Despite my soul and my words, I still felt unworthy of this strong woman who now carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. I had lost my desire to save the world and was retreating into this new world of selfish preservation I’d never been afforded. All I wanted was her, and damn the rest of the world. Even with her life at stake, Emma still wanted to do the right thing for the greater good. Somewhere between finding out I had a soul, and meeting my true parents, I lost my faith in the idea that a right course of action even existed.
As if sensing my distress, Emma’s soft lips found mine. It was a slow, sensual kiss. She took her time tracing the lines of my mouth, learning every curve. Her lips were hot in contrast to the cool air of the cave. Her taste immediately acted as a drug to my system. It heated the blood in my veins and urged a sluggish desperation to both spend forever plundering her mouth and also push in for more. Emma’s delicious tongue pushed past my lips and her hands grabbed at my hips, nails digging into me with fervor. All the tension, anger, fear, and desire I’d been holding onto exploded into an inferno. Everything in me screamed to devour her and this time, there was nothing stopping me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Igrasped at her body, bringing her up onto her knees and smashing her against me. A groan of pleasure ripped from her throat, heightening the hum of anticipation already radiating throughout my body.
From the moment I met her, Emma had set me on fire, embodying temptation itself. So grateful to be released of my bonds, the only thing I wanted was to drive her insane with pleasure for granting me rights to touch her.
I was diving into my desire for her deeper than I’d ever hoped to go, and I vaguely feared I’d never come up for air. I unleashed every last ounce of wanting I possessed into the kiss, my hands grasping at every part of her I could reach. She met my every kiss and grope with equal ferocity. If I kept her here, with her breasts flattened against my chest, hips rubbing frenetically against mine, mouth and mind occupied by my sensual assault, nothing bad could ever happen to her.
Then I felt it. The connection Emma had identified so quickly. Seeking Emma’s presence inside myself, I found her pleasure wrapping around my body like a blanket of energy, electrifying and exciting me further. My mouth migrated away from her sweet, tantalizing mouth to taste and explore the delicate skin along her neck, scraping my teeth along it, alternating between using just the tip of my tongue and completely sucking on her flesh. I was fascinated to discover what made her moan, what made her jerk, and what forced wetness between her legs. I felt the ghost of her reactions heating and tingling my own sensations.
Captive to my exploration, Emma first grasped at my hair then ever so gently clawed down my chest. I had lost my fingers through her tangled tresses at the base of her skull. Firmly tugging her head, I granted myself full access and control of her mouth. She whimpered, her hips pumping forward. It was a small aggressive act on my part, but her ghostly pleasure spiked inside me. It had turned her on. I could feel it, the biofeedback loop made me so hard, I could hardly think past devouring every inch of skin and marking it as mine.
Emma’s hand reached the hem line of my dirt-covered shirt. Thin, partially broken fingernails scraped up my torso just above my pelvis, sending an intense shiver through me. The blood that had already been traveling south rushed like a shot to my quickly hardening length.
“Yes,” she gasped. Knowing full well what she was doing. Then pushing my shirt up over my abs, she moved back to pull it over my head. As she stared at my exposed chest and abs, I felt the blanket of her pleasure shudder around me in anticipation.
I allowed her to take her time perusing my body with her eyes, but I felt my muscles coil like a tiger’s, ready to spring at any moment.
“Jesus,” she breathed. “This will never get old.” Her fingers traced my body from my clavicles down my chest, tracing the indents of my abs and pausing again just above my pelvis causing me to shiver this time. “I think I have to make sure you never eat pizza again to preserve this ripped bod. Do you have any idea how ridiculously fucking gorgeous you are?”
“You would deprive me pizza?” I asked, a sad note in my voice that made her smile.
Emma’s eyes were hooded with lust, as if it was a struggle to focus. “Maybe I’ll give you a pepperoni here and there.” I leaned back in toward her mouth just as she said. “Perhaps a square of chocolate, if you’re good.”
