“I’ve wanted this, Reyes, more than anything.” Her breathing grew rough.
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With each thrust of his h*ps Reyes felt more and more connected to Angelica. There was no question that he’d imagined doing this to her repeatedly. He was a man.
But he’d never been in this place before, desiring a woman not just with his c**k but with his entire being. Planting his forearms and curling his h*ps with each thrust, he watched her move beneath him, her dark eyes glittering.
Her lips parted and a series of small gasps came out. He watched pleasure stream over her face. He was doing this to her, giving her what she’d wanted for a long time.
Nothing seemed more important than that he please her. Her head rolled from side to side and she now had a hard time focusing. “That’s it, Angelica; you’re feeling me now, aren’t you?”
“I am.” Her words were hushed and hoarse. Her breathing uneven in the best way. “And I can feel how much pleasure you’re experiencing at the same time. This is amazing.”
He thrust faster and her back arched. She moaned, gripping his shoulders, her body tensing and releasing, getting ready.
She gripped him low. “Reyes,” she whispered.
“I’m here. I’m with you.”
“Do you want to come?”
“I want to see you come first. Can you do that, Angelica? Can you let go?” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek, then her other cheek, then her lips. He played his tongue over her mouth, dipping in.
She moaned and he kissed her hard, driving his tongue deep. She cried out against his mouth and her whole body spasmed. I’m coming. Oh, God, Reyes!
He held back. Though he wanted to release, he’d been well-trained and kept himself hard for her. As he felt her orgasm reach a pinnacle, then finally ease down, he slowed his rhythm, yet still keeping the push-pull steady.
She kneaded the muscles of his shoulders, her fingers falling to his biceps. He flexed for her.
“My head is spinning,” she whispered.
“Want more?”
“Do you know what I want?”
“What’s that?” He kissed her again, a soft pressure against her lips.
“I want to watch you come, Reyes. That’s what I want. That’s the only thing I care about right now, seeing you have pleasure because you’re inside me, because we’re connected.”
Reyes had never heard such words before, and for a long moment they didn’t connect inside his brain. He’d never had a woman put his pleasure above hers or engage with him as though he had importance of any kind.
Yet he saw in Angelica’s eyes and felt in the way she caressed his arms that she was truly thinking of him right now and not what she could wring from his body.
He moved faster. “You give me pleasure, Angelica, in everything that you say and do.”
Small gasps once more broke past her lips. “I feel the same way about you.”
His body heated up, a fire that raged through him, that made him want more than anything to release while ecstasy held her in its grip. He drove stronger now and deeper so that she cried out. “Reyes, will you come with me?”
“Yes.”
He’d never been so hard as he drove faster and faster, slamming into her. She cried out in long, almost anguished sounds, pleasure building.
I’m close, she sent.
And I’m ready. Look at me, Angelica. Look at me.
He could tell she struggled to stay focused on him because her body raged with passion.
Reyes. Her gaze locked with his. I’m coming.
As he watched her tip over the edge his release rocketed. He shouted as his c**k pulsed with heat and as pleasure streaked through him.
Angelica screamed, which in turn intensified the ecstasy that rushed through him in heavy pulses. And still he held her gaze. Emotion swelled within him as the moment rolled out and his h*ps flexed in rapid jerks.
Reyes. She spoke his name one last time within his mind, then finally relaxed beneath him.
He slowed his rhythm, then finally stopped, his body satiated.
Still connected deep, he kissed her, a long, lingering kiss, then looked at her some more.
He felt mystified, unable to comprehend what he was feeling. He’d never experienced anything like this in his long-lived life. He’d never been around someone like Angelica before, who actually saw him as a person and not as a tool to be used.
He frowned slightly as she caressed his face. “How was that for you? Were you satisfied?”
Her eyes popped wide. “Didn’t I scream loud enough to make myself clear?” She laughed.
He chuckled. “Yes, I guess you did.”
“Why the question?” She thumbed his scruff and sighed.
“Hard to explain, I guess I just wanted to be sure that I did well by you.”
At that she leaned up, surrounded his neck with her arms, and pulled him down to her. “You were magnificent and that was beyond anything I’ve ever known before. But Reyes, I’m not talking about your technique. I’m talking about you.” She fondled his arms, his shoulders, his neck.
He simply couldn’t fathom what it was he felt, except suddenly he was taken back to a time in his youth when he’d been with his mom and dad. They’d taken him night-fishing on the Amazon. They’d all laughed so much.
And that’s what it was about Angelica. She reminded him that before he’d been taken into slavery he’d known what normal felt like, when he’d been a typical kid and known how to laugh, what being loved had felt like.
“Where did you go?” she asked softly, still touching him, this time rubbing his back.
But it was all too much suddenly, too good, too normal. And it couldn’t last.
He shook his head and lifted off her. “I don’t know. I’m uneasy about what we have to face.”
“Do we have to think about that now?”
“I do.” It was only a partial lie. He just didn’t want to be feeling so much for Angelica. He didn’t want to live with the hope that his life could actually be different. He couldn’t risk believing in the impossible.
But he wasn’t about to hurt her in the process. He leaned down and kissed her. “I loved every minute of this. Thank you. You’ve been wonderful.”
Slowly, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.
Time to fix his thoughts on the performance for Scorpion.
Chapter Five
Angelica knew something had happened to end the moment; she just didn’t know what. Although she was pretty sure she could guess. The vampire had a lot on his mind. For herself, she tried not to think about what would happen on the following night or how ill she felt with thoughts about what they’d be required to do.