to milk the hard flesh that
impaled her. Marc was relentless atop her, his rhythm calculated to
bring Yule to the peak of desire as slowly as possible, to draw out
the moment into eternity.
Yule’s head rolled from side to side on the
grass while the pulse of her home joined the throbbing in her chest
and between her thighs. She instinctively ground her hips against
him each time he buried himself to the hilt in her heat and she
smiled in satisfaction at his gasps of pleasure. She could feel the
heartbeat of Atlantis surrounding them, seeping into her skin, and
wondered if Marc felt it too. The harder Marc pumped into her, the
deeper he pushed Yule into the living core of Atlantis where the
source of all—All what? She didn’t know, she grit her teeth against
the pressure building inside her body, suddenly frightened of what
was happening.
“It’s all right, Yule, it’s all right,” she
heard his ragged voice assure her as if from a distance. “I’m right
here with you. Open your eyes, my love. Open them and see me.”
His love! Her green eyes snapped wide at that
and she saw him smiling down at her, but only for a moment. His
surprisingly muscular arms (for she’d only ever seen him in long
sleeves before this and never realized what lay beneath the
fabric), slipped around her and drew her up as her sat back in a
kneeling position, her thighs spread wide across his lap, manhood
still embedded in her fiery depths.
His mouth savaged hers, calloused fingertips
stroking her shoulders and the muscles alongside her spine as she
strained against the forces working inside her. His lips moved to
her neck, sharp teeth closing on tender skin and gently biting. She
panted and dropped her head on his shoulder as the thrusts into her
body grew more forceful, their rhythm irregular. Yule moaned
despairingly as Marc slammed into her again and again, uncertain
she could resist the urge to—scream? She didn’t know what exactly,
explode maybe, but whatever it was she didn't think she could take
any more. The pressure was becoming too much and—
“Please, baby, please come!” Marc begged, his
breath short and harsh, hinting at a desperate kind of amusement.
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait for you!”
Wait for her? But she was right here. “I’m
right here!” she gasped, drawing back just enough to look into his
dark, sparkling eyes.
“Open up, baby. Lose control. It’s okay. I’ve
got you,” he promised her again, clutching her body to his as his
hips jerked spasmodically upward and she suddenly thought she knew
exactly who he was and precisely what they were doing—and the
heartbeat of Atlantis swelled in her ears as the feeling in her
core swelled and spread through her body—
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Hermes query jerked Yule awake with a start,
the travelogue crystals spilling from her lap and rolling across
the top quilt. She sat up and pushed back her hair from her face,
looking around in confusion. She watched Hermes open the drapes and
squinted at the sunlight streaming in.
“What time is it?”
“Nearly eleven,” he told her, bringing a
breakfast tray to the bed. “I’d have woke you sooner, but I had a
late night too.” He smiled blissfully at the memory and she gave
him a scolding, amused smile. “Besides, you seemed to be having a
hot little dream-tryst. Want to share the details?”
“No,” she firmly told him, watching him pour
the cinnamon tea into antique bone china cups. “I can’t
really—remember now.” And that was the truth. Something
about—Atlantis she was almost positive. “There was a garden and it
was in Atlantis.” She shrugged and picked up her cup. “I was
reading the holiday crystals when I fell asleep. I must have
dreamed up a vacation.” She sipped her tea.
“Then sign me up with your travel agent
because he definitely had you booked on Get Me Off Airlines,”
Hermes teased and Yule sputtered, grabbing a napkin and glaring at
him
impaled her. Marc was relentless atop her, his rhythm calculated to
bring Yule to the peak of desire as slowly as possible, to draw out
the moment into eternity.
Yule’s head rolled from side to side on the
grass while the pulse of her home joined the throbbing in her chest
and between her thighs. She instinctively ground her hips against
him each time he buried himself to the hilt in her heat and she
smiled in satisfaction at his gasps of pleasure. She could feel the
heartbeat of Atlantis surrounding them, seeping into her skin, and
wondered if Marc felt it too. The harder Marc pumped into her, the
deeper he pushed Yule into the living core of Atlantis where the
source of all—All what? She didn’t know, she grit her teeth against
the pressure building inside her body, suddenly frightened of what
was happening.
“It’s all right, Yule, it’s all right,” she
heard his ragged voice assure her as if from a distance. “I’m right
here with you. Open your eyes, my love. Open them and see me.”
His love! Her green eyes snapped wide at that
and she saw him smiling down at her, but only for a moment. His
surprisingly muscular arms (for she’d only ever seen him in long
sleeves before this and never realized what lay beneath the
fabric), slipped around her and drew her up as her sat back in a
kneeling position, her thighs spread wide across his lap, manhood
still embedded in her fiery depths.
His mouth savaged hers, calloused fingertips
stroking her shoulders and the muscles alongside her spine as she
strained against the forces working inside her. His lips moved to
her neck, sharp teeth closing on tender skin and gently biting. She
panted and dropped her head on his shoulder as the thrusts into her
body grew more forceful, their rhythm irregular. Yule moaned
despairingly as Marc slammed into her again and again, uncertain
she could resist the urge to—scream? She didn’t know what exactly,
explode maybe, but whatever it was she didn't think she could take
any more. The pressure was becoming too much and—
“Please, baby, please come!” Marc begged, his
breath short and harsh, hinting at a desperate kind of amusement.
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait for you!”
Wait for her? But she was right here. “I’m
right here!” she gasped, drawing back just enough to look into his
dark, sparkling eyes.
“Open up, baby. Lose control. It’s okay. I’ve
got you,” he promised her again, clutching her body to his as his
hips jerked spasmodically upward and she suddenly thought she knew
exactly who he was and precisely what they were doing—and the
heartbeat of Atlantis swelled in her ears as the feeling in her
core swelled and spread through her body—
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Hermes query jerked Yule awake with a start,
the travelogue crystals spilling from her lap and rolling across
the top quilt. She sat up and pushed back her hair from her face,
looking around in confusion. She watched Hermes open the drapes and
squinted at the sunlight streaming in.
“What time is it?”
“Nearly eleven,” he told her, bringing a
breakfast tray to the bed. “I’d have woke you sooner, but I had a
late night too.” He smiled blissfully at the memory and she gave
him a scolding, amused smile. “Besides, you seemed to be having a
hot little dream-tryst. Want to share the details?”
“No,” she firmly told him, watching him pour
the cinnamon tea into antique bone china cups. “I can’t
really—remember now.” And that was the truth. Something
about—Atlantis she was almost positive. “There was a garden and it
was in Atlantis.” She shrugged and picked up her cup. “I was
reading the holiday crystals when I fell asleep. I must have
dreamed up a vacation.” She sipped her tea.
“Then sign me up with your travel agent
because he definitely had you booked on Get Me Off Airlines,”
Hermes teased and Yule sputtered, grabbing a napkin and glaring at
him
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