Carpathian 17 - Dark Celebration

mind. "You're just tired, sweetheart. You need to feed." There was both sensual invitation and dominant command in his voice.
    He tried hard to suppress the rougher side of his nature as much as possible, particularly when it came to anything sexual with Syndil. She was with him—and that was the most important thing in the world to him. Whatever time she needed to develop trust in him—
    years, centuries, perhaps longer—it mattered little. She could have all the time she needed; he just had to control the dominant nature so prevalent in the males of his species. He wouldn't risk ruining the fragile trust developing between them.
    He opened his shirt with a single thought, and Syndil turned her face to press against his chest. The rub of her soft skin against his, the feel of her lips moving just above his heart, her hair brushing over him like silk, all sent urgent need slamming hard to pool in his groin in a painful ache. His fingers tangled in her hair and he cradled her head in his arm, his body clenching in anticipation. There was a heartbeat—two. She kissed his chest, teased with her tongue, scraped once, twice with her teeth. His heart went into overtime. His body hardened more, jerked with eagerness.
    Syndil's teeth sank deep, the pain giving way to instant pleasure, his body flooding with ecstasy. He shifted to rock his hips against her. It only inflamed his senses more. Syndil unexpectedly—and for the first time without his prompting—merged her mind with his, feeding him her own sexual desires, the flare of heat, her blood running hot, the erotic pictures of her leaning over him, hair cascading down to pool on his skin while she…
    Barack groaned aloud. You cannot do that to me and not expect reprisals .
    Her laughter was low and sensual—a definite invitation. He closed his eyes, savoring her response to him—the acknowledgment of her need for him. He simply lifted her, cradling her to his chest while she fed, and took to the air.
    Syndil licked his chest, closing the tiny pinpricks, and lifted her mouth to his neck. Her hands slid inside his open shirt. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" she murmured against his skin. "I have always wanted to make love in the snow. What's the use of being able to control our temperatures if we can't utilize it for our enjoyment?"
    Barack didn't care where they were. If she wanted snow, there was a perfectly good spot he could see that looked somewhat protected from the elements. He dropped down fast, his mouth already on hers, fire flaring between them. His need of her was always hot—
    shattering—yet he kept his hands gentle and his aggression controlled, not wanting to frighten her. She panicked when she was beneath him, and never once had he assumed a dominant sexual position.
    She pushed his shirt aside, shoving it down his arms as if she was in such a frenzy to get to his skin that she'd forgotten she could brush the offensive material away with her mind.
    He watched the rising desire on her face, the burning intensity in her eyes, as she spread kisses across his chest, up to his throat, caught his mouth with hers and returned to his chest with teasing bites.
    Never had she acted this way toward him, and he couldn't stop his body's response, his own desire building faster and hotter than ever before. Syndil wanting him, initiating their lovemaking, was more of an aphrodisiac than anything else could ever be. She'd never shown a hint of the same urgent need he always felt when he touched her.
    Of course I feel it . Her teeth tugged at his ear. Her tongue swirled and played and danced over his skin. I just don't know how to show you properly .
    Was there a touch of shame in her voice? He hoped not; she had nothing to be ashamed of. He would spend eternity trying to take away the betrayal and memory of Savon raping her—and there was a part of him that would never forgive himself for not being there to protect her.

    You show me just fine . He put all the fierce love he had for her into his voice, his hands coming up to tangle in her impossibly long hair. She always wore part of it up, and he loosened the pins to let it all fall free. Her hair was so sensual, and right now, with her mouth doing sinful things to his body, he craved the warm silk of her hair spilling over him.
    He didn't want her to ever stop, but he needed her clothes gone.
    Then take them off.
    He smiled at the impatience in her voice. He always asked permission so as not to alarm