Page 63 of Torn Between Two Worlds

Picking her head up, she looked at him. “I won't make a pretense that it's hot and I'm sweaty. Because that's all your doing, anyway.” Climbing off the bed, she slowly sauntered past him and pulled the curtains closed before walking back. Unhooking her bra behind her back and letting it slide off her arms as she placed one hand on his hard chest.

He sat up and grinned at her as she spoke again.

“You see, I've been stuck in a world where demons seem to be in charge, in love with one of them who, unfortunately for me, wasn't awake to properly consummate our engagement.”

Walking forward still, her hand on his chest forced him to lean backward into the bed with her, his eyes hadn't left her breasts since she'd taken her bra off. She leaned in close, right above his lips and whispered, “I've been stuck with a demon who stole my heart and then left me. I have time to make up for.”

Stopping, she let her body press into his as their mouths touched, and she opened for his tongue as it claimed her in a scorching kiss. Her hands reached down and pulled the sheets down, exposing the joke red kiss boxers Jameson had put him in and tugged him out of them.

His tongue hunted her mouth as her hand found his erect cock and stroked him. He was all silk and heat under her hands, and her body clenched with desire. She had to force herself to breathe, to stop from rushing them. But she wanted him so badly, wanted the knowledge that he was okay, that the bad guys had bitten the dust, and they’d both lived to tell the tale.

She felt him tense, saw the rise of his body off the bed with each stroke she did. She had a feeling he could see the lazy look in her eyes as his fingers slipped the panties off of her and ran over her core. They slid smoothly across her wet center, and she bit her lip to stop from shifting her body and sheathing his fingers inside of her.

“I had no idea I left behind such a wanton mate,” his voice was a deep whisper against her ear, shallow with lust.

It heightened her desire and sent another flush of wetness between her legs. She couldn’t help herself, and her body did shift as his two longest fingers slid into her core. She groaned at the sensation.

Ciara’s hand continued to stroke his cock, but her grip loosened as stars filled her vision. She moaned, loud and lustful, as he scissored his fingers inside of her.

“Stryder…” her voice trailed off as she rolled her lower lip between her teeth to suppress the scream the orgasm would have caused. Her body went limp as the pleasure rolled over her in waves, his big fingers still slowly stroking her.

His mouth closed gently over her ear and kissed her before trailing a line down her neck. Her hips pumped against his fingers, stirring her body to life once more. Her hand let go of his cock, but it jutted up high against his stomach between them. She wasn't certain when he’d managed to lay her down in the bed, but she wasn’t going to move, she wasn’t sure if she could.

Instead, she wrapped her hands in his hair and tugged him down to her. Her mouth finding his in a maddening rush as his fingers pulled out of her body and his cock slipped inside.

“Oh god, Stryder!” Her cry was muffled from their kiss, but she felt him chuckle against her lips.

“No, sweetheart, I’m a demon.”

His mouth left hers and found her breast, sucking first the right and then the left. His cock thrust in and out, dragging along her clit with each stroke. Their bodies slapped together hard as she thrust up eagerly to meet him to reach her climax again.

“Ciara.”

Stryder’s voice sounded as desperate as she knew hers would. He slammed his hands onto her shoulder, tugged her down the bed and elevated her ass, so it was on his knees. She almost screamed from the pleasure as his cock sunk deeper into her.

She didn’t get a choice when his thrusts sped up, his body racing as frantically as hers to the finish. Their moans were loud in the silent room, a needy urging of their desire for one another. She ran her hands through his hair, tugging him closer to her, taking away the small gap of separation between them.

When his mouth closed over her throat, and his teeth gently bit into her neck, her body reached its peak, and she came, screaming his name over and over. He continued to slam in and out of her body, over and over, making her dizzy with pleasure until she heard her name tear from his mouth.

His body collapsed carefully over hers, his chest pressed against hers, and she could feel the pounding of his heart. His dick twitched inside her body, and her hands trailed down his back. She never wanted him to pull out, never wanted to lose the closeness they had right then.

Her heart raced as well, and the thought that he was as thoroughly sated as she sent a small wave of satisfaction through her again.

“Mmm, I think that counts as the start of ravishing,” her voice was tired sounding, and she gave him a half effort smile.

“Don't even go there, female. I was almost dead, and if you poke the bear, he may not be interested.”

They both laughed and stayed that way for quite some time. Finally, Ciara convinced Stryder they should get dressed in case someone wanted to see how he was feeling.

He reluctantly agreed, and she threw her clothes back on, laughing when all he did was hunker under the covers. She lay back down next to him in the bed just before Demarcus knocked and opened the door to introduce Stryder to his mate, Deidre.

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She blewout a deep breath and took a step forward. Her hand slipped free of Stryder's as she moved past him toward Dale and the man whose name still remained a mystery. She looked back at her Guardian, her mate, and his smile pushed her feet forward.

For over ten years, she'd been relying on a fantasy to protect her. Guide her. It was all coming to an end, and she couldn't regret her choice. There was nothing to regret. She had done what she felt was right for ten years. She had chosen the right Guardian each time, even if she’d only chosen two. For her, it was right, and she could only hope that her trust in Dale wasn't misled and that he wouldn't abuse what she was giving him.

He seemed different than the spiteful loner she had met a few months before. He was playful and thoughtful, not to mention a lot less sarcastic. In truth, she would miss him most of all. He was the first person she had ever met to fully understand her, and losing him was a certain downfall. But, he would do good with her powers. She didn't doubt that.

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