Page 69 of Dark Shaman: The Lost Treasure
When her trembling began to ease, he slowed his movements, pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. She turned her head to look at him with wide eyes. "Don't slow down. I want you to come undone." Her legs tightened around him. "I want to feel you let go, too."
"I'm not done worshipping you."
Her eyes, still glowing faintly in the darkness, narrowed. "Elias..."
It was a command he knew he could not refuse, but he would obey on his own terms.
He began to move again, drawing out each stroke until she was once again writhing beneath him. He wanted to map every sensitive spot, learn every gasp and sigh, discover exactly how to take her apart and put her back together again.
"You're insufferable," she panted, but her body was already responding, arousal building again.
"You love it," he teased while shifting the angle of his hips slightly, searching for—there. Her sharp intake of breath told him he'd found what he was looking for. He focused on that spot, watching her face as surprise gave way to renewed desire.
"How do you—" she began, but the question dissolved into a moan as he repeated the motion.
How could he explain that he'd spent centuries training to read female energy, to sense the flow of pleasure through her body like tracking light through crystal? That right now she was glowing like the sun, every nerve-ending broadcasting its needs in a language older than words?
Eluheed hadn't known that he'd trained for just this moment, for joining with this incredible immortal female, a descendant of gods.
Instead of trying to explain, he showed her. Drew patterns of pleasure with his hips, wrote poetry on her skin with his hands, sang silent songs of devotion with every touch.
This wasn't sex—it was communion, a sharing of essence that transcended the physical.
She was close again; he could feel it in the way her breathing changed, the tension gathering in her muscles. This time, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back. The need for release had become urgent.
"Come with me," he commanded.
Her eyes met his, and in them he saw his own need reflected and magnified. She nodded, pulling his head down for a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and a desire as desperate as his.
The last threads of his control snapped. He drove into her with abandon now, chasing both their pleasure with single-minded intensity. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization as if they'd been lovers for years rather than hours.
When he finally allowed himself to climax, his release was like a volcanic eruption. He heard himself cry out her name, maybe, or perhaps something in his native tongue that he hadn't spoken in many centuries.
Dimly, he was aware of her peaking with him, her body bowing beneath his as ecstasy claimed her again. The feeling of her pulsing around him extended his own climax until he thought hemight dissolve entirely and become nothing but sensation and light.
When the storm finally passed, he collapsed, pulling her with him so he wouldn't crush her with his weight. For a long moment, they lay with their limbs entangled, their mouths panting, and sweat cooling on their skin.
It was Tamira who moved first, curling against him with her head on his chest. The gesture was so trusting, so intimate, that it made his throat tight with emotion.
"That was..."
"Inadequate?" he suggested when she trailed off, though he was fairly certain that wasn't what she'd been about to say.
She laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I was going to say transcendent, but if you think it was inadequate, I suppose we'll have to try again. You know, to improve."
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of roses and a satisfied woman. "Give me a few minutes to recover, and I'll be happy to make another attempt."
"A few minutes?" She lifted her head to look at him, eyebrow raised. "That's rather optimistic for a human."
The casual reference to his supposed humanity sent a chill through him, but he kept his expression light. "Tonight, I feel like a god."
A shadow passed over her eyes. "I've been with a god, and he couldn't hold a candle to you."
She stunned him speechless.
"A god?"
"Yes," she said softly, settling back against him. "Don't ask."
