Her moans escalated, and I could feel her nearing her own climax. I wanted to hold her there, but I had no room to play. Dark ecstasy wound around and through me, trapping me in her feminine power. I quickened my movements, pounding into her as her cries increased my pleasure.
She moaned long and loud as she came, her body clamped down around me, squeezing me into a mind-blowing climax.
Shocks of energy shot through me, leaving us connected body to body and mind to mind while I jetted into her womb, filling her with my Light.
I shuddered, my orgasm so intense I could only ride the wave and pray I had enough strength not to come crashing down when it was over. On and on, I pulsed, moisture trickling down my thighs as I continued to come more than I ever had.
More than should be possible.
When I could again think, I stared down at the woman who had robbed me of speech.
“Cadmus.” She sighed. Her eyes were hazy with contentment. “Am I alive?”
I chuckled and pressed deeper inside her. Leaning on my elbows to keep from crushing her, I marveled at her beauty as remained buried in her heat. “If you’re not, we’re both in the Next.”
“Heaven,” she agreed and pulled me close for a kiss. Lazy yet stirring, her kiss had me twitching within her.
“Not yet,” I groaned, needing more recovery time. Hell, she’d nearly made me lose my mind and now me him hardening when I should have had nothing left to give her. “Ellie,” I warned as she squeezed around me. “You’re asking for trouble.”
She grinned and arched a brow. “Are you saying you can’t deliver?”
I pulled out and surged back inside, thickening with every push. “Baby, I’ll more than deliver. Can you take all of me?”
Her lips parted, and her lids lowered. “Baby, I can take anything you’re giving.”
“Good,” I said with a wicked grin. “Then get ready for more of this.”
She moaned and writhed as stiffened inside her, my humor soon replaced by the all-consuming lust that only Ellie aroused.
Chapter 8
Arim: Guardian of Storm
Standing in the neutral haven of Shathra, I frowned at Ethim il Ruethe, determined to hear the Djinn out before I found my conniving nephew and beat some sense into him. Screwing around with the Sarqua ruler’s daughter was not only stupid, but incredibly dangerous. Despite Ethim’s fair features, the man was a walking threat. Equal in ferocity to a Storm Lord in a rage, Ethim had Dark powers that easily countered that of a Light Bringer. And Ethim’s kind played by no one’s rules but their own.
“So Guardian of Storm, we’re at an impasse.”
“It would seem,” I said slowly. Where was Ethim going with this?
“You want to keep Tanselm ‘pure’ while we want to return Tanselm to its natural order.”
“To the Dark, you mean?”
“No.” Ethim looked irritated and began pacing in the small stone keep that provided sanctuary for those needing it. “That’s not what I mean. You aren’t old enough to remember what Tanselm was like before the Dark Lords turned, when those of Light and Dark coexisted peacefully.”
“Oh? Was that before the Djinn drained the lifeforce out of half the Light Bringers in existence or after the Dark Lords converted the unwilling into wraiths and demons?”
Ethim scowled. “The wraiths have always been dangerous. Yes, some were Light Bringer converts, but most were as they are today. And demons aren’t a Dark Lord invention.” Ethim sniffed. “Really, Arim.”
“Really, Ethim,” I mocked. “Don’t tell me you want to share Tanselm? Not when so many Djinn have gone to such extremes to have it back.” I hid the pain of Faustus’ death, remembering too easily my sister’s grief when her husband fell to Djinn poison.
“You know those aren’t my people.”
“How do I know? Because I’m supposed to trust on faith?” I looked at him in disbelief. “The reason we’ve held onto Tanselm for so long is that the Light Bringers have distrusted everyone and everything of Dark and Shadow. We’ve resisted the Netharat before and will do so again.”
Ethim shook his head. “But you’ve never fought a Dark Lord like Sin Garu. He killed his own kin. Like you, we Djinn have limits against fratricide. Sin Garu rules the wraiths, creatures that should not have enough control to follow a man. You know this. You’ve seen it with your own eyes. Sin Garu even tempts the Shadren. And should they turn, the Light will surely fade under Dark’s creeping taint.”
“You admit the Dark is evil.”
