Page 64 of From the Darkness

They swayed together in the center of the room, touching and kissing and making small exclamations as hands and lips explored and gave pleasure.

She felt her blood singing, felt sweet pressure building inside her.

“Take me to bed,” she said, hearing the thick, shaky timbre of her voice.

“Oh yes,” he agreed, his fingers moving in a sensual pattern across her back as his mouth played with hers, demonstrating his expertise with a kiss that had her blood singing. As she clung to him for support, his lips traveled lower, teasing her neck, her collarbone, the tingling flesh where her neck met her shoulder.

When she swayed on her feet again, he eased them toward the bed, pulling aside the covers so they could slip between the sheets.

He looked slightly dazed, as if he couldn’t believe they were really here together—naked in his bed.

But it was true. Caught by a giddy sense of wonder, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You’re shaking.”

“So are you.”

Whatever else she might have said turned into a long sigh of pleasure as his hands came back to her breasts, lifting them, then drawing circles that grew smaller and smaller as they converged on her nipples.

He was teasing her, building her anticipation. She gave him a pleading cry before he finally captured the hardened centers between his thumbs and fingers, drawing another exclamation from her that was close to a sob.

He followed the caress with his lips, and she cupped his dark head, caressing his thick hair, murmuring his name as he pleasured her.

He rolled her to her back, and she smiled up at him, reaching to stroke the hair away from his forehead. It was just a bit too long, and she thought that perhaps later she could trim it for him.

But it was difficult to hang on to that thought when his fingers found the moist, throbbing center of her.

She wanted to close her eyes and cling to him. But a small edge of panic threatened to intrude.

Last time he had tricked her. This time she wasn’t going to let it end in the same way.

Sliding her hand down his body, she found the hard shaft of his erection again, closing her fingers around him, stroking a sensual pattern that she knew would bring her what she wanted.

“Troy, this time, I want you inside me when I come.”

“God yes.”

He moved over her, his legs opening hers, and she felt that wonderful hard shaft press against her, into her, his body staking its claim on hers.

She kept her eyes open, kept them on his face, watching the tight pleasure she saw there. The intensity of it took her breath away.

He smiled down at her, then lowered his head to kiss her softly, tenderly. Shifting slightly, he found her breast with his fingers, caressing her, adding to her pleasure.

When he moved his hips, it was slowly, deliberately, maddeningly.

Her body clamored for release. But he kept the pace where he wanted it, using his body and his hands and his mouth to bring her to an aching pinnacle of need.

“Troy . . . Oh Lord, Troy please,” she cried out.

He took mercy on her then, quickening the pace, wringing a deep, glad cry from her as an explosion of pleasure tore through her.

He gasped her name as his body convulsed above hers, and she clung tightly to his shoulders, thinking now that he had claimed her for his own.

Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her as he held her in his arms. When he moved to her side, she snuggled against him, drifting as her hands stroked tenderly over his slick skin.

“Thank you,” she murmured, then took a chance and added. “I’ve waited years for that.”

“So have I.”

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