Pure pleasure spirals up through me from the press of his fingers, the sensations filling me as completely as if he’d slid a finger inside me while stroking my clit. He once told me that he could give me more pleasure than I’d ever experienced purely by using his power, but that he wanted to explore my body. Now, I sense the edge of his power flowing through his fingertips like the heat from the flame, and my body is instantly ready for his.
I spin in his arms, my legs settling to either side of his hips as I slide against his cock. My breathing is erratic as I press my lips to his, tasting the power on his tongue, while I ease down onto him. Every second of the slow movement makes me moan against his mouth.
I’m determined to stay in control, to draw out the intense pleasure that rides my body as I accommodate his length, but as his hands move against my lower back, his power trickles through me, and my stomach tightens…
He draws out, and with a single thrust, my foundations fall apart. He does this over and over, strong and sure, holding me like I’m both precious and perfect and he never wants to let me go.
My orgasm tips him over the edge, his hands gripping my hips as he swells and jolts inside me.
I collapse against him, trying to catch my breath, trying to process the intense feelings still rippling through my exhausted body. I want more, but with every stroke of his hands across my arms and back, my eyelids are heavier.
Rubbing my back, he draws me down onto the rug and curls around me, murmuring against my neck.
“Sleep, Nova. We’ll solve it all tomorrow.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
I’ve trained my body to take a lot of punishment and keep bouncing back, and my demon and shifter genetics help me persevere, but there are times when the exhaustion is so deep that I have no choice but to crash.
I sleep so deeply that when I wake up to the soft glow of morning sunlight through the glazed window, it’s to find that the exhaustion I was carrying is gone.
It’s a little hard to tell through the glazed window, but the gentle glow outside indicates that we must have slept all afternoon yesterday and through the night. I guess I didn’t realize how heavy my exhaustion was until I could finally rise burden-free.
Not that I’m about to do any rising, since my awakening is to a firm hand sliding down my spine, tracing the contours of my skin.
I’m lying on my stomach on the rug with Roman stretched out beside me. The heat of his touch rouses the same warmth I felt last night when he soothed my muscles, but today…
There’s no need for soothing. Only a strong need for more of him.
His power traces a path through the arousal points in my body, spreading from the places he touches across my back, tightening my nipples until they ache, tingling across my clit as warmth pools between my thighs.
Roman’s kisses along my spine are as delicious as his touch.
“Morning,” he murmurs, his mouth warm against my shoulder as I arch back into his touch.
How can this demon arouse and destroy me so effortlessly?
I’m not sure where one sensation stops and the next begins.
I do know that I want to wake up like this every day of my life.
“Morning,” I reply huskily.
A groan escapes my lips before I can say anything else because Roman’s palm curves along my hip and traces across my upper leg to brush through the moisture at the junction of my thighs. From this angle, when I’m on my stomach, he has perfect access to slide his fingers through my folds and into my aching center.
I arch again, my ass in the air as I give him more room to thrust into me, one finger and then a second. As his fingers work their magic, I move with him, the tight coiling in my gut strong enough to wipe all other thoughts from my mind.
“Rune,” I moan as his fingers move faster, and I decide that it’s time for him to feel the same loss of control.
Sliding my knees together, I rise up onto all fours, his fingers still buried deep within me as he rises too. In this position, I twist back to look over my shoulder, finding Roman’s hungry gaze on all the exposed parts of my body. My breasts hang heavy and throbbing, along with the throbbing heat of my clit, so engorged that I feel like one caress across the tight nub would send me into a screaming orgasm.
As his fingers slide free, he replaces them with his tongue, just a single swipe through my arousal, which almost sends me crashing back to the bed.
“You were supposed to be so overwhelmed, you had to fuck me immediately,” I complain with a moan. “You’re not playing fair.”
Roman doesn’t laugh as I expected. Instead, he moves in behind me, the thick head of his cock lining up to my entrance as he pushes against the tight muscles of my center.
“When we’re together, I can’t think at all,” he rumbles, pushing in deeper, slowly. “I’m overwhelmed, Nova. I’m so fucking overwhelmed that my soul burns. I want to protect and touch and exist with you for as long we have. There will never be another for me, and you never have to worry about overwhelming me. When you look at me, I’m gone.”
