“I want to show you how much you mean to me.” Those caramel eyes captured me in an intense and loving look. “I want to give you something I don’t think you’ve ever had before, Dizzy. I want to give youallmy love.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I had the feeling I’d soon find out. He reached up, placing his hand beside my head. He wasn’t touching me but was so close I could feel the heat of his hand on my temple. He made a stroking motion, as if smoothing my wild hair, moving down to my cheek and I felt it, not his hand, but something… more!
It was like raw power, but soft and gentle. A caress on my skin with thrills of something so pure and penetrating it resonated in my very soul.
I gasped and shuddered at the intensity of it.
“That… was pure red,” he whispered. “The essence of love and strength.” He smiled tenderly.
This intense essence, this power permeating and filling my being…thiswas his love?
Wow. It was pure and powerful, so profound that tears leaked from my eyes as I sat there, overwhelmed.
“Have I ever told you your aura is dazzling?” he whispered. “Even when you’re just resting, being yourself, you are nearly all red, a being of radiant power, beautiful and dangerous and intoxicating.”
His fingers brushed my face, and that same power surged through his touch. I was helpless in its sway, as love — like none I had ever known — filled me.
“This is what I feel for you,” he said. His words were quiet and sincere, but the implications, the power, left me stunned and speechless.
It was beautiful and potent and perfect.
And when he bent down and kissed me, his full lips to mine, it lifted me, not just emotionally, but…physically. He stood slowly and I rose with him, pulled to my feet — thenoffmy feet — by the power of his aura. He embraced me as his lips left mine. I floated, weightless in his arms.
He smiled, a soft and secret thing I’d never seen before.
He whispered, “I’m going to take my time. I’ve been dreaming of this for years. I want it to be perfect. All you have to do… is feel my love.”
“Yes, I will,” I breathed. It wasn’t like me to give up control, but carried by his love and power, I was curious what sex could be like when it was more than just physical and quick.
I relaxed in his arms, still light as air and buoyant as he kissed my cheeks, then ears, then neck and shoulders. I hadn’t really done up my shirt after the romp with Leo, so it was easy for him to push it to one side as he pressed kisses to my shoulders. Each brush of his lips on my skin bloomed with warmth and devotion.
He undid the few remaining buttons and the silken shirt fluttered to the floor. Daz took his precious time kissing lower still, each press filling me with the purity of his love, a warmth so very different from the heat of desire.
Still, my passion and arousal were whipped up within me, thrumming through me, hot and surging with every hammering beat of my heart. Yet it remained secondary to the pureness of adoration which Daz infused within me.
And when his lips pressed gently to the swelling bud of a nipple, he trembled. Hot breath escaped his lips as he gasped. Something about that heated exhalation thrilled straight from my nipple out to every part of me, so intense I could only let out a strange gasping breath of my own, unable to make a sound.
Something visceral, a humid desire flooded my chest. It took me a moment to realize… it had come from Daz. He’d added his lust and longing to the love coursing through me.
It swelled within me, turning the liquid heat of my passion to blazing flames, filling me to my fingers and toes, and the top of my head. I shook with tremors of searing desire from that one kiss. And when he kissed my other — now hard as Hells — nipple even more desire poured into me. I let out an unabashedly loud moan as his passion — and mine — threatened to consume me.
His kisses moved down over my abdomen as his hands moved to my skirt, undoing the ties and pushing it off. I trembled as the silk slid over my buttocks, then whispered by my legs.
He knelt and kissed my belly and hips, then over the tops of my thighs and in…
I opened my legs, finding them weightless like the rest of me. Since he no longer held me, I found I could move freely in this strange floating state. I laid back, giving Daz better access to me.
The soft press of his lips to my already slick opening made me gasp. Then came the most miraculous sensation, like he was inside me, moving, full and deep. A gentle thrusting of power, not just filling my folds butallof me.
That throbbing power infused me with near-delirious elation.
Daz found my clit and gave it a lick with his tongue before pressing his lips over me and sucking lightly. The fullness within me heaved and thrusted like some miracle cock, until I was on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. Then it swelled, and I cried out as I was filled with an ecstasy so powerful, I couldn’t contain it. I erupted with a release so powerful it overwhelmed all my senses.
But it was a spiritual thing, allowing me to remain at that mind-shattering apex, experiencing it over and over. His powers held me in sway. I was at his mercy, lost in this extremity of bliss.
Then, his tongue pushed into my folds, and I opened to him. A physical release blasted through me, adding to the spiritual one. It wasby farthe most potent orgasm I’d ever known. His power and love were the pendulous clapper, and I was the bell, being rung, over and over, loud and joyous and resonant.
Every part of me tensed then released in a series of fierce waves, which left me filled with hazy, glorious, serene bliss.
