Her hand found his hair, tightening around the strands. Her thighs clenched on either side of his head. He played her like an instrument, using teeth and tongue and fingers until her soft heady gasps filled the clearing.
The taste of her release was the sweetest morsel of all. He could die between these thighs.
But he had plenty more living to do first.
He rode with her through her release, until her trembling subsided and her gasps quieted. He wiped his face on the soft skin of her inner thigh and crawled up her taut, muscular body. She watched him with hooded eyes as his lips closed around a nipple, her mouth parting when he gently nipped.
“It’s your night,nio,” he murmured against her skin. “But I want nothing more than to be inside you. So how will you have me?”
Mariah was still for a moment before gripping the back of his head, pulling him up to her face. His cock nudged her slick entrance, and he hissed when her hand wrapped around the length.
“Just like this,” she said in that husky, pleading voice.
Who was he to deny her?
He pushed slowly inside, and he swore his vision blurred.
She took all of him so fucking well, like she was made just for him. His hands wrapped around the strands of her dark hair, his tongue licking up the column of her throat.
He moved, and she moved, and they moved together. The world became nothing more than sweet oblivion. Moonlight caressed his back, her nails dug into his shoulders, the mewls slipping from her throat better than any music.
Her eyes fluttered open. An emotion too deep and impossible to describe reflected in her green eyes.
She didn’t need to describe it. He felt it, too.
“I need you closer,” she whispered. “I need youeverywhere.”
Fuck. His grip around her tightened, lips capturing hers with a low, feral growl. He pulled them both up, rocking back on his heels and keeping her pinned to his lap, still buried inside her. Deeper now.Closer.
She broke their kiss with a gasp. Her head tilted back, up to the sky and moons and stars. He kissed the curve of her neck, inhaling deep lungfuls of that scent as he moved her over him.
“Everything about you,” he murmured, “is perfect.”
“Not perfect,” she answered breathlessly. “Just yours.”
He didn’t have it in him to argue. Not when she tightened around him, her next release washing over her. His vision blackened at the sensation, the feeling, the perfection of it all.
He was close, too. He could feel it, the way pleasure was starting to coil lower down his spine. His mind was awash with moonlight and jasmine and forest green, everything around him beating in time with his heart in his chest, a chant of her name in his very soul.
Mariah. Mariah. Mariah.
He didn’t even realize she’d pushed him onto the furs until his back hit the softness. His hands found her thighs, savoring her firm and smooth skin. Through hooded eyes he watched herbrace against his legs, arching up toward the sky as she rode him.
She dropped her gaze to him, and he saw his heart reflected there.
“Your shadows,” she whispered, the flush across her chest deepening.
She didn’t need to say it twice.
His magic jumped from his skin, coiling around her legs. One tendril found her clit, so close to that place where they were joined. And the sensation of it all, of touching her all over while being seated and moving so deep inside her…
Release slammed into him just as she tightened around him again, and together they crashed off a mountaintop of feelings too deep and complicated and perfect to describe.
He didn’t know how long it took to come back to his body. Minutes? Hours?
All he knew was when he finally came to and found her collapsed on his chest, face notched into his neck, he never wanted to move.
She lifted her head, finding his gaze.
