CHAPTER TWELVE
Eos was a mass of molten desire. Her veins thrummed with it, her skin tingled. Dathan’s mouth ran down her spine, his hands shaping her sides, his thumbs rubbing in circles.
She was going to combust. His touch was electric. All thoughts were driven from her head. She wanted the pleasure, she wanted him.
His mouth teased the top of her ass and her legs shifted restlessly. Her control was slipping away, her mind lost to thoughts of anything but his touch, his kisses, the pleasure.
“Mmm, I love your skin.” He urged her down and turned her over. He nipped at her belly. “Tastes sweet.”
She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.
“But you know what I find most attractive about you?”
Eos opened her eyes, looking up at him crouched over her body, a smile on his lips. “What?”
“That nimble, agile mind of yours.” He pressed a kiss to her hip bone, tongue laving in a promise of things to come. “But I think I’ll enjoy watching you turn it off for a bit just as much.” He lowered his head.
The hot shock of his mouth on her thigh made her mind empty in a rush. He pushed her legs apart and then his mouth was on her. She reared up, but his hands held her in place. He lapped at her, his tongue stabbing deep.
“Dathan.” Her cry echoed in the desert night. She couldn’t believe the pleasure-drenched voice was hers.
He continued caressing her, not letting up, until she writhed on the blanket, her body no longer under her control. She was his to play as he pleased.
“Stop thinking, Eos.” He nipped her upper thigh.
The sharp sting just added to her rising desire. When his mouth flicked over her clit, working her hard, everything inside her contracted to a tight point. Then she splintered apart.
But even after her orgasm, desire still rode her, common for her people. She reared up and pushed Dathan backward. She straddled his thighs, her fingers working at the fastening of his trousers.
He laughed in delight. “We have all night, sweetheart.”
“I need you now. Inside me.”
His smile melted away, leaving only raw desire on his face. “I’m all yours.”
Then his thick erection was spilling into her hands, hot and hard. She stroked her hands along his length, reveling in his groans.
She wanted him inside her, wanted to ride him into oblivion. But first she wanted to taste him. Scooting back on his strong thighs, she lowered her head.
“Jesus.” A heartfelt groan.
She circled the broad head of his cock, sucking him into her mouth. He bucked beneath her, his hands clamping in her hair. Vedian women were well versed in pleasuring men, an ancient tradition they took pride in. A pleasured man led to a pleasured woman.
She worked him hard, with long strokes and quick flicks of her tongue. She felt his lean body tensing more and more.
“Eos—”
Sitting up, she straddled him. His cock brushed her where she was hot and damp, then she was sinking onto him, taking him deep. They both froze. He was lodged deeply inside her, his hands clamping down on her hips.
“You feel so damn good,” he groaned.
She wasn’t sure anyone had filled her so thoroughly. For the first time, she felt closer to a person than ever before. She felt a strange sense of completion.
Then she started to move. Urged on by the dull throb of desire burning low in her belly, she found a fast, unforgiving rhythm. Dathan liked it, his hands urging her on, his body harder than steel beneath her.
“God, don’t stop.” He reared up, his hands sliding into her hair. “Don’t ever stop.”
Their gazes caught. She rode him as he stared deep into her eyes. She felt the roar of her orgasm growing and a tingle of fear edging beneath it.
