Orianna breathed him in, felt her body warming from his touch. She’d been on a constant simmer since they left the mansion several hours ago, and with every passing minute, she felt the need for him building.
“Are we safe here?” she asked, peering up at him.
His eyes locked on her face, the silver churning so beautifully.
“Safe how?”
She smiled. “For a few minutes of privacy?”
Orianna noticed the instant those words registered because his silver eyes turned molten. Probably didn’t help that she’d slipped her hands beneath his T-shirt, her palms sliding over his smooth flesh. She gave him a gentle nudge that had his back meeting the wall. They were still inside the storage room, the buttery-yellow glow from the ancient lightbulb providing the perfect ambience.
When he didn’t object, Orianna lifted his shirt higher, her lips resuming the exploration her hands had been taking seconds before.
“Sezari…”
His skin was warm against her lips as she skimmed her mouth over him. The muscles beneath flexed, hardening his abdomen.
“Just a few minutes,” she whispered, her hands shifting to the button on his jeans.
A soft thud sounded when he dropped his head back against the wall. She took that as permission to explore. Just a few minutes. That was all she needed. Some time to remind herself she was alive, and she had so much more to live for now. Just because one chapter of her life was coming to a close didn’t mean she had to wait for the next. For the first time in her life, Orianna was actually ready to move forward, to live.
“Orianna … oh, fuck,sezari.”
She smiled as she revealed the thick column of his erection. He was velvety smooth and hard as granite, a perfect combination. His breaths grew a bit labored as she continued her exploration, her lips traveling lower as she worked toward her goal. She wanted to feel him in her mouth, to taste him, to hear that rough growl that would eventually come when she took him between her lips.
Cognizant of where they were, Orianna maintained her focus, dipping her head down and licking the swollen head, his salty taste exploding on her tongue. She moaned as she opened her lips and slid them around him, easing down slowly. He didn’t rush her, one hand resting on her head, the other curled around the back of her neck as she caressed him with her lips and tongue.
In that moment, nothing existed except for the two of them and this intense heat they generated when they were together. Thanks to her conversations with Penelope, Orianna had learned a bit more about it. It was what the angels calledamnigh, a phenomenon that encompassed two souls that were destined to be together. Their need for one another was spurred by destiny, but Orianna fully believed it was more than that. She couldn’t imagine wanting anyone more than she wanted him.
Eclipse’s hips jerked forward, a deep guttural sound rumbling in his chest as she used her hand and mouth to tease and entice. She was driven by this insane need to pleasure him, to let him feel all those crazy sensations he instilled in her, to let him know she had an overwhelming desire to worship him.
“Sezari… you’re too good at that.”
His praise made her smile, but she didn’t stop her ministrations, continuing to take more of him in her mouth, her tongue exploring, laving, tormenting.
Eclipse’s hand tightened on the back of her neck, as though warning her if she continued, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. That was exactly what she was working toward, sending him over the edge, knowing she was the one who could do this to him. The only one.
“Oh, fuck …sezari… I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
The promise had her grip on him tightening as she stroked in rhythm to the suction, her mouth meeting her hand again and again. His erection pulsed and flexed, his hand tightening on her neck until…
“Fuck!”
He exploded in her mouth. Orianna doubled her efforts to drink him down, not quite ready to stop. She loved the taste and feel of him, but it was more than that. It was the intrinsic trust required between two souls to allow this sort of intimacy. Bodies could mate, that was a given. People did it every day, some without thought or regard for the repercussions. But when love was involved, when one was willing to surrender mind, body and soul to another, that was transcendent. It was the very reason Orianna didn’t fear her future anymore.
Eclipse was the one who stilled her, his hand fisting in her hair as he lifted her head. She smiled up at him, licking her lips as his silver stare pinned her in place. The world spun briefly as he switched their positions, her back meeting the wall as he leaned down, his lips finding hers. Orianna sealed her mouth to his, loving the way his tongue caressed hers even as his deft fingers quickly unbuttoned her jeans. A sharp cry escaped her when his hand dipped between her legs, his long, thick finger piercing her. Another joined as he fingered her, sending her brain spiraling.
Orianna threw her arms around his neck, holding tightly as he worked her to the edge within seconds. She held on for as long as she could, but it wasn’t long at all. Every muscle in her body tightened as her core shattered, the orgasm rocking her on her very foundation. It wasn’t about her physical being, either. No, Eclipse had the ability to reach the very heart of her spiritual existence.
When she relaxed, his hand curled around her neck, his tongue still stroking inside her mouth, his lips softened as a smile pulled at both their mouths.
She forced her eyes open when he pulled back. His were glowing brightly, something she’d started noticing more lately. It seemed the closer they got—both physically and emotionally—the more brilliant the light became.
“What do you say we take this back to our bed?” he suggested, his words a rough rasp that stirred more than her desire for him.
Ourbed.
She liked the sound of that.
