Page 35 of Incandescence

Moving my hips forward and back, then lifting up and down, I soon got into a rhythm, one that pushed me toward that special place Alexander had already taken me and that I wanted to experience again and again.

He growled approval and placed outspread hands on my hips, leading me into a choreographed dance that had me grinding against him. Pressure built and built, an intensity that made me tremble even as I was just seconds away from the release I sought. I cried out his name at the climax tearing through my body, taking away my breath as I spiraled to dizzying heights.

Alexander’s seed exploded inside me. His guttural groans pushed me to another climax that left me weightless for a long, out-of-body moment, before I finally collapsed on top of him.

His arms surrounded my sweat-slicked body, keeping me in place with his wilting cock still embedded inside me. I breathed in his musky, sweat-moistened skin, running my hands over his glorious, masculine body.

Emotions churned through my gut, tears pricking my eyes. I didn’t ever want this moment to end. I never wanted to be apart from this man, even though our odds of being together for much longer were slim to none.

Breath shuddered from my lungs. Luckily for me, I’d never been a betting woman.

“Want to talk about it now?” he asked gently, stroking my nape and reaching out with his other hand to caress my buttocks.

“About how splendid it is to fuck you?” I asked, hoping my shrill voice didn’t give away how little I wanted to relive my nightmare...my past.

“You can talk my ear off about that if you want,” he said, voice smug. “But sometimes it’s also good to discuss the things that are locked away in your head.”

I swallowed, before pushing up to look him in the eye. “And sometimes it’s better to bury them as far away as possible. Besides, the vampire chasing us is enough of a nightmare to handle for the moment.”

He sighed, his hands stilling on me. “Maybe one day you’ll trust me enough to share your past.”

I smiled at him and murmured softly, “Yeah, maybe one day I will.”

Chapter Seventeen

Alexander

Iwoke alone in thebed with Charley’s imprint beside me cold to the touch. I shot bolt upright, scanning the room and listening for sound, then immediately relaxing at hearing her voice in the living area of the house.

I released a long, slow breath. I didn’t recall falling asleep, but clearly I’d done so soon after our lovemaking.

Lovemaking?

I squeezed my eyes closed. There was no other word for the intimacy I’d shared with Charley. Sex had never felt so right, not just physically, but emotionally too. And I’d been aware of that connection from the very start.

I was certain Charley had experienced that same bond.

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