He looked down at her, a smile playing at his mouth, his eyes half-lidded. Her nails dug deeper, hips lifted higher. This was a torment, a hunger she needed to sate. A desperation.
His smile deepened. ‘Is this, my beautiful Arielle, what you want?’
He slid his fingers from her, with the flat of his hand widening her thighs, moving over her completely.
‘Allow me to oblige,’ he said with a smile.
He entered her straining, yearning, imploring body in one strong, powerful thrust. With what remained of her conscious mind, which had turned to mush under his skilled and tormenting caresses, she meant to warn him that it had been along, long time since she had last known intimacy with a man. That her body was out of practice.
But any warning was as unnecessary as it was unsaid.
He had prepared her well.
She gave a gasp as he thrust into her.
He filled her. Absolutely and completely, their bodies fusing into one. And as they fused, glory took her.
It swept over her. Swept up from the very heart of her, to possess her totally. A single glorious, incandescent flame that burst within her. She cried out. She was pulsing around him. Enveloping him, enclosing him, drawing him further and further into her. She could feel her body fusing around his, feeling his strength, his flesh becoming her own flesh. She cried out again. The burning glory of it, the wonder, the ecstasy. His name broke from her lips, over and over again. Her hands slid around his back and pressed into him, holding him as closely as she held him within her.
She could feel him shuddering within her. Heard him cry out too. She was rocking against him now to keep the glory, that endless ecstasy, pulsing and pounding through her.
She was not crying out now. Now sobs were breaking from her throat and her spine was bowing. Thighs wrapped around him, neck arching forward. Pressing him to her, never to let him go…
How long it lasted she did not know. Only that slowly, infinitely slowly, she was coming down. The ecstasy possessing her was becoming an echo. A sweet, sighing echo. She felt her straining muscles relax across all her body, her thighs loosening. Yet she did not relinquish him. She held him close still, close within her, though his muscles had slackened too. She felt him lift himself on one elbow, saw him looking down at her with a softness in his eyes. His hand smoothed the tangled locks of her hair away from her face. His mouth brushed hers.
‘Arielle,’ he said with a voice that was as soft as the light in his eyes. As soft as the touch of his hand. ‘My beautiful, beautiful Arielle.’
She saw his long, dark lashes lower over his eyes, heard the sigh of repletion, of passion fulfilled, in his breath. Heard his breathing slow. His head lowered to her shoulder and, as her hand folded around the strong nape of his neck, her own breathing slowed. Her eyes fluttered shut and she joined him in sleep. Sweet, satiated and complete. Holding Lycos in her arms.
The only place she wanted him to be.
Lycos padded back to the bed from the bathroom. Dawn was approaching and already the night sky was paling. He could see Arielle outlined beneath the coverlet he’d pulled over them both at some stage of the night. She was still asleep. He was not surprised. Their night had been…
Active.
To possess her once had not been sufficient. Though could anything exceed that first incredible union? He had known his desire for her had been certain and strong. But she had shown him a hunger of her own for him that had been like a burning brand, igniting him with a flame that seared him in a single thrust of his body. The intensity of his response had been something he’d never experienced before.
Because she gave herself to me. Hungered for me.
Her desire for him came from herself—natural, ardent and passionate.
She is like no other woman.
He folded himself down beside her, drawing her sleeping body against his, hearing her murmur as he did. Her body was soft against his, moulding back against him. His arm held her close, her scent beguiling him. Drawn back against him, he felther closeness start to have its inevitable effect on him. But he let it die away. He, too, needed more sleep yet.
Passion could flame again when the sun arose.
And it could fill their days and their nights. But for now, sleep was all he wanted.
And Arielle in his arms.
Lycos stretched languorously on the sun lounger by the pool. ‘Mmm. That feels good,’ he said. Arielle was massaging sun cream onto his back. The slow, warm, ultra-sensuous strokes of her palms were very good indeed. And all too easily arousing.
He changed his thoughts quickly. There was time enough for that later. A lot more time. Any amount of time in fact.
As much time as I want.
And, right now, what he wanted was this. Just this. Here at themas.Long leisurely days, long sensual nights. No rush, no agenda, no demands, no diversions. Simply to enjoy what was happening.
