His body jerked with a clap of thundering arousal as his hardness turned from rock to steel. He wanted her to make this sound again, and again, to make her scream and sob in a delirium of pleasure as he ravaged her, devoured her, dissolved inside her.
He slammed her harder against him, lost another notch of control as she arched into him, offering him her all. He looked down at her, peach tingeing her newly acquired tan, her pupils engulfing the twilight skies of her irises, turning them to pitch darkness. A darkness that siphoned his sanity, his separateness. He wanted to lose himself in her, never resurface, never be apart from her flesh and essence again.
“Say you’re mine, Selene.”
“I’m yours…yours, Aris.”
This. What he hadn’t known he’d been living for. His greatest triumph. The only one worth anything. Worth it all.
“Yes, Selene. Mine to worship and pleasure.” He took her from gravity, clamped the lips trembling agreement and incitement beneath his, thrust deep into the fount of her taste. He groaned in the sweetness she surrendered with such mind-destroying eagerness, to himself, to her, to the fates that had placed her, a gift he’d never thought he deserved let alone would find, in his path. “Keep saying you’re mine, Selene, make me believe it.”
She kept saying it as he swept her into the tent he hadn’t dared visualize would witness anything this sublime.
He fast-forwarded to the nine-by-nine bed he’d placed in the middle, spread with silk sheets the color of her eyes. He arranged her in its center and she unfurled around him like a wildflower.
He pulled back from her frantic grasp, the need to feast on her hammering at him. He dragged down her sky-blue dress, exposing her to the rhythm of his promises of possession, of her pleas to take all of her. He replaced the supple cloth’s cover with his lips, tongue and teeth, coating her velvet firmness in suckles and nips. Her moans guided him where to skim and tantalize, where to linger and torment, where to draw harder and devour, their heightening frenzy as they transformed to keens then labored gasps a testament to his rising skill in pleasuring her.
The accumulation of need was reaching critical levels. But he couldn’t let their first intimacy in so long, what would seal their lifelong pact, begin a lifetime of escalating pleasures, be anything less than perfect bliss for her. His pleasure, as it had when he’d first claimed her, would always stem from hers.
He had mercy on her, on himself, slid the dress all the way off, lingering on a long groan as he took her panties with it, freeing one silky leg after the other from the confines.
Then he pulled back. Looked down on his goddess.
He’d seen all of her before, before Alex, had seen her in the torture devices that were her one-piece swimsuits since. He’d thought he’d known the extent of the wonder of her.
He’d thought wrong. For here she was. Beyond his memories and observations. Ripe, strong, tailored to his every fastidious taste. This was her. His woman. And she was dying for him as he was for her, quaking with the force of her need.
“You’re far more than I remember.” He heard the awe in his voice, felt his heart shake at the pride and pleasure and lingering vulnerability in her eyes. “And how I remembered. Incredible, agape mou, mind-blowing.”
She held out her arms in demand, in supplication, and he yanked her to him, bending her across one arm. She splashed her supple arms and ebony waterfall over his flesh in abandon, arched in an erotic offering he’d sacrifice anything for.
“Ne, Selene, ne, every inch of you, give it to me, beg for it all with me, I beg you.”
She complied, at once, her voice fracturing with passion. “Take all of me, do everything to me, let me have all of you.”
“You won’t hold anything back, Selene. Never again. You’ll always let me do everything to you, with you, for you.”
She writhed her consent to his commands, opened wide for the litanies of passion he poured into her lips. Then he moved down, suckling her pulse as if he’d take her life force inside himself, mingle it with his own. He kneaded and weighed the perfect orbs of her breasts, turgid in her extreme arousal, pinched the resilience and need of her peach-colored nipples, dialing her arousal higher. Before he fractured with hunger, he swooped down and captured the buds of overpowering femininity in his mouth.
She rewarded each pull with a soft, shuddering shriek, then more as his hands glided over her abdomen, closed over the trim mound beneath.
This. Where he’d merged them, where he’d invaded her, where she’d captured him. Where he’d thrust them both over one edge after another into abysses of abandon and ecstasy. Where she’d received his seed, took his essence, purified it, transformed it into the magic of life. Where she’d given him the other half of his soul and reason for his existence, Alex.
He squeezed his eyes, her flesh. “This is my home, agape mou. My only home.”
“Aris.” Her cry speared him, a molten lance in his soul, a steel shaft in his loins. “Yes, my love, yes…come home inside me.”
My love. Hearing that, on her satin voice, like a prayer, an homage, was like a physical blow to his vitals. He’d hoped. Then he’d known. But to hear her say it… Too much.
He couldn’t be that blessed, could he?
He growled with unbearable stimulation, with humility, slid two fingers between the satin slickness of her exquisite folds, spreading them, getting high on the scent of her arousal, the evidence of her desire and feminine nectar.
He slipped a careful finger, then two inside her, grunted with another blast of arousal. Soaking for him, but so tight…
“Just come inside me,” she choked. “Come home, Aris… please.”
“Let me give you pleasure first, prepare you. I won’t be gentle in my possession.”
She cried out at his sensual threat, opened herself for its execution, rewarding him with a new rush of arousal over his fondling fingers. He heard himself rumbling like a leashed beast as he spread the flowing honey, his thumb finding the knot of flesh that housed her trigger. He’d barely stroked it when her cries of pleasure, of his name, stifled and she came apart in his arms.
He roared with pride as he drew out her release, rode its waves, pumping his fingers inside her clamping flesh, stroking her inside and out, loosening her, suckling her nipples until he felt her flesh rippling around his fingers again, tension reinvading her body. He spread her core, bent, gave her one long lick, the ravenous beast inside him maddened for her taste and scent.