Once she had, he prowled back up the length of her, kissing a hot trail to her parted lips. Her head was turned, her lids closed as she spiraled down from the crest of her climax.
“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he ordered her in a voice that was thick for the presence of his fangs. “I want to see your face when I make you come this next time.”
Her gaze locked with his as he positioned his cock and slowly, inch by inch, pushed inside her to the hilt.
CHAPTER 18
He felt so good inside her, she nearly wept from the pleasure of it.
Willow wasn’t a virgin, but the handful of casual, often awkward, times she’d been with other men had left her somewhat ambivalent about the whole notion of sex. Being with Razor was a revelation, least of all for the fact that he was Breed—although it was impossible to ignore that fact as she held his fiery amber stare while he rocked in and out of her body.
The glow of his irises and the narrowed slits of his pupils was a hypnotic combination, one that would have terrified her only a week ago but now only added to the intensity of her arousal for him. All the harsh, ruggedly handsome angles of Razor’s face and square jaw looked wilder in his passion, leaving no room for doubt that he was something other than human, something much more than mortal.
Thedermaglyphsthat covered his shoulders, arms, and torso swirled and churned with deep colors. Darkest indigo, rich wine, and molten gold pulsed along the intricate arcs and tangles of his Breed skin markings. She’d never seen anything so extraordinary. Everywhere she touched hisglyphstheir heat and mesmerizing, changeable colors tingled against her fingertips.
She couldn’t stop touching him, drinking in every intoxicating nuance of him. Power radiated from every magnificent inch of Razor’s body, all of it concentrated on her, on her pleasure. He was an unstoppable force, a formidable being who was also the sexiest man she’d ever known.
And his fangs . . . those sharp white points had never seemed longer, more lethal than they did now. Yet Willow felt no fear to see them poised only inches from her throat.
Far from it.
Some visceral, unfamiliar part of her stirred awake with hunger inside her as she held on to Razor and watched him move above her. His body was a perfect fit for hers, his otherworldly gaze cleaving into her soul with each consuming stroke of his hips against hers.
“God, you feel good,” he uttered through clenched teeth and fangs. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been wanting this . . . wanting you.”
Pleasure licked through every fiber of her being as his tempo intensified. Longing for something she couldn’t quite name kindled deep in her core as she watched the torment brew and rage in his transformed eyes.
She’d tried to put on a brave front with him moments ago, claiming she didn’t want anything more from him than just tonight. Part of it was true. She wasn’t going to expect anything permanent or meaningful from him. That didn’t mean she didn’t want it. It didn’t mean she didn’t want . . .him.
Dare she believe the fierce light in his eyes when he looked at her now? Could she trust the fevered, possessive words he growled as he pushed her toward the steep edge of her release?
It was an intoxicating combination, especially for her, having been born into her twin’s shadow. Razor made her feel as if no other woman existed for him, not only now, with their naked bodies entwined and moving together in matched, urgent rhythm on the bed, but every time he looked at her.
She was falling fast, with no net waiting to catch her.
A low groan vibrated through him as he plunged ever deeper, each thrust catapulting her higher and higher.
“Oh, God,” she gasped out brokenly. “Don’t stop.”
His irises flared brighter at her command. “Not a chance.”
He lowered his head and took her mouth in a consuming, dizzying kiss as he surged forward with a barrage of relentless strokes that seemed to drive all the way to her soul.
She couldn’t hold back her cry as her climax broke. The depth of her bliss shattered her into what felt like a million starlit pieces. Every cell in her body felt electric and weightless.
As much as she wanted to close her eyes at the astonishing intensity, there was no tearing her gaze away from the fire building to a crescendo in Razor’s amber irises. He drew back to watch her come, still moving inside her like a storm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he grated out harshly. “Christ, I knew you would be. But you’re even more than I imagined.”
Willow stared up at him, still trembling from the power of her release. Each hard thrust of his hips stoked the embers of an insatiable hunger within her. She gave in to it, reaching up to grip the back of his neck and drag him down for her kiss.
He moaned into her mouth, meeting her with equal passion.
When her legs came up around his hips to urge him deeper, the sound he made was unearthly and dark, filled with a hunger that seemed to match her own. He drove into her with abandon then, until pleasured tears filled her eyes and another release sent her flying.
He came on a coarse shout, clutching her close and thrusting hard.
They lay there entwined for some time, stroking each other’s sweat-sheened bodies. Willow could barely hold back her soft cry of protest when she felt him start to move from atop her.
