“That’s not going to work for me.”
“Donovan.” She breathed my name, and I had nothing more than a kiss to reply with—my mouth melded with hers and it was over.
Wet clothes started falling to the floor, and I knew that if it was the last thing I did in Rubia, it would be to set Ezza straight.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue colliding with hers. I felt her hand grip my waist and I moved her back against the wall. A soft moan escaped from her lungs as my palm grazed her rib cage and over her side cleavage. I made quick work of snapping off her damp bra, allowing it flutter to the floor. Letting go of our kiss, I lowered my mouth to her nipple, sucking hard, extracting a deeper mewl from Tulya.
“Donovan,” she pleaded.
I didn’t hurry, or rush, like she wanted. I took my time, giving equal attention to each breast before dropping to my knees. Her skirt had come off at the door, and I yanked her panties to the side before throwing all caution out the window and ripping them completely off. My tongue sought her heat, making contact with her most sensitive spot, her back bowing off the wall.
I felt her fingers claw through my hair and I kept pace, eliciting the most delicious purrs from her. She pushed into my face, her hips grinding, and I couldn’t get enough of her taste and reckless abandon.
“I’m…” she began to murmur, and I said, “Let go,” while humming against her. In a whoosh, her hand gripped my hair so hard I thought it might come out, and she huffed my name through rapid breaths, dampening my face and squirming like she wanted more.
I was ready to go again, to draw another orgasm from her, but she dropped to her knees and without caring, began kissing me with ardor.
“Do you like your taste?” I asked and she moaned, nodding her head. “Tulya, I am falling for you—”
“Take me to bed.” She interrupted my sentiment, and who was I to argue?
I stood swiftly and lifted her into my arms, walking down the lone hallway. I’d never been in her bedroom, but as soon as I stepped foot inside the room with the doorway open, I knew it was hers. Soft ivory carpet, a pine canopy bed filled with a million throw pillows, and fresh flowers on the vanity. Laying her gently on the lace bedspread, I couldn’t dwell on her decor because Tulya was spread out naked in front of me. Quickly shrugging out of my pants, my shoes long off, I shoved down my boxers and crawled over her, keeping my weight on one elbow.
Her palm ran the length of my back, and I noticed she only used her “well” hand. Taking my own fingers, I grasped her “broken” hand and wove it with mine. “I’m sorry this happened.”
She closed her eyes, but whispered, “Kiss me.”
“Anytime,” I said back, following her orders. Our mouths mashed as our hips grinded, every body part seeking some sort of friction. Our powers were quiet in the background, no sign of them emerging. There was only tenderness between our hearts, and skin on skin when it came to our bodies.
Our need funneled between us as if it was palpable.
“Inside,” she muttered.
“Without anything?”
She nodded.
I didn’t need any help. We fit together like we were made to do so, and I began a slow and steady pace of drawing in and out, our lips staying mostly fused other than sounds of ecstasy.
“Feels so good,” I told Tulya while doing my own body scan. Being with her made me feel numb to all the shit around me, but also there was now a low hum of something, a different power. This was something new—a type of control—and it almost felt as if it was in a throttle position. An intangible string, keeping my ability at bay, not allowing it to ignite in the presence of Tulya’s.
Could this be happening? Some weird bond between our abilities as our feelings for one another grew? An unspoken agreement between the forces that both bound us and pushed us away?
I made a note to ask the medic, but came back to the moment, picking up speed, pushing into Tulya as deep as she could take and gliding out. Her foot came to rest on my ass, forcing me to stay at a fast rhythm.
“Deeper,” she begged, and I went as far as I could. “Oh God,” she added after a few pulls.
“Fall, Tulya. Jump off the cliff,” I instructed her. I was right there, and ready to dive after her. As soon as she began to come undone, shaking in my arms and pushing up to meet every one of my thrusts, I began to climax.
It wasn’t dark yet, but stars lit my vision. Whatever dreams or goals I had were set aside, whether I wanted them to or not. My home was with this woman, and as I cleaned her off and she dozed off in my embrace, I began to formulate a plan.
Tulya
Iwoke to my favorite smell, fresh brewed java, and for a moment I wasn’t sure where I was.
I considered if it might be the hotel in Florida, and Marley had ordered room service. I remembered that happening on several occasions—it was a highlight of my time there after Donovan left.
But today, after taking in my surroundings, I noted it was my very own bedroom. Burrowing a touch deeper in my blankets, I took a beat in order to appreciate being home. I’d missed my cottage while in Miami. It was my sanctuary.
