Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm

She had no
     idea what she meant to him, but he would never let her down, and her pleasure was
     just as important to him as her safety.
    Riley’s hands found Dax’s biceps, feeling the coiled strength there. His hard flesh
     filled her, stretched her. The slightest movement he made sent streaks of fire racing
     over her skin and lightning arcing through her body. His lips traced a path over her
     breast, drawing the creamy, aching mound into the heat of his mouth, suckling strongly,
     his tongue lashing, and his teeth grazing her nipple. The sensation drove her crazy,
     pushing her need past desperation.
    “Dax, more. I need more.” He had to stop the coiling pressure building, always building
     with no relief.
    He raised his head for one moment, those multifaceted eyes glowing fiercely with a
     thousand flames. He opened his mouth to reveal the long, sharp teeth. Her breath caught
     in her lungs. The teeth sank deep, right along the swell of her breast, while his
     hips surged forward, breaching her thin barrier. Pain lashed through her body to give
     way instantly to near ecstasy.
    Riley’s body bowed, the soles of her feet finding the mattress for leverage as she
     rose to meet the thrust of his hips. Her fists doubled in his hair, holding him to
     her, while her blood flowed into him, locking them together in the way of his species.
     He was everywhere, in her body, her mind, wrapping himself in her heart, while the
     scent of him invaded every one of her senses.
    As merged as closely as they were, she could taste herself, feel the explosion of
     pleasure in him as her blood filled his cells and organs. His already large erection
     grew even thicker, stretching her more. Fire streaked through him, her feminine sheath
     wrapping him in a strangling, velvet soft, fiery grip, milking and squeezing, as he
     thrust deep and hard with each stroke, bringing both of them closer to that free fall.
    Sensations tore through her, the combination of his pleasure with hers pushing her
     higher still. Heat seared her, scorched her. The tension just stretched out more and
     more, with no end in sight. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh
     as she tossed wildly beneath him.
    Dax reluctantly lifted his head, watching her blood seep from the two pinpricks over
     her breast and trickle down the creamy slope to her taut nipple. Her chest rose and
     fell as he followed that enticing trail, his body slamming harshly into hers again
     and again as he indulged himself. Finally, he closed the small wounds with his tongue.
    “Ainaak olenszal sívambin . ” He uttered the words in a roughened, husky tone, stilling, refusing to give either
     of them relief. He was close to growling, the pleasure in his body one he’d never
     conceived of. “Your life will be cherished by me for all my time.”
    She was nearly mindless, tightening her muscles to grip him. Through the connection
     of their minds, she knew he was on the very edge of his control.
    He slipped his arm beneath her head, his eyes all fire now, burning over her like
     a brand. “Be still.”
    She panted, her hips unable to obey, her muscles clamping around him, desperate for
     release, her head tossing wildly. She couldn’t be still, no matter what he said. She
     strained upward, but he kept her immobile as he lifted one hand to his chest. With
     one diamond-hard nail, he opened a thin line along the heavy muscle over his heart.
    “Take what I offer, sivamet .Come closer into my world.”
    Her eyes widened. She stared at him in shock. Still, and it shouldn’t have been, he
     looked so erotic, hot and sexy, there in that open field of flowers, with his hard
     body and ruby red drops of blood summoning her. She nearly shook her head, but she
     was mesmerized by the sight.
    “Please,” she whispered. Her body was on fire. She needed release, but she wasn’t
     certain the plea was for him to take her over the edge. The temptation of tasting
     him was a dark whisper she was finding hard to ignore. The idea of drinking his blood
     should have been repugnant, not erotic, but her mouth could already taste him. His
     scent was everywhere, and her body was hot and needy.
    “You have to make the choice on your own, Riley,” he said implacably. “This is the
     way to bring you closer to my world, and you have to know it’s truly what you want.”
     Cradling her head in the crook of one arm, he gathered her hips with the other and
     thrust deep.
    Riley