Elemental Assassin 05 - Spider's Revenge

my hair, and pulled me down on top of him. His tongue met mine, dodging and darting just as fast and hard as mine did, even as we sucked the air out of each other’s mouths. Owen raked his teeth across my earlobe before his lips dipped lower, nipping at my neck.
    “Mmm,” I murmured, feeling my desperation melt into a far more pleasurable form of agony. “You know how much I—I love it when you kiss me there.”
    “And you know how much I love
you
,” he rasped against my neck.
    I responded by ripping open the flannel shirt he’d changed into after taking his own shower. The buttons flew everywhere, landing on the wooden floor, but I didn’t care. I was already leaning forward, tracing my tongue down his broad, muscled chest. Owen kneaded my back, urging me on, letting me take the lead. But I was feeling too much, too hard, too fast, and my hands shook as Itried to work the button on his jeans, my fingers slipping off the smooth metal.
    “Here, let me,” he murmured.
    Owen popped open the button, then drew down the zipper. He lifted his hips, and I peeled the jeans off him. He wore nothing underneath, and I stopped a moment to admire his muscled body, and his erection that was already waiting for me. I started to lean down and put my mouth on him, but Owen grabbed my arms.
    “Not yet,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you first.”
    I didn’t have time to protest before Owen rolled me over onto my back. He took a little more care with my borrowed clothes than I had with his, but they disappeared soon enough. Owen’s lips scorched a path down my neck before his mouth closed on my right nipple. Over and over, he ran his tongue over the peak before gently scraping his teeth across the tip. He repeated the process on my other nipple until I wanted to scream with pleasure and frustration. I arched up off the bed, already wanting to feel him moving inside me.
    Owen had other ideas. His tongue moved from my breasts and dipped into my bellybutton before sliding lower. I opened my legs, and he put his mouth on me, flicking his tongue against me with exquisite precision, ratcheting up my desperate need that much more.
    Where he had been gentle, patient even, before, now he became as hard and wild as I had been, his tongue driving deeper and deeper into me, making me thrash and moan beneath him.
    “Owen,” I rasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Owen.”
    Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Owen got up on his knees and pulled me up to him. Our arms locked around each other, and our bodies melded together.
    Now we were both out of control—our passion for each other, our desire, our need, burning, burning, burning. Our hands were everywhere, kneading, caressing, stroking, and our tongues dueled back and forth as we moaned into each other’s mouths.
    Finally, I got the upper hand. I pushed Owen down onto his back, straddling him. I took his hard cock in my hand, thumbing the wet tip before lightly raking my nails down the whole length of him. He shuddered with pleasure under me, his muscles straining.
    I reached over, opened the nightstand drawer, and drew out a condom from the box there. Of course, I took my pills, but we also used extra protection for a variety of reasons.
    Owen arched an eyebrow. “You’re always prepared for everything, aren’t you?”
    I smiled down at him. “The cabin is nothing if not well stocked.”
    Using my hand and then my mouth, I teased his cock a little more, until his hands were fisting the sheets just as mine had been a few minutes ago, before I unrolled the condom over his straining shaft.
    “Gin,” Owen murmured. “My Gin.”
    “Oh, yes,” I said. “You’re mine. And I want you—now.”
    I went up on my knees, then sank down, taking him deep inside me. Owen pulled me down on top of him,and we rocked back and forth, thrusting against each other as hard and fast as we could. Until everything that we’d both been feeling tonight—all the fear and agony and passion and love—exploded inside us like a shower of stars falling from the sky.

The next day dawned all too quickly, bringing with it another round of snow—and most likely my messy death at the hands of Mab Monroe.
    Last night had taken its toll on us all, physically and emotionally, which was why everyone was still asleep when I slipped out of Owen’s warm arms around ten the next morning.
    Everyone except Jo-Jo, that is. The dwarf sat at the kitchen table, wrapped in