Her body relaxed beneath him, going soft and pliant. She was still hovering inside his mind, but her presence was faint and content. Her legs were splayed wide, her sex glistening in the moonlight.
If he’d been a better man, he would have moved away and let her rest. But he wasn’t better. He needed her too much. Sweat beaded up on his skin and his muscles were knotted with pain. He had to have her. Now, before she had the chance to deny him.
He kissed his way back up her body, praying she’d understand his need.
“I’m sorry,” he grated out as he aligned his body to fit hers.
She opened her eyes. Paul expected to see shock or maybe even revulsion, but instead, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him toward her. His hips moved of their own accord, easing his erection inside her. She was snug, but relaxed, and so wet he slid in without hurting her. Thank God.
His arms shook with restraint as he braced his weight over her body. He was dying to shove deeper and rut inside her, but he held back. “You okay?” he found the strength to ask.
She purred and arched her back so he slid deeper. Paul sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth to stave off his orgasm for just a little longer. As much as he needed to come, he needed to be sure this would not be a one-time thing. It had to be good for her. He had only a few days to prove to her that she couldn’t live without him, and jerking off inside her in thirty seconds flat was not the way to do that.
He stilled his body and concentrated on her face, the smooth curve of her cheek, the soft swell of her mouth, the way her eyelids fluttered when his cock twitched inside her.
“You’re not moving,” she whispered, and tightened her muscles around him.
Paul gasped for air. “I’m trying to hold on to a little control here. You’re not helping.”
“I don’t want your control. I want you.”
“I’d be too rough right now.”
She gave him a sexy, knowing smile. “Rough is nice once in a while.” She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and slid her tongue across it before letting it go. “Besides, I’m tough. I can take it.”
Not only could she take it; she wanted to. He could see the desire shining in her eyes, feel it flickering through their connection.
Paul’s control broke open. He slid from her body and surged back into her again, forcing her to take all of him. Andra’s eyes widened and her pupils dilated as he held himself deep inside her and ground his hips against her.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, and clutched at his ass. “Again.”
He complied, but not because she asked. He had no choice. His instincts were raging now, his body moving hard and fast in response. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought he should be doing something else. Kissing her, petting her? He was no longer sure. Nothing mattered but the tight grip of her sex around his cock and the slippery heat forming between them. She was tight and slick, and her body cushioned his thrusts, accepting whatever he gave her.
The base of his spine tightened and sparks formed in his vision. He was close and he wanted her right there with him, plunging over the edge.
Paul forced his way into her mind and let her feel what he was feeling. He channeled his power into her body, stretching the boundaries of their link as hard as he could, forcing her to take more than she ever had before. Andra cried out against the pressure, but he didn’t relent. This was what she wanted—what she needed to help Nika—and he was going to give it to her.
Her body bowed up off the ground, lifting his hips with her. It buried him deep inside her, and Paul was lost, reveling in the feelings of his body and mind as they filled her up. His orgasm grabbed him by the throat and choked the air from his body. He shoved her back to the ground and seated himself to the hilt while his seed shot into her.
Pulses of power filled her in time with those of his body until he could feel her straining against the sensation. It was too much for her, and she followed him, crying out as her climax rocked her hips against his. Her stomach tightened rhythmically and a shimmering light flowed up her arms and out of her fingertips, sinking into the earth.
Slowly, the light faded and silence descended over them. Even the crickets were still. A soft breeze cooled his skin while he struggled to slow his uneven breathing.
He’d had centuries of sex and it had never been like that. Either it had something to do with the connection they shared, or he’d been doing something really wrong for a really long time.
“I think you killed me,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and raspy.
“Maybe, but what a way to go.” Paul eased himself from her body, but didn’t go far. The raw, savage need he’d felt was gone now, but when he looked at her spent, damp body lying there and saw the proof of their union shining on his cock and her thighs, he knew it wouldn’t be gone long. She was his now and he wasn’t going to let her forget it.
“You’re just a bit possessive, huh?” she asked him without opening her eyes.
She’d felt his thoughts. Paul reveled in the knowledge that they were close enough that she could. “Absolutely. I suggest you get used to it.”
A small smile lifted one side of her mouth. “A girl could get used to that kind of sex really fast.”
And just like that, Paul was hard and ready to go again. “It won’t ever be like that with anyone else,” he told her. He sounded harsh, almost angry, but had to let her know he wasn’t replaceable.
She cracked one eye open. “Down, boy. I’m not running off. You can relax.”
No, he couldn’t, but if he didn’t back off, he was going to scare her away or piss her off so badly she’d never let him have her like that again. And that couldn’t happen. He had to get a grip. Fast.