Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

now, he felt overwhelmed, his every sense so acute, on overload, with his blood thundering in his veins, filling his groin to bursting so lust was a vicious punch in his belly. His skin crawled for her. A spike hammered through his skull and without her touch there was a hole so deep, so wide, it cut straight through his soul. He waved his hand to slide a silken sheet beneath both of them.
    Razvan bent his head and breathed into her mouth. Awaken , fél ku kuuluaak sÃvam belső—beloved. Come to me .
    Because he needed her. Needed to see her eyes grow hungry for him, the way he knew his were for her.
    He gave her that first sweet breath of air, then took one from her to draw deep into his lungs. Her lashes fluttered and lifted and his shaft jerked in response to the sudden leap of his heart.
    She opened her eyes and all the emotion he could ever want was right there. Her amber eyes were enormous, filled from their very depths with love just for him. An endless well. There it was. Everything .
    He smiled at her, a hungry, predatory smile, while she lay stretched out like a banquet before him. Tonight might be their last night together, and he was going to make it special for her.
    He dissolved right in front of her arms, turning his body to warm liquid, a blanket of heat and sparkling liquid, running over her like a million tongues, fizzing against her delicate skin, nudging her legs apart to wrap around them, run through them and nuzzle the junction between her legs lovingly.

    She writhed beneath his administrations, her breath hissing out in a long slow what of shock. The bubbles teased her breasts and the taut nipples that tempted him to return to his physical form. He resisted, wanting her to match the fever of his need.
    The warm liquid coated her body, suspending her in a pool of bubbling water, seeking every hollow, every crevice, and filling the hot spaces with even hotter liquid.
    She cried out when the water began to lap at her, gently at first, teasing her clit, bubbling inside of her, front and back until she was panting, crying out at the probing fingers of water pushing in and out of her. More fingers tugged her nipples and bubbles burst over and in every conceivable opening, bringing her to a fever pitch. He manipulated the liquid again, suckling now, fizzing and probing until it seemed a thousand mouths tormented her.
    Razvan . She whispered his name as her body went into a series of orgasms, each one stronger than the last, and she found herself reaching for him, trying to find her anchor while the world erupted into a red haze around her.
    He laughed softly, shifting easily, letting her fingers sink into his skin and hold there.
    Her arms slid around his neck and she smiled. “I love waking up to you.―

    He pressed his forehead against hers. “That is good, warrior woman, because if you woke up with someone else, the world as we know it would end.―
    She made a face at him and leaned forward to nibble her way across his chin to the corner of his mouth. “I doubt that. You are the calmest, most accepting man I have ever met.―
    Her breasts slid against his chest, soft and full, and tantalizing.
    Tiny flames flickered over his heavy muscles everywhere their bodies connected. Just touching her soft skin shook him. He kissed each eye and skimmed his mouth to the corner of hers.
    â€œI am Dragonseeker,
    fél ku kuuluaak sÃvam
    belsÅ‘ —beloved.
    We
    breathe
    fire
    under
    certain
    circumstances. Finding you with another male would be one of those circumstances.―
    His teeth nipped her full lower lip. Once. Twice. He captured that soft bow and tugged gently, wanting to devour her, to have her for dinner. He felt edgy with need, and just the gentle friction of her body rubbing along his increased his desire more than he thought possible.
    â€œI doubt you have anything to worry about. You are very...
    inventive .―
    Her hand drifted to the inside of his thigh, slid higher, between his legs, to cup his heavy erection. He reacted almost helplessly, pushing his hips into her hand, throbbing and hot, swelling against her palm until her fist was a tight glove surrounding as much of him as possible. Her thumb stroked caresses over the broad, sensitive mushroom head, smearing the tempting pearl drop over the soft, hot tip. She watched the shudder move through him with hot eyes—eyes that sent his temperature soaring even higher.
    Her