Page 94 of Path of the Dark
Ryana groaned his name, arching back.
Elias ground against her, and he felt her heat contract against his shaft. Ryana’s legs wrapped around his hips. She pulled him closer still, writhing against him as he took her in deep, powerful strokes.
Sweat beaded on Elias’s skin. He deliberately slowed himself down. He wanted this to last. Withdrawing from her, he stepped away from the table. Ryana gave a gasp of protest, but he merely smiled, before pushing down his breeches and heeling off his boots.
Naked, he climbed onto the table and rolled onto his back, pulling Ryana with him.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he guided her astride him.
He favored her with a slow smile. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Before Ryana could answer, he lowered her onto him. She groaned, throwing back her head, while Elias took hold of her hips and ground her hard against him.
“Shadows, Elias,” she gasped. “I—” Her body started to tremble then, cutting her off. Her words slurred into a cry.
Watching her, Elias felt his self-control fray. Her loved how wild Ryana was when they lay together, how she let herself go completely. He wanted to do the same for her, but he’d never let his guard down—ever. This position was new to him too. He usually liked to be the dominant partner. He liked to take a woman and remain in control.
Yet, Ryana rode him now, mastering him. She slid up and down his shaft with agonizing precision, and with each slow rock, Elias inched toward oblivion. He forgot about control, about anything except this beautiful woman astride him.
The lantern light kissed her voluptuous body, gilding those magnificent breasts that bounced with each movement.
Elias’s climax slammed into him like a charging bull, taking him by surprise. A tingling, shivering sensation exploded up from his groin. His heart started to pound, and the world shrank. Nothing mattered but that moment. The muscles in his stomach and back contracted, and he arched up toward her, his neck snapping back as his hoarse cry echoed through the library.
