Warriors of Poseidon 03 - Atlantis Unleashed

me you‟re mine, and I‟ll fuck you until you scream my name.”
    The crudeness of his words thrilled through her even as she recognized what he was doing.
    Laying a claim. Asserting his possession. Forcing her to admit, finally, that she was his woman.
    But, ultimately, giving her the choice. She could refuse.
    Something in her heart twisted at the thought. No, she couldn‟t. Couldn‟t refuse. As she looked into his eyes, which now held wariness and perhaps the beginnings of pain as the moment stretched out between them, she knew what she had to do.
    Admit the truth, no matter the consequences.
    She raised her head to meet his gaze. “Yes. I‟m yours.”
    He shouted out his triumph and then kissed her again, thrusting into her body again with even more power than before. When he raised his head, she could barely breathe over the rising intensity that threatened to explode in every inch of her body.
    “And you‟re mine,” she managed to gasp out.
    “Always,” he said. “Always, mi amara .”
    Then he made good on his promise and drove into her over and over until she came, screaming his name.
    Justice shuddered at the strangely erotic feel of Keely‟s gloved hands digging into his shoulders as her entire body tightened around him. Her legs were clamped around his waist like a vise, and she exploded, screaming out his name, her body clasping his cock in a series of spasms so intense that he had no hope of outlasting her. He pushed into her as far as he could and his release took him like a tidal wave, shooting out of him with more power than he‟d ever experienced. She kept coming, shaking with her orgasms, and every tremor squeezed more and more out of his cock. He was sure his knees would give out from the sheer ecstasy of it, but he‟d be damned if he‟d go down without a fight. He braced his legs and pulled her even more closely to him.
    And then the world itself exploded around them, and he fell into a whirlwind of colors.
    Greens and golds swirled around him. Somehow he knew that he was seeing her aura—seeing her true self. He marveled at the rich, bright beauty of it, and then he fell into her soul.
    Everything that she was and everything that she‟d experienced flashed through him with a burning fury. He saw her painful childhood; felt the agony of a small child whose parents thought her a freak. Burned with impotent fury against parents who could hurt their own child in such a way.
    He saw her goodness and enormous capacity for generosity, felt her wounded in a thousand ways over the years as unfeeling friends and colleagues painted her different. An outsider.
    His heart ripped apart when he felt her anguish over the man who‟d left her, and silently he vowed to find the bastard and rip his limbs off of him. Slowly.
    Knew instantly that Keely would hate it if he did so. She was light and goodness and caring, the bright side of the moon, in contrast to the dark well of his own soul. He fell and fell, into the corners of her soul, and into love. She was his, and he would never, ever let her escape from him.
    Keely cried out as the spasms of aftershocks continued to rip through her body. She‟d never had an orgasm so powerful or one that had lasted so long and she was almost afraid of the intensity of it. It was too fierce, too strong; it opened her up too much. She knew better.
    Opening up only gave someone the opportunity to reject her.
    Justice‟s big body shook with the force of his release and she came again from the feel of it, clinging to him, holding him. Wanting him never to let her go. She felt wetness on her cheeks and realized she was crying, not from pain or sadness but from the power of the moment. She started to say something—anything—to try to find her way back from the earth-shattering intimacy, but then the ground opened up beneath her and she fell into the stars.
    It was as if a door in his soul opened up and ushered her into his very essence. Everything she‟d seen before in her visions of him—and much, much more—enveloped and enfolded her until she was bathing in the stream of his consciousness. She saw his fierce honor and pride, and his love for his family, even though it was a love he‟d never allowed himself to feel. But, more than anything else, she felt his emotion for her.
    It was love, and lust, and need, all wrapped up together and blazing in flaming blues and silver. A conflagration of emotion, all of it directed toward her. And, almost unnoticeable,