Chapter 44
Forty-Four
“No change, huh?” The stoic rise of Kosmina’s chin gutted him.
“I . . .” Adham worked to marshal his thoughts. His ejaculation—the hardest a sorcerer had ever come—had left him feeling like a brainless revenant. “Your eyes didn’t clear.” Though her lips and cheeks were blooming with color, her eyes were somehow . . . redder.
“It was a long shot. Maybe in time.”
He gazed down at her arm. He’d imagined those marks regenerating before their eyes once she’d fed from his flesh. If she could be stoic, he could try. He leaned down and kissed her wound. “This brought you to me; I won’t let it steal you from me. I will take on hell to get you to safety.”
“That’s the most arousing thing you’ve ever said to me.” Her ruby nipples jutted in the night air, her hips rocking. And she still looked hungry. Sand help me. As if she’d devour him in one gulp.
His lust reignited like a lit wick, his cock bobbing.
Her lips curved. “I have your blood and seed and magic inside me, but I need more, sorcerer. Show me the divine.”
“No pressure, though?” A quake rumbled to mark his words, yet there was no turning back now. He clamped one of her thighs and positioned it at his hip, spreading her for the taking.
“We’re already halfway there.” She grasped his shaft, tucking the head against her soaked core.
“Woman!” Everything he could do not to shove home! He had to remind himself that she’d never done this before—even when her vampire’s gaze was eating him alive. Gnashing his teeth, he tilted his hips to nudge the crown inside her tightness. He’d just come; he struggled not to again. Every detail about Kosmina—from her hungry eyes to her gripping pussy—conspired to undermine his control, just like her bite had. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about the initial puncture . . . the first suck . . .
Stop.
Thoughts of her bite were overrun when he delved deeper. “You’ll show me the rest of the mystery. I want it. I want your innocence. Want it all.”
She nodded slowly, a promise in her expression.
When he withdrew with a shudder and inched inside her again, her eyes widened. “I can feel your erection throbbing inside me!”
Because it was about to explode. As he seated himself as deeply as he could, his brave princess grimaced.
“Don’t hurt.” He leaned down to press kisses across her forehead, her nose, her thinned lips. “I’m sorry.” Her pain tempered his drives, quieting the voice inside him screaming, Fuck her hard, fuck her hard! He held himself still so she could adjust.
“It’ll be fleeting,” she assured him. “Already it feels better. Probably because of all the blood you gave me.” She shifted atop him, getting accustomed. “I think I can take more.”
“I’ll go slow.” He worked his hips, unhurriedly withdrawing and easing back inside her. “We have time.” He amended the lie: “We’ll make time.”
“Better!” She moaned, flashing fangs. “The throbbing is back in force!”
Oh, that it is! Yet he never quickened his pace, just gave her measured thrusts.
She started to meet them, greedy for more. “This is fantastic ,” she cried with the thrill of discovery. “How will we ever stop ourselves?”
His lips curled, another new experience. Her pleasure rendered him light-headed, their connection surpassing any high by magnitudes. Surely he soared.
Sorcery sparked in the night air as the mystery revealed itself. I’ve been searching for this my entire life. Have been waiting for her. “I’ve found you across worlds and time. I’m never letting you go, princess.” He palmed the globes of her ass, pulling her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, settling atop his cock. “Hold nothing back! You’ve made me even stronger.” Clamping his shoulders, she leaned back with straightened arms, giving him free rein to plunge as he needed.
Lashed by her cries, he pounded between her thighs, his sweat-dampened skin slapping hers. Quakes rumbled as sorcery swirled. Shock waves were tame compared to each flex of his hips.
Pressure grew inside him, overwhelming his earlier euphoria, until he felt like the geyser that had shot him into the sky.
Out of his mind, he rasped words in the old tongue of Sorselan, praise for his female. As he stared at her, his eyes glowed so brightly they reflected in hers to infinity.
Sorcery whispered all around them, binding her union to Adham. She tasted his magic; she pulsed from his blood. Both sent her skyward.
When warm light from his eyes bathed her, she raised her face, basking in him as she might the sun. “You are magic, Adham. I can see it.” She tightened her legs around him, chasing relief.
“You spark it.” He reached between them to rub her clitoris. “I’d give it all to you,” he said, despite his tattooed vow.
When her head lolled, he gripped her nape, forcing her to meet his sunlight eyes as he thrust harder, harder . He widened his stance, his muscles sharp with relief as he obliterated her with sensations.
Despite his force, he was making love to her. Another epiphany struck her as her body tensed to climax. If two souls were in love, then any intensity—no matter how raw or wicked—was lovemaking.
The bond between them thrummed and glowed; even in this dying place divinity existed.
Right when she was at the precipice, he rasped, “I told you I saw everything in the sand. I think I even saw you there.” Holding her gaze, he bit out the words, “I’ve waited so long for you, Kosmina.”
She tried to answer him, but emotion engulfed her, blinding rapture about to consume her.
With each wild surge of his hips, he propelled her heavenward. “You are everything.” He plunged with all his might, his big body straining. “I don’t fucking exist without you.”
Quakes. World’s end. Control’s end. They surrendered to transcendence.
He came with a roar, pumping heat into her, his brilliant eyes filled with awe.
Just before ecstasy ripped an answering scream from her lungs, she whispered, “I knew you could take me here.”