She nipped his chin, as if chastising him for needing to voice this. She believed he would never endanger her in any way, didn’t need to be told.
And she was opening her arms for him to fill, her beloved body quivering, her every cherished feature emanating her need in bludgeoning waves.
It was too much. He wanted too much. All of her. At once.
His growl sounded frightening in his ears as he sank his teeth anywhere in her flesh on a blind swoop. They dug in where her neck flowed into her soft, strong shoulder like that time during their ordeal when her nearness had meant life. She jerked and threw her head back, giving him a better bite. He took it.
He was a hairbreadth from going berserk. He tried to rein in the frenzy.
Then she made rationing his passion impossible.
“Show me how much you want me.” Her voice reverberated in his brain, dark and deep. Wild. “Give me everything, take everything, ride me, finish me. I can’t bear the emptiness…fill me.”
With a growl of surrender he stabbed his fingers into her short locks, pulled her head back for his devouring. She bombarded him with a cry of capitulation and command. He drove her into the thin mattress with a bellow of conquering lust. And on one staggering thrust, he embedded himself all the way to her womb.
They arched back. Backs taut, steep curves. Mouths opened on soundless screams at the potency of the moment. On pleasure too much to bear. Invasion and captivation. Completion. At last.
His roar broke through his muteness as he withdrew. She clutched at him with the tightness of her hot, fluid femininity, her delirious whimpers and her nails in his buttocks demanding his return. He met her eyes, saw everything he needed to live for.
He rammed back against her clinging resistance, his home inside her. The pleasure detonated again. Her cry pierced his being. He thrust, hard, harder, until her cries stifled on tortured squeals. Then she bucked. Ground herself against him. Convulsed around him in furious, helpless rhythms, choking out his name, her eyes streaming with the force of her pleasure.
He rode her to quivering enervation. Then showed her the extent of his need, her absolute hold over him.
He bellowed her name and his surrender to her as he found his life’s first true and profound release, ecstasy frightening in magnitude, convulsing in waves of pure culmination, jetting his seed into her depths until he felt he’d dissolved inside her.
But even as he sank into her quivering arms, instead of being satiated, he was harder, hungrier than before.
Which didn’t matter. He had to give her time to recover.
He tried to withdraw. She only wound herself tighter around him, cried out, clung to him.
“There will be more, and more, soon, and always.” He breathed the fire of his erotic promise into her mouth. “Rest now.”
She breathed her pleasure inside him, thrust her hips to take him deeper inside her. “I can only if you stay inside me. I can’t get enough of you, ya harresi.”
“Neither will I of you…ever.” She was driving him deeper into bondage. He loved it. He drove back into her and she pulsed her sheath around him until he groaned. “Tormentress. But just wait. I, too, will drive you to insanity and beyond.”
In response to his erotic menace, she tossed her arms over her head, arched her vision of a body, thrust her tormenting breasts against his chest and purred low with aggressive surrender.
Still jerking with the electrocuting release, he turned her around, brought her over him, her shudders resonating with his.
“Give me your lips, ya talyeti…” he gasped, needing the emotional surrender to complete the carnal abandon.
She groped for his lips, fed him her life and passion. Then her lips stilled, still fused to his, as sleep claimed her.
Only then did he let go. And he slept. Truly slept for the first time since he’d gone to rescue her.
She wanted to lie on him forever.
For the past four days she’d gone to sleep like that, after nights of escalating pleasure and abandon.
She propped herself up to wallow in his splendor.
Unbelievable. That just about summed him up.
Just looking at him, her heart tried to burst free of its attachments and her breath wouldn’t come until she bent closer to draw it mingled with his beloved scent.
He smiled in his sleep, rumbled, “Ahebbek.”
I love you. She caught his precious pledge in an open-mouthed kiss. He instantly stirred, dauntingly aroused, returned the kiss then took it over, took her over.
“Ahebbak,” she gasped her acute pleasure and total love, as he swept her around, bore her down and thrust into her, knowing he’d find her ready and unable to wait. Their hunger was always too urgent at first, it took only a few greedy tastes of each other, a few unbridled thrusts, to have them convulsing in each other’s arms, their pleasure complete.
After the ecstasy he drove her to demolished and re-formed her around him, he twisted again to bring her over him.
He sighed in contentment. “Aashagek.”
He’d explained what that meant. Eshg was a concept that had no equivalent in English. More comprehensive than love, too carnal for adoration and as reverent as worship. It fit perfectly.
“Wana aashagak.” She rose over him, took a deep breath. “And I can’t believe I thought of this only minutes ago, but I wasn’t in any condition to think of anything beyond you.” She knew this would intrude on the perfection. But she had to say it. “I want you to know everything.”
Harres stiffened beneath her. She frowned in alarm as he disentangled himself from their fusion, sat up. It was one of the few times she’d seen him totally serious.
“This time is ours, ya nadda jannati. We will not bring anything or anyone into it. Plenty of time for that when we rejoin the world. Now only you and I matter, ya malekat galbi.”
Talia shivered at the intensity of passion that permeated his voice. He’d just called her the owner of his heart. By now, she was certain she was.
She was also certain it wouldn’t matter.
When they rejoined the world, it would tear them apart.
There was only one thing to do now. Cling as hard as she could to her remaining time with him. And tell him what he needed to know. “I need to tell you.”
His golden eyes were explicit with his aversion to letting the world intrude on them now instead of later. But he finally squeezed them shut, giving his reluctant consent.
And she started. “A month ago, I got a letter. It was addressed to Todd. He’d been living with me since he came back from Azmahar, before his conviction. All his mail comes to my house, and I take it to him when I visit. But something made me open this one. Two things. That all mail so far carried only more bad news, and I decided that this time, I’d try to do something about it and tell him only if I failed. The other reason was that it had Zohaydan stamps.”