Heart Of Atlantis

ever consider that, my bossy Atlantean?”
    His body tensed, and he pulled her even closer. “You have an hour to stop touching me like that,” he said, grinning that deliciously wicked grin.
    “I never knew it could be like this,” she blurted out, honesty making her clumsy. “I never knew.”
    “Nor did I,” he said, and then he kissed her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel anything but the whirlwind of passion between them.
    “But if I had known, I would have come after you a lot sooner,” he said firmly.
    Her laughter faded as he rolled over and settled his body over her.
    “I find that I need to be inside you now. Do you agree?”
    She wrapped her legs around him and guided him to her, sighing as he slowly entered her, inch by glorious inch. “I agree.”
    He thrust ever so slowly in and out of her, over and over, until she thought she’d go mad with frustrated desire.
    “More,” she urged, digging her fingers into his lovely, firm butt.
    He grinned down at her, but the strain of maintaining control was showing on his face. “More what? I’m a simple warrior. You’ll have to tell me what you want. Explicitly.”
    She felt her cheeks flame hot, but she was a rebel leader. A fighter. A strong woman. She could surely be a little brazen. She whispered in his ear exactly what she wanted him to do, and she made sure to use the words “hard” and “strong” and “deep.”
    Alaric lost all restraint, and he almost lost his mind. To hear such delightfully raunchy talk from his beautiful mate was an unexpected gift. He drove into her, harder and harder, claiming her in the most basic and primal way possible.
    “I love you. You are mine, and you will never, ever leave me,” he told her, desperate to make sure she understood.
    “I love you, too, and you will never leave me, either,” she replied, gasping, her beautiful face rosy with passion, and then she cried out as she crested, her body pulsing and clenching around his cock.
    He couldn’t resist the force of her climax; it took him over the edge to his own, and he raised his head and roared out her name while he came inside her.
    “Mine. Forever,” he whispered, as he kissed her cheeks and nose and forehead and lips, over and over and over. His mind was frantic to make sure she understood, even as his body was sated and replete.
    “Forever won’t be long enough,” she murmured, nestling closer to him, and the final barrier inside his heart. that had been terrified of a future without her, finally fell to the realization that she loved him.
    She loved him. Forever. He held her close as she fell asleep, smiling as he noticed that, this time, they were both glowing.

    Quinn had never in her life spent three solid days doing nothing but engaging in utter hedonism. She felt drunk on pleasure. Anytime she wanted him, he was ready, and he always wanted her, so they spent most of their time making love and talking.
    Making love and laughing together.
    Making love and making plans.
    She actually wanted to travel to every corner of the world just because she wanted to see the sights, not because she had to hunt and kill something there.
    “London at Christmas,” she said, writing it down on a tablet that was resting on Alaric’s naked back. “Also, does even your back have to be buff? It seems a bit like showing off.”
    He laughed. “I don’t know how to do swordplay exercises without using my back, but I can try.”
    She licked a path down his spine, distracted from the conversation and her list by his muscular perfection, and they forgot about the paper and pen for a few hours.
    Another time, his housekeeper brought them dinner, and there was chocolate ice cream, and he decided to paint her body with it and discover if the contrast between the icy chocolate and his hot mouth could entice her into any further heights of pleasure.
    Turns out that it could.
    It took her nearly half an hour to learn how to breathe again after the ice cream.
    They dressed up in formal robes he had in his closet and danced to the music wafting in from the window when the Atlantean symphony played. But dancing involved touching, and they were too new to touching to be able to dance and not explore. The robes fell away, and soon his mouth was on her breast and her hands were on his butt, and then they were dancing in a whole different style on the silk coverlets on the bed.
    He told her things he’d never shared with anyone, not even