Authors: Lynda Aicher
Isolated.
Alone.
Louk pulled his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes. “How are you doing?” The concern was there in his voice and expression. He stroked a tender hand through her hair, letting the long strands flow through his fingers and send calming prickles over her scalp.
“Fine. Good,” she clarified as she rubbed her own hands over the broad muscles of his back. “It’s been quite a day. Unbelievable if it had happened to someone else.”
He gave a small puff of a laugh. “That’s the truth.” His gaze searched hers, and his brows drew together. “Are you sure about this… Us? It’s one thing to have the powers tell us to be together and something completely different to
want
to be together.”
It touched her heart that he was concerned for her feelings. In what
she
wanted. Airiana smiled and brought her fingers up to brush across his lips. “I’m sure. I’ve been sure since I woke up in your arms and felt your energy surrounding me in acceptance. In desire. In trust. You trusted me, Louk, when no one else did. You saw me.” She paused to brush a soft kiss over his lips. “How could I not want this?”
He released a gush of held air and slammed a quick, hard kiss on her lips. “Thank the energy for that.” He pulled back. “But quite honestly, Airi, short of death, I don’t think there’s much that would keep me from seeing that delectable ass in all its naked glory.” He rubbed a hand over the much discussed body part, and her desire rose.
His face sobered then, and he looked at her with pure honesty in his eyes. “Twice today you froze my heart. Twice today I thought I’d lost you. Once when you jumped off the cliff, and again when Cronus held me immobile and I could do nothing as you were torn away from me. I have you now.” He yanked her close. “And I will never lose you again.”
He spoke the last words with such conviction and passion that any doubt Airiana might have still harbored vanished. His words, the tenderness of his touch, the truth in his eyes all combined to overwhelm her with need.
For him.
Mine.
There were no questions left. No doubt. “We’re in this together, wherever it takes us.”
“And I have a feeling it’s going to be one hell of a ride,” he said as he twitched his eyebrows in a joking, lascivious double innuendo.
She laughed. “Is that all that you think about?” She loved that he made her laugh. Laughter hadn’t been a part of her previous life, and the feeling was wonderful.
“With you, it’s impossible to think of anything else.” His hand cupped her bottom and pulled her closer. “I think it’s about time we do as the Ancients have so blatantly told us to do.”
“For once, I think I’m going to love doing as I’ve been told.” She ran her hands through his thick hair and pulled his head down until his lips met hers. She sighed within complete contentment as his tongue caressed her lips and thrust into her welcoming mouth. They moved together in unhurried passion toward a destination that had been predefined.
This time, she didn’t fight it.
Didn’t question it.
She simply trusted and let the energy flow. Let the feelings wash over her and build.
He pulled back, took her hand and tugged. “Come,” he simply said as he pulled her along toward the master bedroom.
The room was decorated in calm earth tones and dominated by the large bed situated against the far wall. A bed full of soft pillows and banked by a dark, wood headboard and accompanying footboard. A bed that looked soft, inviting and waiting for them.
She watched as Louk pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing the muscular chest she’d been longing to see most of the day. His muscles flexed and bunched as he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots and socks. His upper body was a sculptor’s dream, a perfect picture of tight, bronze power stretched around long limbs and graceful movements.
Her heart thumped against her breast and her nipples tightened into hard little nubs at the sight. He was a gorgeous, inviting blend of strength and muscle. His task finished, he lifted his head then crooked his finger at her.
She moved to him without hesitation. Her breath hitched and held when he gently lifted her leg and removed her boot and sock. His long fingers stroked over her arch and snaked under her jeans to rub her calf before he set that leg down and repeated the process with the other.
Finished, he stood and looked at her, a sense of awe and reverence on his face. His hands slid under the hem of her shirt, his hot palms gliding over her ribcage, around the sides of her breasts until the shirt gathered on his hands and she lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head.
