“Ah,” he groaned and closed his eyes, leaning back. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I noted the steely erection now caged in his hand and gave him a sly smile. “Let me take care of that for you.”
“Anything you want, baby.”
I wasted no time switching positions with him. I took him in my hands then my mouth. His hiss of satisfaction as he arched into my touch pleased me like nothing could.
“Light’s breath, Ellie.”
He felt like steel in my mouth, his flesh cool and hard, and wet with need. I swallowed a tease of his seed and sucked harder, running my teeth gently along his shaft, licking the slit at his crown. I cupped his balls and caressed the soft globes in my palms, aware of the contrasting energy of my hands against his flesh.
“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck,” he swore, grasping my head, his fingers captured by my dark flame. “You’re killing me.”
He gasped my name and pumped. And the harder he thrust, the more I took, making him shake with lust. I felt the tightness in him and knew he was close.
Come for me, Cadmus. Come hard.
He thrust one final time and came down my throat with a hoarse shout. I swallowed him, thrilled at his vulnerability to my touch. He continued to come, moaning my name, and Dark pleasure streaked my soul, making me want him in ways that shocked me.
No, baby, that’s me you’re still reading, he sent. Finally spent, he withdrew from my mouth. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. He hugged me close.
Without thought, I reined in my energy and lay against him, flesh to flesh, no longer in truth.
Aloud, he said, “I want you to flame in truth the next time I fuck you. Especially when I take that pretty ass of yours again.”
He whispered more erotic suggestions, words that had my blushing and wet, readying for more. Glancing around me, I noted the creeping tendrils of purple-flowered vines wrapped around the gazebo. I inhaled deeply and sighed. The scent of scythia had increased as well.
“This happened before too,” I murmured.
“Hmm?”
“After we made love in the woods, the plants and moss around us exploded.”
“That’s me, sweet. When you excite me to certain levels, apparently, my power outlets to the earth around me.”
“Apparently?”
He stroked my shoulder, his eyes bright with satisfaction, and if I wasn’t mistaken, possession. “I told you, I’ve never lost control like that with anyone else. Only with you, Elliara.”
For the first time, the name didn’t bother me. Smiling, I burrowed closer, reveling in his male scent and earthy strength. I wondered if I should tell him how I feel right now. Screw perfection. This feels right. I screwed up the courage to confess my feelings.
“Ellie,” he looked unsure, all the sudden, and hesitated.
Shit. Not now. Don’t you dare break off with me now.
Chapter 22
Ellie
“Break off with you?” He sat up.
I swore. Why hadn’t I closed off my thoughts? Now, he knew how vulnerable I really was.
“Cadmus, I —”
“Break off with you? How could you think that?” His eyes darkened, not with sensual passion but with anger. “I poured myself into you, Ellie. Shared my soul with you. And you think I’d break off with you as if it meant nothing?” His lips flattened. “Or maybe you think that way because it meant nothing to you.”
My own anger flared, and I gave it the freedom it deserved. “Don’t you put this back on me. You’re the ass who told me how I disgusted you, how my kind didn’t deserve to live. And I was a heartbeat from telling you how much I lov —”
