Page 24 of Incandescence

Chapter Thirteen

Alexander

Ididn’t have to seeMaya to know she wanted me. Not only because she’d kissed me with quiet desperation, but because her breaths had quickly become shallow pants and the fear seeping through her pores quickly intermingled with lust.

My dick swelled, the dread in my belly receding as physical need overpowered all else. I captured her mouth this time, and I leaned into the kiss, swallowing her moans and drinking in her breath.

We only broke apart as I climbed over her and pulled her shirt up her arms and over her head. Then I kissed her throat, lingering on her pulse point before circling my tongue around the twin nicks from where the vampire had drunk.

She shuddered and gasped before arching closer. I had no doubt her sensitized skin had been made even more so by the memory I’d triggered, and which I refused to skirt around. I wanted our lovemaking to override the terror of the vampire drinking from her vein. Wanted her to forget about the nightmare inside the nest.

I wanted her to focus on nothing but us. And if lovemaking was the only way to do that, I was more than happy to oblige. More than happy to lose myself in her too.

I kissed my way down the length of her throat, light butterfly kisses that moved to her breasts and the lacy cream bra my memory recalled with precise detail. When I’d seen her in the bedroom wearing nothing but the bra and panties I’d selected, she’d looked even sexier than I’d ever imagined.

I’d wanted to go all Neanderthal on her and throw her on the bed, tear off her underwear and fuck her until she screamed out my name. It’d taken every ounce of my considerable willpower to turn and walk away.

There’d be no walking away now. And although I’d imagined our first time together would have me ogling every detail of her body, it pleased me to touch every inch of her, to taste her and hear her little gasps.

I sucked her breast through the material of her bra. She arched her back and her nipple pebbled to attention, before I gave her other breast the same treatment. My dick swelled at her mewls of ecstasy, then jerked at the touch of her hand between my thighs.

My balls tightened, the pressure intense.Fuck. Perhaps it was the intensity of the moment, with danger still thick all around us. Or perhaps it was the attraction I’d felt for this woman from the moment she was brought into the nest.

Not that I wanted to second guess myself now. What we had was powerful and real and I wasn’t going to fight it even one second longer.

I froze when Maya moved her palm up and down the thick wedge in my jeans, triggering every cell in my shaft into pulsating life. A deep, throaty growl inched up my throat, and I slid my own hand down her silky soft skin to stop between her thighs.

Her breath hitched even before I pushed my hand inside her lacy panties and spread her core open. She was already wet, her musky scent filling my nostrils and making my mouth water. Even the crisp triangle of curls down there caused my dick to throb all the harder.

I wished I could see her pussy, even as I knew my other senses had taken over and intensified the experience. I slid a finger into her tightness and swirled my thumb around her clit.

Her gasp hit the central nerve to my dick, tightening my balls and swelling my shaft until the crotch of my borrowed jeans felt as if it was choking me.

My groan was part torture, part thrilling need, and I dragged her panties down with more haste than skill, tossing them aside and pushing her thighs apart so I could sample her delectable pussy.

I licked her from the bottom of her slit to the top, before focusing on the little fleshy clit already swollen with anticipation. Her fragrant scent filled my nostrils, and my breath quickened, my desire kicking up to a whole new level of need.

In the forty-six years of living in the nest, sex had been the one thing that’d kept me sane.

But not one of those women had triggered anything other than lust. I’d pleasured them in the same way I’d once pleasured my wife, a skilled performance without the involvement of my heart.

I stilled between Maya’s thighs.

I’d never really loved a woman before, not even Clara. Not the way she’d wanted. I’d thought I’d loved her, but mostly I’d stayed with her out of habit. Despite Clara’s insecurities, we’d both been comfortable in our relationship. It was a pity it’d lacked the chemistry I had with Maya.

I inhaled her sexy scent. Being with Maya was like being awakened for the very first time. She’d taken off my blinkers and made me see the truth, made me realize the true extent of my loneliness even before I’d been taken to the nest.

Warmth flooded through me and settled in my chest. I wanted to please Maya like I’d never pleased another woman before. I wanted to pour my heart and soul into her along with my seed.

I licked and sucked her little bundle of nerves, then rhythmically drilled into her with my tongue. Her writhing body stilled, then jerked, her mewls morphing into a raspy groan.

I lapped at her until my tongue was coated in her essence and she had nothing left to give.

Warmth radiated through me as I crawled up her beautiful body and kissed her again so that she tasted herself on my tongue. I unclasped her bra strap and pulled it over her shoulders. I might not have been able to see her, but I wanted her bared breasts against my chest. I wanted to imprint her every crevice against my body and into my mind.

“You have...too many...clothes on too,” she whimpered.

She helped me strip off my shirt, and we broke into fits of giggles and half-strangled moans when my jeans snagged on my dick and refused to be dragged off my legs.

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