It was delectably naughty to be standing before him in her bra and jeans. Not super risqué, but the passion in his eyes made her feel sexy. Made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
“Beautiful,” he whispered even as his hands moved to cup her breasts. A low moan drifted up her throat when his large hand covered the mounds, squeezed them lightly, pressing the lace of the cups against the sensitive flesh. Her breasts were heavy with longing, and she wanted more.
Could barely wait for more.
His thumbs moved under the lace cups and rubbed erotically over the hardened tips. Her head fell back, she gasped and grabbed onto his biceps as the sharp flash of energy shot from her nipples straight to her core. He pushed the lacy material down until the straps draped on her arms and her nipples were completely on display. His muscles rippled as he dipped and took one of the exposed buds into his mouth.
Her hands clenched on his arms, and she held on as her world slipped away under the hot moisture of his mouth. He licked over first one then the other, sucking lightly then blowing, the sudden coolness sending shivers down her back, making her ache for more.
When his teeth closed around a sensitive bud, she couldn’t hold back the sigh of pure contentment. He bit down, the sharp sting spiked her desire and fired the tension building between her legs. The tender pleasure was nice, beautiful, but she wanted more.
Needed more.
She cried out when he moved to the other nipple, bit and tugged harder. The pain quickly disintegrated into a hot, pulsing pleasure. Airiana spread her fingers through Louk’s hair and marveled in the softness before she gave a quick, hard tug.
He gave one last suckle on her breast before he succumbed to her silent command and lifted his head. His eyes were the deep blue of pending night and filled with the same need that consumed her.
“Airi,” he said on a low rumble right before his mouth reclaimed hers again. Hot, demanding, taking. His tongue moved over hers and fired the burning flames even higher. The sensitive tips of her nipples rubbed against his chest and added to the inferno that was building in her sex. She rubbed against him, wanting closer, needing him as she had never needed before.
Outside the wind pummeled against the side of the house, a harsh, sudden onslaught that matched the building storm inside. A torrent filled with the promise of destruction and pure excitement.
Airiana moved her hands down his hot, slick body, over his taunt stomach to the waistband of his jeans. He sucked in his breath and pulled back when she tugged on the snap and slid her hands beneath the band. She eased the zipper down then closed her hand around his hard erection still hidden beneath his underwear. He was large, hot and jerked with need when she rubbed the length of it.
“Shit, Airi,” he said against her ear, his tongue tracing a path around the outer rim. “I need you so bad.”
His hands were at her back and quickly found the fastening of her bra. Removing the garment, his fingers pinched the nipples with punishing demand. Her own need was beyond words, her body driven only by want and the quest for fulfillment.
“Louk,” she gasped when his hands moved down to open her own jeans. She squeezed harder on his cock and he groaned in immediate response. The need to feel his silken member had her hand moving under the last barrier until she clenched the hot flesh in her fist. It pulsed against her hand and his chest rumbled beneath her other hand.
Suddenly, he stepped back, the distance pulled her hands from him and she whimpered at the absence. The lack of his warmth made her nipples bead in even tighter pebbles that forced a shiver through her limbs.
“If you’re not naked in thirty seconds, I’m going to rip those jeans off you,” he growled, the predator in him mere inches from the surface. His pants and briefs dropped to the ground in the next second and she froze, stunned by the gorgeous display of pure male. His muscles tightened and his cock jerked under her blatant appraisal. Her eyes slowly traveled upward from the dropped jeans, over the corded length of his legs to the impressive cock that jutted stiff and wanting from his body, then up over the sculpted muscles of his abs and chest until she reached his moist, open lips and lust filled eyes.
Undeniably, this man before her was all hers.
Her dragon rumbled low in its chest and stoked the fire that burned deep and low. Wings spread, it circled, dipped and waited. Waited for more. Waited for what was to come.
“Ten seconds, Airi,” Louk said, pulling her from the awestruck trance. “Ten seconds, and those jeans are toast.”
Smiling, teasing, she slowly lowered the zipper, then slid her thumbs under the waistband, hooking her underwear in them, and lowered the two pieces of material together. Her breasts swayed provocatively as she bent to remove the clothing. She took her time stepping out of the legs, taunting him with her body, before she straightened.
