Warriors of Poseidon 02 - Atlantis Awakening

Speaking of heat, the man was a furnace, and they were close enough that she could feel every movement when his muscles kept clenching.
     
    Mr. Warrior was trying pretty darn hard to keep a lid on his self-control. A very wicked part of her wondered how hard it would be to smash the lid and his control.
     
    Luckily, the cautious part of her was way stronger than the wicked part. "I can't let go.
    I'm afraid of what might happen," she whispered, trembling. "What if I accidentally channel the Wilding again? Atlantis seems to have some sort of magnifying effect on my magic. What if I let go and the shock waves set off an earthquake or something?"
     
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    "Shh," he soothed her, stroking her back and her arm, touching her hair. At least he tried to soothe her. Something about lying half-dressed in the arms of a man built like her hottest sexual fantasies come to life was not what Erin would call soothing. He smelled like leather and spice and pure, potent male, and she wanted to rub herself all over him. Her nipples puckered to hard little buds at the thought of it.
     
    Ven's breath caught. Oh, dear Goddess, he couldn't have felt that, could he? Heat washed through her at the thought, but then he rubbed the back of her neck and she shivered, giving in, her breasts pressed up against his chest, and the friction of the contact nearly made her moan.
     
    She felt the liquid heat gathering in her core, felt her body opening and readying itself, felt the urgent need to have him hot and hard and deep inside her. Tried to push the wanting away. Tried to be calm. Realized Ven's mouth was moving and words were coming out, but all she could hear was the wild, keening sound of her emeralds fighting to break free of the lock she'd clamped down on them.
     
    "… and Alaric warded this room," he continued. "He was… concerned that you might experience some repercussions from the healing while you rested and, well, let's just say that Alaric is Alaric."
     
    She forced a laugh. "Right. Mr. Death Penalty guy. I bet he wouldn't have any trouble flipping the switch, or hauling out the guillotine, or whatever you do down here, either."
     
    Ven put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so that only a breath separated them. "It's really flattening out my ego that you're thinking of another man when you're in bed with me," he said, those dangerous lips of his curved into a sexy smile, but his eyes had gone flat and wary.
     
    "But—"
     
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    "Tell me later," he said, and then he caught her lips with his, and every attempt at rational thought flew out of her brain. It was a slow, patient kiss, as if he had all the time in the world to taste her lips. His tongue teased her until she opened to him, and he deepened the kiss, continuing his soft, gentle exploration of her mouth.
     
    She lifted her arms to wrap around his neck and a tiny moan of deep contentment escaped from her throat, a humming sort of sound that he caught in his mouth and, suddenly, the kiss wasn't gentle or soft at all. He shifted so she was partially underneath his long, hard body, and the heat and weight of him pressed her back into the pillows.
    She clung to him, kissed him back, inhaled his warm, spicy scent into her lungs and wanted more.
     
    He lifted his head, his breathing ragged, and stared into her eyes. "You asked me to hold you. You wanted to feel safe, and I'm taking advantage of that. Please forgive me, Erin. I don't know—"
     
    She stopped him by pulling his head back down to hers and murmured her reply. "I think I'm the one taking advantage of you. Kiss me again, Ven. We only have this small window of time before reality comes back. Kiss me again, and let's see how good Alaric is at warding rooms."
     
    His eyes flared with heat and surprise and he smiled—a fierce smile of triumph and almost feral possession that might have scared her if she weren't feeling the exact same way. Then he took her mouth again, and she was lost.
     
    She released her tight control over her magic, over her gemstones, over the passion pounding through her body. Every inch of her was sensitized from his touch. Her nipples tightened painfully inside the lace of her bra, and she felt the heat and desire tearing through her body to throb between her legs. She shaped his rock-hard biceps with her hands, running her hands up and down his arms and