Chapter 11 #3
He swallowed hard and rose onto his toes, his free hand gripping the counter for support.
I took that lovely, curved cock as deep as I could and then pulled back, skimming my teeth along his shaft as I pulled away.
He hardened under my continued efforts, grunting softly in a language I didn’t understand.
I looked up and watched his beautiful hair move in the candlelight as he rolled his head from side to side, his face strained in bliss when he looked down and saw that I was watching him.
I felt the thick muscles in his ass tighten under my fingers.
He was getting close, so I quickened my movements.
Then he stopped me, lifted me off my feet and carried me to the bed.
He didn’t put me in it but lowered me slowly until I stood before him.
He hesitated, leaning in for a kiss, stopping just before his lips touched mine.
“I love you.” A brush of his lips made me tremble.
“I don’t know how to say it so you can understand the way you overwhelm all my senses.
Or the way I am a twisted mess of need for you.
So that I’m sure you’ll know what’s in my heart.
That I would destroy the continent for you if I needed to. That I would destroy myself for you.”
His face looked pained, as those words could never convey his feelings. I felt cherished and superbly sexy in the presence of such true need. He’d already taken me to heights of pleasure and emotion I’d never experienced before, but these were raw, open feelings he was expressing.
I leaned forward. Pressing our bodies together again and pushing my hands roughly into his hair, I gave him a crushing, lip-bruising kiss.
Delving into his mouth, I tried to convey my understanding with my tongue.
With my lips. His hands gripped my hips.
I pulled back. “Show me, Tynan. What’s in your heart? ”
He looked into my eyes, his porcelain face flushed near human with passion. He spun me away from him and ungraciously carried me to the bed. He placed me on the floor, his eyes wild with power as he turned me away from him and bent me over. “As you wish.”
He brushed his fingers up the inside of my thigh with one hand, positioned my hips to the angle he wanted with the other. He groaned again, pleased that his fingers found me wet and ready for him.
“Stretch your hands over your head. Keep your chest down on the bed.” His gruff commands further ignited my passion. I could only squeak out an acceptance of his orders.
After I complied, he bent over me, covering me with his body and holding my shoulders. He thrust inside. Not as slowly as the last time, not so gentle. I yelped at the initial invasion. His body kept me in place as he thrust again, not lessening the vigor, lifting me off my feet.
The wave of pleasure teased with a little pain was intense.
His power was flowing over us, adding to my greedy need.
I tried to answer his thrust, pushing back when I could, but he was talking with his body, showing me his passion and love.
I could only hold on to the sheets and enjoy the feel of his smooth skin as his cock thrust inside me again and again.
His breathing grew heavy and in time with his thrusts.
Abruptly, he pulled away, taking me upright with him.
He spun me around and pushed me to the edge of the bed.
“I want to see the gold in your eyes.” He lifted my legs over his forearms and slammed back inside me without hesitation.
His thrusts were so demanding that they would have sent me across the bed had he not been holding my legs.
In this position, I could watch his face twist with pure, passionate desire.
His eyes were a lighter shade of blue than I’d ever seen them, still dark, but far more blue than black.
I teetered on the edge of orgasm, not able to do more than whimper and thrash on the sheets as he ground his hips into mine.
His thrusting slowed, becoming very deliberate, pulling almost all the way out and then delving back in with a tender force.
Then he twisted his hips to give me a deliriously intense pressure.
He watched my reaction to each movement.
“You are the sun to my night, my love.” I could feel his emotions as though they were my own.
The depth of those feelings, mixed with the feel of his cock inside me, pushed me over the edge.
Thunder crashed. I felt my pussy start to tighten around him.
His voice mingled with the slow, methodical rhythm of his fucking was so good.
I tried to speak, to tell him I was coming again, but there was no breath left to form a sound.
I could only lean up, clutch at his biceps, and dig my nails into his skin as the thunder rolled.
Two, maybe three more thrusts were all it took for Tynan to groan and spill into me.
No broken windows this time, just the triumphant thunder.
He held still for a long, quiet moment and then gathered us both, breathing hard and sweat-covered, into the middle of the bed without separating our bodies.
When I could breathe a little easier, I looked around at the open windows.
“I do wish our orgasms weren’t announced to the whole island every time. ”
“Doesn’t bother me,” he said.
I huffed. Men are men, even when they are the undead.
The island heard the crash of thunder two more times that night.