Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

she found him sexy and rather intoxicating.
    Razvan smiled at her. “I am reading your mind.―
    She tossed her head. “Do not read too much into whatever I was thinking.―
    Razvan lowered himself into the water, ducking his head and then coming up fast right beside her, his hands skimming up her thighs, over the curves of her hips, along her tucked-in waist and higher up along her rib cage until he was holding the soft weight of her breasts in his palms. “I think you should read my mind.―
    Before she could reply he dipped his head and drew her nipple deep into his mouth. It mattered little that he had already made love to her twice, that her body had been sated. She instantly felt the heat swamping her. His wet hair slid over her abdomen and teased her mound as he tugged and teased and suckled.
    She held him there for a moment, savoring the pleasure filling her and then she dipped her fingers beneath the water and found his erection already growing firm. At the touch of her fingers his shaft jerked and pulsed. She smirked, realizing the power of her touch as she caressed his hard length with strokes before wrapping her fingers around him to enclose his hard flesh in a tight fist.
    Razvan lifted his head and looked at her with dark, hungry eyes.
    â€œWhat are you doing?―
    â€œA little exploring of my own.―
    He leaned back until his hip brushed the wall of the basin to steady himself. Her touch left him weak, his body shuddering with need.
    â€œYou could always sit,― Ivory suggested, her voice silky, “as this may take some time. I am very thorough when I explore.―
    Swallowing hard, Razvan sat up on the very edge of the smooth rock, allowing his legs to dangle in the pool. His erection throbbed against his stomach, rock hard and growing by the moment. When she cupped his balls and leaned down for her first tentative lick, his breath exploded from his lungs. When her mouth took him, he was lost in her body, in her mind, in everything she was to him.
    Razvan fisted his hands in her hair and held on, knowing this was the beginning of a wild ride with his beloved lifemate.
    16

    â€œWhat is this?― Razvan looked over Ivory’s shoulder, his body watched her work.
    He had awakened that evening with the feeling of her fingers caressing his skin. The wonder of having Ivory in his life, in his bed, his soul merged with hers, was beyond anything he could ever have imagined. Their lovemaking had been gentle and tender and then turned ferocious and wild.
    Hunting had been fun together. They had watched the rising moon burning across the snowcapped mountains, pouring silver across the midnight blue skies to spotlight the sparkling snow layered across the meadows and hanging in the trees.
    They flew through the sky together, high above the trees, wing tip to wing tip, the wind ruffling feathers, both caught up in the freedom of the owls soaring, wheeling and dipping, performing acrobatics just for fun because they could.
    Somersaulting with her, talons linked, Razvan knew that everything he needed was here, in this one woman. She had saved him with her smile. With her inner beauty. Her soul. She had become his own personal miracle. He wasn’t altogether certain the earth had healed him. She had. With the colors she had provided, bringing life to his world. With the joy she had restored, so that each moment meant something to him. She had replaced the shadows in his eyes, in his heart, with love.
    She had replaced the darkness in his soul with light.

    He swallowed hard, his chin nuzzling her shoulder as he peered at the book she had open as she studied her books in her workroom. He could see she had written in the ancient text and he read the words to himself, frowning over them.
    The mage walks forth as the Hell Gate closes Lightning
    strikes
    with
    his
    first
    order
    Energy
    spirals
    from
    his
    fingertips
    A
    spell
    does
    form
    upon
    his
    lips
    Tall
    and
    dark,
    handsomely
    slender
    His
    silver
    eyes
    burn
    like
    lighted
    embers
    A
    power,
    a
    presence
    one
    cannot
    explain
    A drawing feeling that will not leave the brain A
    longing,
    a
    yearning
    that
    burns
    like
    fire
    To
    be
    wanted
    and
    taken
    with
    heated
    desire
    The
    mage
    walks
    forth
    unfolding
    his
    arms
    His victim comes quietly, succumbed by his charms The
    embers
    of
    passion
    burst
    forth
    in
    flame
    As the mage draws heart’s blood from deep within