“I think that’s romantic,” Diana whispered, her mouth dragging a trail of fire along his neck toward his shoulder. She circled her hips provocatively.
“Diana,” her name tore past his lips. “It wouldn’t be romantic if one consumed the other. Or if both extinguished themselves in the process.” He summoned every possibility in an attempt to distract himself from this need that threatened to become unmanageable.
Her hands were at his waist, fumbling at the buttons of his falls.
“What if that’s what the stars want?” She whispered. “What if they want to consume one another?”
“You want to be consumed?” Her body, her taste, and her spirit possessed him.
“Or perhaps I’m the one who’ll do the consuming?” she said.
His cock sprang from his trousers into her searching hands. There had to be some equation that could save him from this, but his mind was a vacuum of nothingness—his body forfeiting everything.
To Diana.
My Diana.
He lifted and positioned her. There was no logic to this. No rationale. No discipline or purpose. Had this been inevitable since the moment they’d waltzed? No wonder the dance had once been considered scandalous.
Or had he wanted her before that? When she’d mesmerized him by dancing around the almost empty ballroom, lost in a world of her own?
She teased him with her opening, trusting him implicitly.
With her taste lingering in his mouth, he watched his cock hover at her entrance and then, with a growl, lowered her an inch, then another. She felt so good.
This felt so good—the merging of their bodies like a collision of two celestial worlds—two worlds that had no business colliding. It ought to be impossible—they ought to be impossible.
“Zeke,” her sweet breath teased his nostrils, and he opened his eyes to find her staring into his.
Not so much as blinking, he slowly lowered her weight onto him, stretching her inside, invading the most intimate part of this woman.
Her pupils grew, darkening her eyes.
“Are you consuming me?” Greys whispered.
“I don’t know.” Her voice caught on her answer. Her hands cradled the sides of his face.
“More?” he asked. She wasn’t yet fully seated, but she hadn’t flinched or cried out.
Hiding nothing, she nodded.
She was foolish in her bravery. But also wonderfully wicked and… more stunning than anything he’d ever seen. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips shining and parted, her hair tumbling around her face.
He wanted nothing more than to consume this woman. If he couldn’t do that, he’d be consumed by her.
“Zeke,” her voice shivered.
He’d never been with a virgin. She was his now—but only because she’d claimed him first.
She’d invaded his mind, his body, his soul.
And his heart.
“Does it hurt?” He wanted to move, to reach higher. He wanted her to ride him until the friction pushed them both into oblivion. But from this moment forward. Diana came first.
She closed her eyes, her head falling forward and her hair catching in his whiskers. “It’s lovely,” she breathed.
Greys gripped her sides, assisting the roll of her hips. Of course, this woman would follow her body’s desires. Greys thrust up, and she gasped.
