Embrace the Magic (The Blood Rose 2)
Page 25Soft coos and moans left her throat and as he increased the pressure and speed, her h*ps rose and fell, over and over, her well clenching with need. He worked her slow, then fast, then slow, prolonging the moment and the experience, but ushering her steadily toward the pinnacle.
His left hand held her in place as he supported her bottom, but his right hand began a lengthy exploration of her thighs and mound, her abdomen and upward to fondle her br**sts. All the while his tongue licked and pleasured her.
At the same time, his vibrations rolled, another layer of sensation so that her mind became lost, falling deeper and deeper as ecstasy hurtled toward her, sharpening the pleasure where his tongue touched and flicked until the orgasm rolled through her.
She cried out, but he didn’t stop. He kept flicking until the waves of pleasure rose repeatedly, taking her to the heights again and again. After the last of her cries left her throat, she settled down and her h*ps relaxed back into the bed.
He looked up at her, his smile crooked. “Good?”
Her back arched as she reached down for him. “Unbelievable. The waves you sent through me, reached deep inside here…” She pressed her lower abdomen. “And here…” She drifted her fingers up to her heart. She laughed softly and held her hands up to him. “More?”
He rose up from his kneeling position and with his hands around her waist he told her to hold onto his arms. Doing as she was instructed, he lifted her easily farther up on the bed.
When he moved upward to join her, she spread her legs so that his knees could go between. He made an approving grunting sound, which made her laugh. And this was something she hadn’t expected with Ethan, the good will and laughter, that he found things amusing and didn’t mind when she did as well.
Planting his elbows on either side of her, he said, “You smell like raspberries and wine, did I tell you that?”
She shook her head. “Yes and your scent is wonderful as well, like something wild that grows on a mountainside; earthy, grassy, tangy. Your sweat was like that, when you flew me here.”
“You didn’t mind? You said I tasted like war.”
“Uh-huh, like a man who’d just fought and saved hundreds of lives.”
His chest rose and fell, his gaze sliding around to land once more on hers. “And you were part of that.”
“I was. But it seemed like such a small service, to offer up a vein.”
“I am.”
He ran his thumb down her throat then licked the skin in a long line straight up to her ear.
“I can smell your blood, an erotic elixir now, because you’ve known pleasure.” He trembled. “I want to be inside you when I drink.”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy, hardly there. Her h*ps rolled, seeking.
He lowered himself onto her, using a hand to position himself at her entrance. “You’re wet.”
“I want you, Ethan. All of you, every inch. Now.” Where had all this boldness come from?
“You’ve got me.”
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Ethan pushed, slowly at first. She was tight, but then he was big and not every woman could handle what he had to give. But her groans, and the way she caught his ass and pulled him into her, encouraged him to push harder.
A hoarse moan helped him to know he was good. With his gaze fixed on the pulse in her throat, his chest tightened and his mouth watered. Her wrist had been one thing, but this would be better, much better.
Slowly his h*ps moved, driving farther each time, deeper.
Using his fingers, he pushed the long strands of her black hair away from her pale neck. She had a fae’s complexion, very light and creamy.
Samantha was beautiful.
She pulled on him, her hands gripping his shoulders. “You feel so good, Ethan. So good.” Her neck arched and her head slid up into the pillow, then back, a pure reflection of how his movements kept her body undulating slowly.
Her fingers squeezed his biceps, which caused his muscles to flex then relax. His vibration pulsed heavily now, swarming through her and touching her faeness. The sensation tightened his stomach and his ass.
Ethan. Her voice sounded soft inside his mind.
He met her gaze and thumbed her cheek. I’m here.
She smiled. This is beautiful. Whatever our lives become, this moment is beautiful. I love being connected to you like this and your vibration has me worked up. It’s amazing.
Her words in his mind swelled his heart and ignited his personal frequency further so that new waves poured from him.
Oh, my God. What are you doing to me?
I’m not sure. He kissed her again. Waves pulsed from his chest and reached inside. Focus on your faeness, your fae frequency and let it flow toward me. I think we can do something here, the two of us.
She nodded.
Did the bed just tremble?
She closed her eyes, her lips parting wide as though caught in supreme ecstasy. Then he felt it as his frequency returned to him, but this time joined to hers. Pleasure, like he’d never known, spread fire through his chest, his stomach, and into his groin.
His h*ps moved faster, gliding easily within her because she rained on him now.
I need to drink.
He placed an arm over her left shoulder to keep her pinned. At the same time, by long practice, his h*ps moved so that he plunged in and out.
Turning his head and angling, he made a sharp jab with his fangs and surrounded the wounds with his lips. The first draw of raspberry-and-wine nectar exploded on his tongue. He groaned against her throat. He sucked hard and plunged faster and faster.
The sensation of their shared frequencies kept his chest on fire and his groin wicked with sensation and drive.
Her moans filled his ears.
So, close. I’m close again. The vibrations, my God. Ethan, my God.
Let it go.
She cried out and her well tugged on him as he worked her with his cock, as he drank from her, as he sent his frequency vibrating through her body, as he felt hers return and stroke him.
Her cries repeated, as though the orgasm rolled on and on and maybe it did. He was so hard, so ready.
I need to come.
Ethan, come. Yes, come, while you’re drinking me down.
Those words did him in. His back tensed, his bu**ocks flexed and his balls released. He pumped faster while still sucking at her neck. Pleasure rode his c**k and because she cried out, her h*ps meeting his with answering grinds, he knew another orgasm carried her along, which intensified what he felt, the nerve endings singing and shouting ecstasy.