Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm

teasing them into tight peaks. Her
     hips moved restlessly.
    Dax slipped one hand down the soft curvy contours of her body, over her narrow waist
     to her flat belly and lower still to her flared hips. His palm cupped her mound, his
     thumb moving in slow circles. She was wet, hot, as hungry for his body as he was for
     hers. His mouth wandered up her breast to the creamy slope while his fingers slipped
     inside the heat of her body. He lapped at the soft temptation with his tongue, his
     teeth scraping back and forth. Each time his teeth nipped, her sheath tightened around
     his fingers and bathed him with a fresh flood of liquid.
    His teeth lengthened. His mouth watered. He sank his fangs into that pounding pulse
     and the taste of her burst through him like the eruption of a volcano. Her body reacted
     to the flash of pain, clamping down hard, and as pleasure raced through her, he felt
     her muscles ripple in need. She tasted exquisite, perfect, addicting. He took more
     than his fill, enough for a blood exchange. The third blood exchange. It took discipline
     to run his tongue across those pinpricks and seal them.
    Dax turned her in his arms as he ran one sharp fingernail across the pounding pulse
     in his chest. He needed her mouth on him drinking his essence, his ancient blood bringing
     her fully into his world. Her lips moved against his chest, her tongue sliding over
     the tiny beads bubbling through the thin cut. He held his breath, cradling her head,
     everything in him going still. Waiting. Needing. Her mouth moving against his chest
     was the most erotic thing he had ever felt. Her body was naturally sensual, moving
     against his in restless hunger even as she accepted the invitation into his world.
    He could barely make himself stop her, but his body was making its own urgent demands.
     He murmured softly to her. “Enough, päläfertiilam , ancient blood is rich.”
    Her tongue lapped at his offering once before she lifted her head, her eyes slumberous,
     sexy, dark with desire. “I want you right now. I have to have you right now.”
    Dax wasn’t prepared to argue with that demand. He urged her toward the side sweeping
     lounge. He pressed one hand on her back to force her to bend, to place her hands on
     the rock for balance. Her hair hung down around her body, her breasts swinging free.
     Her buttocks were rounded, and he rubbed and massaged the firm flesh before sliding
     his hand between her legs once again.
    He pressed his aching, swollen flesh against the heat of her slick entrance. She moved
     her hips back, trying to force him to enter faster. His fingers flexed on her hips
     and then he dragged her body hard over his, at the same time, surging forward. She
     wailed, a low keening cry of pleasure, filling the chamber with her music as he buried
     himself over and over in her. Her sheath was alive with silken fingers gripping and
     squeezing, surrounding him with scorching heat. She was tight, so tight she strangled
     him, the friction exquisite. He took them both up hard and fast, a piston driving
     into her over and over. She gasped for breath, her body moving in perfect rhythm with
     his. He heard the change in her breathing, felt the rush of hot liquid and then her
     tight sheath clamped down on him, demanding, milking, as around him all that silky
     heat rippled with one powerful orgasm after another, taking him with her.
    She chanted his name, a soft lilting cry that wrapped coils of emotion around his
     heart. Dax pulled her into his arms, dropping his head over hers, holding them both
     up while he calmed their hearts and pushed air into burning lungs. He sank back into
     the water, pulling her with him until he was seated on the natural rock and water
     swirled around his shoulders. Riley swept her hair up, wrung it out and knotted it
     on top of her head. She settled back beside him, stretching out her legs and looking
     around the cavern.
    “It’s beautiful here, Dax. Really exceptional. I won’t forget it, ever.” Her voice
     trembled. She slipped her hand into his. “I’m not afraid. It’s just . . . unknown.
     What happens next?”
    His fingers closed around hers. “We wait. Your body will fight the conversion, believing
     you’re dying. Try not to resist, just let yourself go. I’ll be with you every step
     of the way. Gary indicated there were things I couldn’t help you with.” He detested
     that. He would take on every bit of her pain if he could, but Gary had