Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm

could feel his thick, hot shaft like a steel brand spreading fire through her.
     She knew flames burned in him. She could see the glow beneath his skin, in his eyes,
     the scorching heat of his body. Every inch of his hard flesh as it buried deep in
     her sheath spread those flames into her. She caught fire and burned. There was no
     end in sight. She moved, and he stopped.
    A sob escaped. She needed him. Wanted him.
    You hunger for me.
    A bead of blood trickled over the muscle of his chest to the edge of his flat, hard
     nipple. Her gaze followed it, her tongue sliding over her lip. He wouldn’t let her
     hide from the truth. Deep in her veins she could feel a throb, every bit as strong
     as the terrible ache in her body. She remembered the taste of him in the flower and
     that intoxicating scent of his, amplified a thousand times by the field of flowers
     surrounding her. She couldn’t deny what he whispered was true, but human inhibitions
     held her back.
    I feel your hunger beating at me.
    His voice was seduction, let alone that harsh, jackhammer stroke he drove into her
     and once again stilled. Desperate, before she could think what she was doing, she
     licked at that thin trail of crimson with her tongue. His taste burst through her
     like champagne. She followed the trail back to the source, her mouth latching on,
     tongue dipping and stroking.
    His groan was a rough, sexy sound. He threw his head back, whispering to her, helping
     her now that she’d made the decision. The essence of his life poured into her, filling
     her, restructuring, nurturing.
    “ Te élidet ainaak pide minan. Your life will be placed above my own for all time,” Dax bit out between clenched
     teeth. His body shuddered with the effort to hold back. His skin gleamed red and gold,
     scales showing beneath.
    Riley stared up at his face. Lines of sheer lust etched deep, sending spirals of arousal
     spinning deep. The taste of him hit her hard, an aphrodisiac that added to the firestorm
     in her body. She would never get enough of him, not his taste and not his body.
    Enough, sivamet. You cannot take too much at once. Just enough for an exchange.
    She heard his words as if from a great distance. Her blood roared in her ears. She
     wasn’t certain what he meant, but she couldn’t stop. Dax was forced to gently insert
     his hand between her mouth and his chest.
    “Te avio päläfertiilam . ” He caught her hips in both hands, sliding her closer, pushing her legs over his shoulders.
     “You are my lifemate.”
    With a small sob she fell back, her gaze locked with his. Her body was threatening
     to explode, so tight she was afraid she’d shatter into pieces. That movement of his
     body had his shaft stroking and caressing deep inside her. Brushstrokes of white-hot
     fire. She was so close to that edge, yet she couldn’t tumble over.
    “Dax.” She cried out his name, reaching for him, her mind hazy, needing him to take
     her over the cliff with him. “Please. I can’t . . .” She didn’t know what she needed
     from him, only that she was burning from the inside out.
    Dax surged forward, a steel spike of living flesh, burying himself over and over.
     Deep. So deep. She swore she felt him piercing through her stomach. Over and over.
     So hard. He pistoned into her, driving deeper still until she was certain he found
     his way into her soul. There was no pause, no moment to catch her breath, just that
     relentless pounding at her body.
    Riley dug her nails into his arms, her head tossed mindlessly, her lungs burned for
     air. Deep in her mind, she heard herself scream. Her mouth was open, but no sound
     actually emerged. Her body clamped down hard on his. The orgasm ripped through her,
     shattered her, melting bones and muscles, burning cells and tissue in an explosion
     of shocking pleasure. She felt Dax erupting much like a fiery volcano, pulse after
     hot pulse while her body seemed to shatter into a million pieces.
    Dax slumped over her, breathing raggedly, his heart pounding so hard she could hear
     it. She couldn’t move, her body still alive with pleasure, but leaden, her arms so
     heavy she couldn’t find the strength to move her hands into that thick pelt of hair
     she loved touching.
    Dax turned his head into her neck. Ainaak sívamet jutta oleny. The whisper filled her mind. “You are bound to me for all eternity.”
    Another shock wave of pleasure washed through her. She shuddered, her body climaxing
     again and