She shrieked in surprise when his big arms circled her waist, lifted her off the ground and tossed her onto the bed in one smooth, fluid movement.
He stood above her, his chest heaving, his hands held tightly at his sides. His eyes made a slow trip over her prone body as he returned the sultry inquisition she’d performed earlier. Her nipples ached again, and she resisted the urge to bend her legs and hide the part of her body that now burned for him.
She held his gaze as he slowly knelt on the mattress, the soft cushion tipping and rolling with his weight. He stalked her as he edged closer. “Rule of engagement…fuck, whatever number we’re on now—never taunt a hungry beast if you’re not positive you can take him.” His gaze dipped to scan up her body, the visual trail leaving a path of smoldering embers in its wake.
Her body arched in its own demand under his hot gaze. She let her eyes close and her head fall back then bit her lip to withhold a moan.
“There’s no question that I can take you,” she was finally able to croak out around the sudden dryness in her throat. She opened her eyes to look at him. “The question is if the beast can handle its prey.”
He chuckled low, the sound deep with barely contained need. “That isn’t even a question, sweet cheeks.”
He reached out with lightening quick speed and had her flipped to her stomach before she realized his intent. His hands grasped her bottom and squeezed. He groaned then slid his rough palms over the rounded flesh. “The name fits. Your ass is incredible.”
The moan left her throat, and she buried her face into the pillow even as her bottom pushed up into his touch. His hands were lighting a fire that threatened to rage out of control. He shifted one palm to touch her—soft, stroking, caressing—on the back of her thigh. She gasped as the sensation went straight to her core and made her legs part in a silent request for more. His hand answered her offer and slid up her inner thigh towards the burning ache that needed his touch.
“Please,” she begged, moving her legs farther apart. She inhaled, lost her breath and nearly shrieked in ecstasy when one finger ran the length of the aching pussy from tip to end.
“Fuck,” Louk breathed. “You’re so wet and hot.”
He grabbed her around the ribs and flipped her back over like a rag doll. His hand returned to her sex, and he stroked her again. The need spiked low in her gut, and she arched her hips begging for more. One finger stroked into her and she bucked in reflex, the simple move firing the tender nerve endings.
He bent over and dragged kisses along her neck, his breath harsh and ragged in her ear. “I want to lick you and suck you until you come, but I don’t think I can wait.” He pulled his thrusting finger out and ran the moist digit up to circle the throbbing nub that ached for his touch. “I need you too badly.”
His finger pressed on her need in unison with his wet mouth on her nipple. She cried out, the combination assault thrust her body into his and rocked her to the very edge of the cliff. The high, rocky precipice that taunted her to let go, to trust, to sail over the side into the waiting bliss beyond.
Airiana’s entire world was centered on Louk, what he was doing to her body, how he made her feel. Want. Need.
The love crested in her heart and pulsed over the energy with every stroke of his hand, suckle of his mouth, lick of his tongue. The energy fired and burned, meshed with his and stoked the need higher until she didn’t think she’d survive. And still it pushed, still it goaded and enticed, seeking the ending that it needed—that they needed. To bank the fire. To start the cycle.
To save the world.
Her body shivered, and twisted under his stoking. She was so receptive, so responsive to his every touch, his every kiss, that Louk worried he might lose it right there.
He pulled back from her tempting nipple and removed his hand from her hot sex with a reluctant groan. “Don’t come, yet, Airi.” He shifted his body between her legs, and she spread them wider in answer.
“Then hurry,” she whispered. Her hands gripped his shoulders, his skin slick from restraint as he positioned his aching cock at her entrance. Her eyes widened and deepened to almost-black pools of desire as he probed the tender skin of her opening.
The muscles along his back quivered with his restraint. She was so hot, so ready. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and fired his need. But he held back even as she shifted her hips to urge him to enter.
He wanted to savor that moment. That last second before they merged, before everything changed. He wanted that last moment to be about them. For whatever came next would certainly be about something much bigger than just them.