His dark light lifts more sand, sending it stroking across my chest, up and around my neck, flowing across my lips, leaving sweetness on the tip of my tongue.
Within seconds, the honeyed strands are warming my skin like his fingertips, warm ribbons flowing across me, tightening and releasing, finding every pleasure point in my body until I’m no longer able to tell what’s up and down, only that every aching muscle is relaxing. And tightening again. And relaxing again.
And tightening.
The keeper buries his head between my legs, his tongue pushing my senses to breaking point. And then further than I thought possible.
I try to steady my ragged breathing and delay the crash that’s coming, but it’s impossible.
The orgasm sweeps over me in a rush of heat, lifting me and crashing me down in hot waves that extend for long moments.
It feels like it could last forever, but I come back to myself far too soon, my mind and body flooding with awareness.
An awareness that’s fueled by a basic but overwhelming, need.
I wrench against the honeyed strands that have slowed their flow across me. They crumble back into grit the moment I push against them, a wash of sand rushing off my torso.
I wrench my legs off the keeper’s shoulders, twist, and come up in a crouch.
He remains kneeling, watching me warily now. “My Veda?”
“It wasn’t enough,” I snarl. “I need more.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
There’s a storm inside me and at its heart is a desperate, physical need. Far more intense than it was before.
Across from me, the keeper breaks into a dark smile.
Then he moves at a flash.
I gasp as his arms close around me and he pulls me up against him, wrapping my legs around his hips. The press of his hard length within his underpants meets my core, and I want more of it.
Now.
Before I know it, he’s striding in the direction of the water.
“First, we’re washing the sand off,” he says.
I seek his neck, pressing my lips to the soft skin beneath his earlobe, my tongue hungrily meeting the tiny granules of sand that rest there. “You could do that with your magic.”
“True,” he rumbles, “but it would be much less fun.”
He wades into the water, as far as I went before. “Take a deep breath, my Veda.”
I lean back a little so he can see my face, take a deep breath, and then close my lips.
His smile broadens before he immerses us both into the waves.
I’m aware of his dark light streaming around us and the way the water doesn’t tumble us around, leaving us in a sort of calm cocoon.
My hair billows softly around my head as he runs his hands through it, then across my shoulders and down my sides, his touch soothing within the weightlessness of the water.
Not soothing enough.
I press closer to him, crushing my breasts against his chest, hooking my ankles at his back, trying to ease this need deep within me. Trying to find its source.
It’s deeper than my core. More than the physical parts of me.
