Warriors of Poseidon 01 - Atlantis Rising

her mouth and complete his possession. The taste of her sent all sane thoughts out of his head.
    He felt the energy bursting from him, seeking the elements.
     
    He didn't even try to stop it. The sea boiled up over the edge of the sand and underneath them, and the wind whipped itself into a frenzy around them.
     
    Cyclone force.
     
    Her body trembled and she arched into him, the softness of her curves enticing, but it was the touch of her mind that drove him toward madness. His body hardened beyond any need he'd ever known, aggressive, dominating, until his clothing was surely going to burst from the pressure.
     
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    He drove his tongue in and out of her mouth, thrusting and retreating in a cadence older than time. Wanting to climb inside of the warmth of her mouth and the haven of her body all at once.
     
    Sanity tried to rise in his mind and push past his fierce need. Riley. Her name is Riley.
    She's human.
     
    This is wrong.
     
    She touched his face.
     
    Sanity never had a fucking chance.
     
    Even as he pulled her against the hardness of his body, Riley knew she must be dreaming. Nothing, nothing, had ever felt like this. Power surged through her, heat melding her to him.
     
    She wanted to climb on him, climb inside of him, feel his body rubbing against her, pounding inside of her. The intensity of it shocked her even as she moaned for more, more, more, all reason lost in the tempest of wanting.
     
    Needing.
     
    She clutched at his rock-hard biceps, trying to hold herself upright. Maybe trying to pull him closer. She mindlessly moved her hands, put them on his chest, down to his hard, flat, stomach, up to his neck. Drove her fingers into his hair. Closer, closer. She heard a moaning sound, and it was her, her. She was whimpering. If his tongue hadn't been in her mouth, she'd be begging him to pull her even closer.
     
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    She stopped breathing, focused on his emotions, pulled the colors of them inside her.
    The blues and greens and the sparkling crystalline passion swirling around, and she was lost in it, lost in him.
     
    Lost.
     
    The idea of losing herself snapped her to a brief rationality. She fought to push back from him, reaching for sanity, battling with ravenous desire.
     
    Sanity surrendered.
     
    She made a tiny moaning sound inside of his mouth, and Conlan was lost, too, wanting, craving, needing. Only her. Only her. Now.
     
    He tried to concentrate on her thoughts to keep from tearing at her clothes like an animal. He sent his mind inside of hers—inside of her soul—and was captivated by her innate goodness, selflessness, and light.
     
    The epiphany of her purity slammed into him with a force beyond reason. He was paralyzed.
     
    He was destroyed.
     
    She wanted him, too.
     
    Consumed by the twin revelations of her spirit and desire, flaming heat flashed to volcanic intensity inside of him. The passion and elemental energy in the air snapped and crackled around their bodies, incinerating him from the inside out.
     
    His body went up in flames, and he wanted more.
     
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    His need turned voracious. Just one touch. A single taste.
     
    A taste that went on forever.
     
    His hands caressed her spine, pulled her hips closer to his heat—his need. His mind and body screamed for this one moment when passion, not obligation or duty, was allowed to rule his actions.
     
    Her scent, the silk of her hair, the warmth of her skin next to the sea-spray chill of his own all combined to blast duty out of his mind.
     
    He wanted, no, needed to carry her down to the sand and take her body, over and over, pounding into her warmth with the relentless fury of the surf. His heightened senses scented her desire, rising to match his own, even as she clutched at his shoulders. His hands shaped her curves, touched her softness, molded her body to his own so tightly that she must surrender to his claim.
     
    Something primitive—feral—raised its head inside of him and demanded that he do just that.
     
    Stake his claim.
     
    Leave his mark on her.
     
    His mark. The flames. Suddenly, he realized the mark of Poseidon on his chest was burning into his flesh almost as it had the day he'd sworn his oath. A reminder? He tried to think, to study the sensation, but his body was drowning in raw need.
     
    Lost in the miracle of her mind