Drake Sisters 06 - Turbulent Sea

the stranglehold her body had him in. When it came, her orgasm rushed, overtook, consumed them both, throwing them into an explosive series of waves, roaring through their bodies, taking Ilya with her, her feminine sheath like hot silk gripping hard, forcing him to submit and surrender.
    She cried out his name, dropped her head onto his shoulder as she collapsed, kissing his neck, her arms holding him tight.
    'If you didn't understand what I just told you, I am in love with you,' Ilya said. He didn't mean just what he'd told her when he was speaking Russian, he meant what he'd said with every beat of his heart, every stroke of his body. He remembered her fears of his wanting only sex from her, and he wanted to lay them to rest forever.
    'I understood perfectly'
    He felt her lips curve against his neck and knew she was smiling. He laid her back, careful of her smaller body as he blanketed her, holding her close to him, unable to break away yet. He wanted to feel the beat of her heart, hear her soft breath, feel the silk of her hair and the satin of her skin against his. She was soft, all woman; she was - everything.
    'Listen to that, Ilya,' she said softly.
    'What am I listening to?' He was listening to her song, almost purring like a contented kitten. He would never hear that song enough.
    'The sea. Earlier, before you were here, the waves were wild and crazy. I could hear the roaring and crashing against the rocks.' She pressed a hand to her stomach. 'Inside I felt the same way, moody and stormy and all on edge. And then you came home. The sea is at peace.' And so was she. Deep inside, everything had become calm and still and at peace.
    He looked at her instead of the inky water. Her heart leapt. His eyes, his beautiful eyes, often so like the turbulent sea in the midst of a wild coastal storm, were as serene as the clear skies after a storm passes. She could see his colors; the dark shadow was still there - and it probably would always be second nature to Ilya to hide who he was - but she could see the colors swirling beneath the darkness, light and happy and tranquil. His music was soft and sensuous, a blend of notes that made her heart melt and her world right.
    'You make everything in me still and relaxed, Joley. You make my body and heart sing. I swear, when I saw you coming toward me, the rest of the world fell away and I knew I was home. It didn't matter where, just as long as I was with you.'
    Joley smiled and kissed him again, a long, lingering kiss that stole his breath. 'Look at the sea, Ilya. The ocean is so enormous and beautiful. Especially at night, it just sweeps everything bad in your life under those pounding waves and takes it out to somewhere in the middle of all that vast space, leaving life good.'
    His smile was slow and heart-stopping. She got another kiss, and then he braced himself above her to look out the window at the continually moving water. 'It is beautiful, Joley,' he agreed. T had hoped we could buy the property next to Jonas. There's twenty acres for sale, a huge home with enough bedrooms for our sons, but we're not on the ocean.
    You have to look over the tops of the trees to see it in the distance.'
    There was a small silence. 'You were looking at property? When? How?'
    'Jonas sent me a link on the Internet. I had to do something while I was traveling, so I went through my e-mail. It sounded perfect, but now that I can hear the sea, maybe we should be closer.' He lowered his body over hers again, bending his head to kiss her. It was difficult resisting her, the shape and texture of her curves when she melted the way she did each time he sank into her.
    'I hadn't thought that far ahead,' she admitted, running her hands up and down his arms. It was necessary to touch him, to feel every inch of his skin. 'But I'd love to live close to Hannah.'
    'Our children can play together.' He rolled over to lie beside her, one hand massaging her stomach.
    'There you go with the children again. Get over it already. We're not having children for a long, long time.' But she was already a little enticed by the prospect of letting him see a real childhood by watching their son grow up in a loving home.
    'Really?' He bent his head and kissed her stomach, his dark hair falling across her skin and tickling her. 'I don't know that I'd call eight months a long time, but I guess by the end of it, most women think it's a very long time.'
    Joley couldn't help but immerse her fingers into that wealth of silky