Page 39 of Twilight Echoes
She jerked her hips, wanting more. Demanding more.
But all he did was tease and torture until suddenly, he rammed two fingers deep inside.
She arched her back, tossing her head to the side, letting out a moan that bounced off the walls.
Reaching up, he covered her mouth. “Shhhhh. Not so loud.” He removed his hand, resting it on her breast. He pinched and twisted her nipple, tugging at it relentlessly. His fingers plunged into her heat like a rocket. His tongue flicked over her sex and her womanhood throbbed, begging for release.
“Oh my God. Darrell. Yes,” she cried out.
Suddenly, he lifted her from the bed.
“What are you doing?” She blinked. Her system was shocked by the sudden withdrawal of his hands and mouth.
“Taking you as you asked,” he said with a deep growl in his voice. He kicked open the bathroom door and set her feet on the floor in front of the vanity. He bent her over, staring at her in the mirror. His large hands covered her breasts before gliding down her stomach. “Remember what you promised.”
She nodded, trying to catch her breath, but it was impossible.
He spread her legs, positioning himself between them, all while holding her gaze. He eased into her slowly, stopping only when he’d reached his limit. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Brace yourself.”
She gripped the vanity, unable to take her eyes off him.
He gripped her hips, pulling almost all the way out, and then he thrust so hard and fast she nearly fell into the vanity. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t stop,” she managed as she planted her feet firmly on the tile floor.
He repeated the movement. Slow and methodical but powerful. It was hard and deep. It took all her strength to stay standing. But it certainly didn’t hurt. No. It was the most magnificent thing she’d ever experienced.
Her chest heaved up and down with each short, choppy breath as he pounded himself inside her with powerful strokes.
He reached around and rubbed his finger against her, bringing her even closer to the edge.
Her moans grew louder. Bolder. And a few times, he thrust so hard, her toes lifted right off the floor.
“Darrell. Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes,” she cried.
His hand clamped over her mouth just as her body shivered with the purest form of pleasure. It rolled over her like a tidal wave and it was relentless. It wouldn’t stop.
A low growl filled her ear as his climax exploded.
She slumped back into his tall, strong frame, resting her head on his shoulder, trying to suck in a deep breath, but it was impossible.
His hands smoothed across her flat stomach as he kissed her neck. “Are you okay?”
“I’m wonderful.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad.” Gripping her shoulders, he turned her, lowered himself, and kissed her middle. “We need to talk about what’s going on in here.”
“No, we don’t.” She tilted his chin with his index finger. “At least not today we don’t.”
“I might not be around long enough to see these little ones be?—”
“If I don’t get that piece of my aura back, I won’t be either.” She took him by the arms, forcing him to stand. “One thing at a time. First, we deal with the coven that did this and reverse the effects. Then we deal with the fact you probably knocked me up and that maybe, I might be able to do opening night.”
He arched his brow.
