Though she was held fast against the seat, she could move her right hand. She slid it down his abdomen. He was ripped, this vampire warrior of hers. As he drank from her and pushed into her, she began a slow progress over muscles that flexed and released with each push of his hips. Lower and lower and she felt her soft curls and his thick oh-so-male pubic hair. She touched and savored, lower and lower until she felt his powerful stalk that plunged into her.
She raked a nail over his cock. He grunted low in his chest as he sucked down her blood.
Gideon had done this before, but never with the knowledge that she was fully aware of what was happening. His body was on fire and her blood tasted of strawberries and wine and woman. His hips pistoned. Strength flowed through him, power that came from taking her willing blood.
He released her neck and planted his hands on either side of her head. He moved into her with force so that her body slid over the leather. He looked down at her, at her head moving from side to side. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted. She panted, whimpered, and cried out.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
He eyes popped wide. She met his gaze. He held on tight. He moved over her in heavy waves, pushing her body around. She slung her legs around his hips. He felt it coming, from her, from him, that moment.
With every push a grunt left his body. She matched the sound with a cry. Her body moved with him, then against him. The whole time he looked into her eyes.
Slowly, as though time held onto the moment and dragged it out, she lifted a hand to his face. Her eyes were wide and unblinking. She put her hand on his cheek.
He realized she wanted to be in his mind while they did this. It would take sex to a whole new level, really mind-blowing ascended sex, only possible when ascenders had enough power to be in each other’s minds.
Elise definitely had enough power and he was going to let her do it.
“Oh, God,” left his mouth, just as she pressed her mind against his. In a moment of unparalleled ecstasy, as he began to come, he let his shields fall and her sudden presence in his mind brought him and brought him and brought him, pleasure shooting from his balls, up his cock, out and into the well of her body, over and over.
“Gideon!” she screamed. Her mind rolling through his, teasing, stroking, feeling him up.
He felt her core tugging at him.
“Gideon!” she screamed again.
His back arched as he pumped. Holy shit, he was going to come again. “More” was all that he could push past his teeth.
She slung her arms around his neck and pulled him against her so that they moved as one, in great hard waves, pleasure spiking over and over until at last he was spent.
He heard her deep gasps as she tried to catch her breath. Her body slowed down. His hips eased back.
Oh. My. God.
She kissed his neck, small little wet punches. “Gideon,” she whispered. “Gideon. Oh, God, Gideon.” She drew in another gasping breath. “What was that?”
“Ascended sex, your mind inside mine. Damn, you’ve got power.”
He collapsed on top of her. His heart hammered away at the inside of his chest. He was covered in sweat.
She licked his neck. “You taste … so good.” He felt her chest rise and fall as she, too, worked to breathe.
The dizziness in Elise’s head still turned the booth around and upside down. But, oh, that ride! And what had prompted her to touch his face again, to climb inside his mind once more? As soon as she had, pleasure barreled through her, rushing like a flash flood, pushing everything out of the way except him and his toffee scent, and his thrusts and his hips and the sheer animal power of his body.
The climax had flowed up her body, into her chest, through her neck until she felt it as a geyser through her mind.
He was right. It had never been like that before. But then she had never been truthful with him. If honesty resulted in this kind of orgasm, she planned on being completely straightforward with him from this second on.
Several minutes, later, when she could breathe and when he wasn’t grunting with every other draw of air, the dizziness finally disappeared.
He eased off her and out of her. He unfolded a washcloth from somewhere and as he had always done, tucked it between her legs.
Her heart hurt looking at him, at the way his streaked, brownish-blond hair fell forward and hid part of his face. She would have thanked him for the attention but suddenly she was feeling way too much.
He didn’t meet her gaze as he dropped back on his bu**ocks, shifted and planted his feet on the floor. He leaned his head back against the velvet of the booth and sighed. He looked as though he had moved about a thousand miles away from her. Maybe he had.
His eyes opened and he looked up at the ceiling. “Please don’t think this changes anything.”
She put a hand to her chest and rubbed her sternum. Her heart had settled down but yes, it ached, very low as though she had rocks caught in the bottom, weighing it down.
Did she want something changed, to be different, with him? She stared up at the ceiling, at the various pipes and large ventilation tubes crossing each other.
A different kind of dizziness returned, the one that meant a vision was coming. This time she saw a beautiful woman with enormous black hair. She pulled at a long feather dangling from her right ear and read from a large book that she held in her hands.
Elise closed her eyes and shut the vision down. She’d learned the skill as a child, that she didn’t have to see every bit of the future that ran at her. But stopping the clairvoyant episode didn’t stop the sensations that now plucked at her heart
What came to her was the simple truth that despite the goods and the bads of ascension, she had opened a door to this new world the moment she sat in her Audi and called Gideon.
She belonged in this new world.
She took one backward look. With her internal eye, she saw herself locking up the optometry building, getting into her car, and calling Gideon.
Mentally, she simply slammed the door to the past shut. There was no going back. Not now, not ever.
She opened her eyes and sat up, shifting her legs over the side of the red leather seat.
Though she sat naked beside Gideon, she turned her head to look at him. He must have seen the movement because he shifted to look at her as well.
“There’s something else I need to tell you and I have a feeling you’re really not going to like it.”
He groaned, rolled his head back to thump against the velvet back of the booth, and muttered, “Well, f**k.”
Chapter Three
Elise waited until he turned to look at her once more, until he said, “Let me have it.”