Soft curves pressed against hard planes.
Hot, mingling breaths and a wild, escalating desire that had both of them shaking with the depth of their mutual need.
Micah brought her over to the large bed and followed her down onto the mattress. He stroked her gorgeous face, then let his fingers trail along her shoulder and onto the beautiful terrain of her body.
Her touch moved all over him too. He shuddered at the feather-light feel of her fingertips as she traced hisdermaglyphs, anticipation wringing him as tight as a coil as her exploration continued downward, where the thick jut of his erection rose between them.
Her grasp wrapped around his shaft and he bit off a guttural curse at the arrow of pleasure that shot through him. Then she began to stroke him, her fingers moving from root to tip, making his blood surge in his veins.
He took her mouth in a hungry kiss, bucking his hips in time with the tormenting tempo of her caress. He slid his hand down her silky curves and over the pliant angles of her body, memorizing every velvet inch of her on his way to the juncture of her thighs.
She sucked in a sharp breath as he slid his touch over the delicate patch of dark curls between her thighs. She was drenched for him already, her clit a tight knot at the top of her tender folds. He moved his thumb in teasing circles over her flesh, then slipped one finger inside her.
She moaned and arched as he penetrated her, her tender walls constricting around his finger as he teased her with what was yet to come.
“You feel so soft and wet,” he uttered thickly. “Fuck, I need to taste you.”
Shifting lower on the bed, he moved between her legs and spread her open for his hungry gaze. Her sex glistened, as ripe and succulent as a peach.
On a growl, he lowered his head and took her juicy sweetness into his mouth. Where his fingers had been a moment ago, now it was his tongue drinking in every tender part of her, savoring every nuance of her pleasure.
He didn’t let up until she came, her throaty cry exploding out of her as she shuddered and broke against his mouth.
He could have devoured her all night, but his own needs were a demand he could no longer deny. He moved so he was kneeling between her parted thighs, her legs wrapped around him. She stared at him with pleasure-drunk eyes, her hands reaching for his stiff cock.
She stroked him with both hands, her touch as greedy and possessive as her immortal gaze.
“Please,” she gasped jaggedly. “I need you to fuck me now, Micah.”
He wasn’t about to make her ask twice.
Shifting position, he covered her with his body and entered her slowly, pushing all the way to the hilt in one long stroke. She sucked in her breath as he filled her, then moaned in protest as he began to withdraw.
Together they watched their bodies joining, then their eyes found each other and locked as they settled into a deep, perfectly matched rhythm.
“You’re mine,” he growled as he rocked into her. “I’ve known it all along. Even fate knows you’re mine, Phaedra.”
“Yes,” she answered, her gaze fearless and without a shred of reservation as she stared up at him. “I never knew it was possible to love someone so deeply, so quickly. But I do, Micah. I love you.”
It was more than he was prepared for her to say. Everything about this woman was more than he was prepared for. She was his. God help her, but he belonged to her too.
On a low growl, he took her mouth in a rough kiss. Passion had him in flames now. He was savage with the possessive need that swamped him. He was ravenous with thirst for this woman.
His woman.
As they kissed and moved together, he could hear the strong beat of her pulse ticking at the side of her neck. The sound grew, filling his head as he pounded into the welcoming heat of her body.
Christ, the temptation of that vein was too close to his mouth, too close to his fangs, which throbbed with the demand that he make her his in the most primal, permanent way he could.
On a curse, he broke their kiss and turned his head away from her, his breath heaving.
Phaedra’s hands lit tenderly on both sides of his face.
Slowly, she brought his blazing amber gaze back to her. Understanding simmered in her shining golden eyes. “I want it too, Micah.”
His reply was wordless, just a rough snarl of warning. She shook her head, her stare locked on him.
“I want this. I want you to do it.” She tilted her head, giving him full access to the delicate column of her neck. “Drink from me.”
