Drake Sisters 06 - Turbulent Sea

was immovable and his arms had locked her tight against him. She lifted her face, and his lips were inches - inches - from hers. His breath was warm with the promise of temptation and sin. She wanted both.
    His mouth settled on hers, teeth tugging at her lower lip insistently, until, without much resistance, she opened for him. Lost in his intoxicating, sensual taste, all male and sex and urgent demand, Joley went pliant, melting against him, hands sliding around his neck to press even closer.
    His mouth didn't just promise sex and sin - it tasted of it, delivered it, sent fire streaking through her body like lightning, and somewhere music played, vibrating through her entire body, singing in her veins. She melted into him, skin to skin, sharing breath until her toes curled. She gripped the front of his shirt for support as her knees turned to rubber and every nerve ending in her body caught fire.
    Ilya didn't give her time to think or breathe. He simply took her body over, stealing her soul with scorching kisses, his hand sliding up to cover hers, to pry her fingers from his shirt, his thumb sliding in a caress over her palm.
    Her entire body clenched in need. Her womb pulsed and throbbed. Joley gasped and tore herself out of his arms.
    How could he do that? One touch of the pad of his thumb across her palm and her body was scorched and trembling, so in need she could barely think.
    Joley blinked back the tears glittering in her eyes. 'You have to go, Ilya. I'm going to call Steve and tell him to let you off someplace you can call for a car.' Even her voice trembled.
    He shook his head and caught her chin, tilting her face up so she was forced to look at him. His hands were incredibly gentle, but his fingers were firm, keeping her from pulling away. 'Not tonight. I'm staying with you. Just relax, lyubimaya moya, I'm not going to hurt you.'
    She took a breath and laid her palm against his chest, over his heart. 'Yes, you will, Ilya, and I don't think I'll recover. So, no, you can't stay with me tonight or any other night.'
    'Why would you think I would hurt you?'
    She blinked up at him - seeing him - seeing his aura - seeing inside of him. Each person, through individual experiences, created his or her own symphony, and she 'saw' it when she looked at them. It was the reason she could pour compulsion toward a specific person into her song. She could pull out a short thread of his melody and match the exact pulsations. She could 'feel' the vibrations of each musical note running in his brain, registering as various instruments and creating pieces both complex and simple, pieces filled with joy or sorrow, compassion or driving ambition - everything passionate, and especially the passions of good or evil.
    She didn't see Ilya as evil - he didn't have that sick taint to his color - but neither was there light. There was power, far too much of it. Power corrupted, and he overflowed with control and authority. Strength and violence swirled around him, almost interchangeably. Where most people were a blend of light and dark and shades of all colors, Ilya was all shadow, and most of that was impenetrable and murky, so dark she couldn't see through the unrelenting blackness.
    'Joley, answer me. Why would you think I would hurt you?'
    His melody was wild and turbulent with the guitar riffs, fiery and passionate with the keyboard, so controlled with the percussion instruments, yet splashed with the violence of cymbals. There was smooth harmony accompanied by blasts of wind, streaks of lightning as guitars warred, and interludes of the tripping notes of a saxophone. He was fierce and controlled, dominant and mysterious, even in his music, the very essence of his being. She couldn't hope to understand his melody without examining each note, and she didn't dare get that close, not when her heart - her very soul - was at risk.
    Joley let her breath out. 'You know why. You have gifts.'
    'It's because of those gifts that I know we belong together.'
    She pulled away from him, not wanting him touching her. She couldn't read him, but it was possible he was reading her, and that wasn't safe. She was too mixed up in her feelings for him.
    'Kiss me again. We don't do so well when we talk, but when we kiss, we're a perfect match.'
    She wasn't so certain of that. She'd like to think she matched him, but it was more like he took her over and she just melted into him until they shared the same skin. She shook her head. 'I think it's pretty