Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm

his body as well. Right. Now.
    “Please, Dax,” she whispered, a plea, a prayer.
    “You have to be ready for me, sivamet . I want only pleasure for you for your first time.”
    “I am ready,” she nearly sobbed. Her hands went to his hair, tugging on those silky
     spikes, trying to bring him over the top of her. Everything in her ached for him,
     pulsed and throbbed and demanded him. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, the
     pressure building until she thought her body might just implode.
    She felt his tongue swiping over her and she bucked mindlessly. He clamped one arm
     firmly around her hips to hold her still.
    “So impatient. Don’t move.”
    “You’re asking the impossible,” she gasped.
    He lifted his head just enough to give her one look of reprimand. His eyes burned
     over her, nearly all red now, glowing with a fire threatening to burn out of control.
    Riley curled her fingers tighter in his closely cropped hair, holding on for all she
     was worth. She truly didn’t think she would survive the gathering pressure, the intensity
     of the heat. Beneath the layer of his skin she caught the impression of scales and,
     like his eyes, his skin was fiery red. The temperature of his body, like hers, had
     gone soaring, as if both of them had caught fire. The red-gold dust from those scales
     rained down around them.
    His mouth touched her again, his tongue stroked wickedly, and then stabbed deep. She
     nearly convulsed, bucking, her hips jerking in spite of the restraint of his arm.
     Her muscles clenched hard. A small keening wail escaped. He began a slow, leisurely
     assault, tongue and teeth, driving her out of her mind. Sounds escaped his throat,
     hot and desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. His arms tightened,
     holding her still as he licked and sucked and took small nips with teeth while she
     writhed under him, her head tossing and her body spilling more and more hot cream
     into his mouth. Pleasure gripped her stomach, rising sharply as he pushed a finger
     into her.
    I’m not going to survive. Fear skittered through her mind as her body coiled tighter and tighter. He was so
     sexy, hot beyond her imagining, and there was no possible way she could keep up.
    Hold on to me. His voice was rough with stark lust.
    Dax lifted his head, possession in his glittering eyes. Her stomach spasmed as he
     wedged himself between her thighs, lifting her hips, positioning himself at her entrance.
     She could feel him tight against her, so hot and thick, velvet over steel. A small
     sobbing plea escaped. She couldn’t wait another moment.
    His fingers gripped her hips as he slowly, inch by slow inch, began to enter her.
     He threw his head back, his face a mask of raw pleasure.
    “ Ainamet andam. I give you my body.”
    Dax fought for control. She was scorching, wrapping him in fire, so tight he wasn’t
     certain he would fit. Very reluctantly, her tight muscles gave ground, allowing his
     invasion, a slow, exquisite submission.
    “Sívamet kuuluak kaik että a ted . ” He bit out the words while sensations poured over him and into him. He held himself
     still when his body demanded he pound into her, but she needed a moment to adjust.
     “I take into my keeping the same that is yours.”
    He meant every word. Binding ritual or not, the words meant more to him than ties
     between them. She would be his treasure, cherished, protected and loved above all
     else. Her heart was his. Her soul. And her body, this beautiful instrument of a pleasure
     he had never conceived existed. He set his teeth as he pushed deeper, feeling her
     muscles reluctantly unfolding like the petals of the flowers surrounding him until
     he was lodged against her thin barrier.
    He wanted to give her such pleasure she would never regret her choice. He shifted,
     blanketing her, the movement causing her to gasp and writhe under him, her muscles
     gripping him with a fiery passion. He stroked a caress over the swell of her breast.
     Again her sheath tightened, nearly strangling him with pleasure.
    She was saving his soul with her decision, no matter what he’d told her. He might
     never turn vampire, but her gift was even more important to him because she chose him. She followed him into an unknown world, one of danger when she was apprehensive
     and fearful. She had put her faith in him, trusting him when he’d been in danger of
     losing faith in himself and the world he’d fought so hard to maintain.