“I’m done with being good,” I said, then grabbed her hips and ground them into mine as I overtook her mouth once more. The sounds she made. Oh gods. The blissful, sensual sounds purring from her throat made me want more. I had to have more.
I grabbed the tank top that had been practically torn to shreds and pulled it over her head. Her breasts were easily covered by my palms but they bounced as I pulled the shirt away. My balls tightened almost painfully. She quickly unlatched her pants and sat back to push them off her legs. When she rolled back up onto her knees, I couldn’t help but immediately press a finger through her soft curls, seeking the point I had once found that made her keen in pleasure. Without the confines of her clothes, I could smell her desire and I began to pant like a dog, hungry to devour her.
“Calan,” she breathed, pushing my hand away before pushing at the hem of my own pants. Pausing my exploration of her sex, I made quick work of kicking my pants off. Before I could get back on my knees, she pushed me onto my back, hovering over me. My sex strained long and hard between us, begging to seek refuge between her legs.
Emma wetted her lips as her delicate fingers encircled me before firmly grasping it and sweeping from base to tip.
My hands flew to her shoulders. “Stop,” I ordered, my teeth gritted.
A sly smile spread across her face. A war of imminent pleasure and deep desire to make this last as long as possible had my face screwed up in concentration.
With a shaking hand, I brought it up to her cheek then used my thumb to caress her bottom lip. It was moist and swollen, like I was sure her lower lips were.
“Emma,” I said, my voice catching. “Since the moment I first saw you, I have loved you. Everywhere there is darkness, but it is you that are the true light. I will never betray you, never turn away from you, and love you to my dying breath.”
Emma closed her eyes as if my words had physically laid into her. Tears started to drip from her lashes before she opened them again, smiling in a way that confused me as she cried. “I love you, too, Calan. After all you have done, after all you have been through, I just want you to have a life you can believe in again.”
My other hand came up to frame her face. Afraid I would break her with my intensity, I fought to keep my grip light. “The only life I could ever want is with you.”
Emma reached for my manhood and stroked harder, pushing me back with her other hand until I was lying flat. She covered me with her body and the hot, liquid of her sex slid against my hard, muscular thigh. My inner beast howled. All I wanted to do was grab her and slam her down onto my hard length. Though I had never known the actual experience, I ached to know now, my hips instinctively bucking toward her.
Instead of giving into my direction, Emma disappeared and I found myself swallowed into the impossibly scorching wetness of her mouth. I grabbed at the ground, seeking purchase and control and everything in me threatened to snap.
“Oh gods, Emma.” I cried out, not sure if I was begging her to stop or continue. I reached down and was more careful to grasp at her hair, needing another point of contact to focus on other than her mouth. She engulfed my hardness, though she could only fit half in her mouth, before she sucked her way back up. Releasing the tip, she dove back down trying to take even more of my length down her throat. Finally she brought her hand to wrap around the base to cover that which she could not take into her mouth, and I bucked under her with a deep groan.
“Please, Emma,” I begged, still not sure what I wanted but knowing she could give it to me. She let me go with an audible wet smack from her mouth that was almost my undoing. Emma paused and I knew, whether from the look on her face or our unique connection, she was soaking in the sight of me with the feminine pride of bringing a man to his knees. I was on my back, but I would have done anything she asked me.
When she crawled on top of me, I lifted my knee until it firmly set between her legs. Emma threw her head back and groaned, grinding harder and harder back onto my thigh. Her wetness ran down my thigh and I knew my pleasure had been hers, and she too was on the verge. We were desperate to both give in to what we wanted, but also to make it last. Her body wriggled wantonly against mine until she raised herself slightly. When she reached down to touch herself, my mouth dropped open in shock as she pleasured herself on me.
Lost in the moment, she seemed to barely notice me but I knew I was the true source of her pleasure. I clenched my fists to keep from grabbing at her, mesmerized by her building orgasm. Emma’s back arched forward as her eyes snapped open. Her emotive, honey-brown eyes met mine in an expression of pure shock and elation and I felt it all. Her body was engulfed in a trembling, rolling orgasm that swept all rational thought away.
