Page 78 of Whispers and Warriors
A guttural moan tore from his throat at the first hot, wet swipe of her tongue. Pleasure, white-hot and blinding, seared through his veins as she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing with sensual suction. He tunneled his fingers through her silky hair, fighting the urge to buck into the blissful heat of her mouth.
The wet suction and swirl of her talented tongue short-circuited his brain, reducing his world to nothing but pure, electric sensation. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass, until he hit the back of her throat. Chris saw stars, hips jerking forward of their own volition.
Their pants and groans mixed with the slapping of flesh paired with the slick slide of sweat-slicked skin, the rhythmic creak of the abused mattress springs, the chorus of panting breaths and pleasure-soaked moans. Everything echoed in Chris’s ears, and likely off the walls. It was a carnal symphony, spurring them all to dizzying heights of ecstasy.
Chris watched as Bash’s powerful thrusts grew more erratic, his fingers digging into the flesh of Emma’s hips hard enough to bruise as he chased his release. Liam caressed her breasts, rolling and pinching the sensitive peaks until she keened around Chris’s shaft, the vibrations making his toes curl. He’d never realized how incredibly hot it was to watch her with the others until now.
Bash came a heartbeat later with a roar, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled himself deep inside her, drawing a pause on Emma’s assault with her mouth.
Chris almost lost it right then, the erotic sight and sounds nearly too much to withstand. He ground his teeth, determinedto prolong this perfect moment as long as possible. Breathing harshly through his nose, he gently extricated himself from Emma’s slack mouth, his shaft twitching at the loss of her heat.
Bash carefully rolled out from underneath Emma, leaving her draped bonelessly across Liam’s lap as aftershocks continued to wrack her frame. Not wasting a second, Chris quickly shucked his pants the rest of the way and climbed onto the bed. He slotted himself between Emma’s thighs, notching himself at her entrance.
He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. They moaned in unison as he stretched her deliciously, her scorching heat engulfing him like a silken vise. Chris squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the perfection of her slick, clutching walls conforming to every ridge and vein of his erection.
Emma was tight and wet despite already having been with two others. She was his living fantasy that he couldn’t believe was all his. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of their combined arousal as he began to move slowly inside her. Each powerful stroke made Emma’s breath catch and her nails dig into his back.
He watched Liam watching them with dark eyes from behind Emma’s shoulder, caressing her breasts and kissing the back of her neck as they moved together. The sight of Liam touching her almost pushed Chris over the edge—it was simply too much—but he held on tightly to control, determined to make this last as long as possible.
His hips circled slowly at first, building a steady rhythm that had Emma writhing beneath him like an inferno. She cried out with each thrust, her body arching into him as she chased after pleasure.
Chris gripped Emma’s hips tightly as he drove into her with deep, purposeful strokes. Her scorching heat gripped him likea velvet vise, rippling deliciously around his aching shaft with every thrust. Pleasure, white-hot and electric, sizzled through his veins as he claimed her, marked her, made her his in the most primal way possible.
Emma’s head thrashed against Liam’s chest, her russet curls fanning out in a wild halo. Her swollen lips parted around keening cries, breathy moans and pleas for more spilling freely. Chris drank in the debauched sight of her, flushed cheeks, heaving breasts, eyes glassy with ecstasy. She was utterly wrecked, lost to the sensual onslaught, and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.
Determined to push her to even headier heights, he hooked his arms under her knees, bending her nearly in half as he lifted her ankles to rest on his broad shoulders. The new angle allowed him to plunge deeper, bottoming out with every powerful drive of his hips. Emma wailed, back bowing off the bed as he struck that secret spot inside her, over and over.
“Chris, oh god,” she sobbed, blunt nails scrabbling at his sweat-slicked back. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop...”
He had no intention of stopping, not until he had wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her quivering body. Pistoning his hips faster, harder, he grunted with the effort of holding back his own climax, chasing her ever higher. The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the air, punctuated by their harsh pants and moans.
Chris rubbed tight, focused circles over her clit in time with his thrusts, the rough pad of thumb until his body jerked without warning, his release spilling with a lightening intensity that took him by storm.
Still, he thrust with a relentless rhythm, his movements a symphony of pushing, thrusting, and rubbing that built to a crescendo. Emma’s voice pierced the air as she screamed for the third time, her eyes fluttering back slightly in a moment ofoverwhelming sensation. With a gentle but deliberate motion, Chris withdrew, understanding she would need space to unwind and savor the lingering waves of pleasure.
In a world gone mad, this was their port in the storm, their slice of sanity. As long as they had each other, they could weather any tempest. Let the winds rage and the seas churn.
Together, they were unbreakable.
TWENTY-NINE
Emma watchedfrom a few feet back from the ship’s bulkhead, her hazel eyes fixed on the horizon as the lush greenery of the tropical paradise emerged from the shimmering sea. The excited electricity in the air among everyone on the ship was a stark contrast to the tumultuous journey they had endured. A mix of relief and anticipation filled the salty air.
Liam approached, his muscular frame moving with familiar grace, and his arm almost totally healed with no sign of the bandage. He wrapped an arm around Emma’s waist and pulled her close. “Almost there, love. Our sanctuary awaits.”
Emma leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and security he provided. “I can hardly believe it. After everything we’ve been through...”
“We made it because of you,” Liam murmured, his lips brushing her temple. “Your strength, your love—it’s what kept us going.”
“Did you ever think we’d get this far?” Alex gave her a lopsided grin. “I mean, after we had to run to other times.”
“It feels like a lifetime ago,” Emma sighed, knowing it was barely eight months since the journey had started.
And no pregnancy to speak of.
She pushed the thought back, focusing her attention on that fact that she was no longer forced to have a family, but that she wanted one. On the island, with the threat of being useless or sold for pleasure gone, she could find herself pregnant in no time.
“While I never worried you would get any of us killed, it does feel impossible that after everything we made it.”
