She paused in the kitchen, her gaze swinging to the basement door. The heat was building, and she knew it had nothing to do with her hoofing it from one room to another. Her body longed for Eclipse’s, and she knew ignoring it would only make her insane.
Ah, damn.
Orianna opened the door to the basement, slipped inside, and carefully maneuvered down the rickety stairs. It was dark, save for a glimmer of light coming from Miklós’s laptop over in the far corner. Part of her had expected to find all three of them passed out cold, sleeping because it was daytime and that was when the mansion usually went into dream mode.
“Is everything all right?” Eclipse’s voice came from the alcove beneath the stairs.
The glow of his eyes was what she used to see by. “Yes.”
“You’ve been pacing,” he said, motioning for her to join him.
She took his hand, allowed him to guide her down onto his lap. She straddled his extended legs, sliding her hands over his rock-hard chest, up to the warm skin of his neck. Just touching him settled something within her even as it fanned the flames on her libido.
“My mother’s finally asleep and I’ve been keeping an eye out for my father.”
His warm hands caressed her face gently, as though he’d missed her in the short time she’d been away from him. His touch soothed while, at the same time, sending her heart into a gallop. It was insane how much she wanted him, how desperate she could feel. When he guided her head toward his, Orianna shifted, angling so her lips could find their mate. She loved how she fit against him, how perfect it felt to be in his arms, as though he’d been made just for her.
Eclipse’s kiss was gentle but persistent. She could taste his hunger, and it started that familiar hum beneath her skin. The way he penetrated her with his tongue, slipping inside, grazing hers. Reverent, sweet, but underneath was an undeniable hunger. She relished the moments they could do this. Make out like teenagers, hands roaming, tongues dancing. The amount of time she’d been with him felt more like years than mere weeks, every passing hour solidifying her feelings for him to the point she could no longer see a life without him in it.
When he pulled back, his hands went to her face, holding her so she was peering into his eyes.
I need you, Orianna.
She heard the words in her mind, knew he was projecting them there.
Despite the fact her body was clearly on board, her brain shifted to Magnar and Miklós, who were on the other side of the room, probably not even ten yards away.
Do you trust me,sezari?
Of course she did.
Orianna nodded, held his stare.
Take off your shirt.
Giving herself over to Eclipse was easy. She did trust him. Not only with her body but also with her heart.
It still felt taboo because there were others nearby, but Orianna couldn’t refuse his request. She pulled back enough to do as he asked, loving the way his silver eyes glowed as he watched her. Without him having to ask, she discarded her bra as well.
A soft rumble escaped him as his eyes caressed her like a physical touch. His approval was what she longed for, and when he gave it so freely, Orianna knew she was lost, completely and totally done for.
His eyes shifted to her face momentarily before he cupped her breasts and lifted them. His lips met hers as he teased, his big hands kneading, plumping, sending her nerve endings toward an inevitable riot. He kissed her lips, then glided them over her jaw, her neck, lower. A gasp escaped her when his tongue glided over one nipple, then the other. Orianna sucked in air, the warmth of his mouth making chills dance over her skin. It took effort not to cry out when he nipped her with his teeth, but she could do nothing to stop the rasp of her breaths. Eclipse feasted on her breasts for long, delicious minutes while Orianna ran her fingers over the shorn hair at the sides of his head.
He paused long enough to instruct her to remove her leggings, which she did awkwardly as she straddled his thighs, her breasts still pressed to his mouth. Eclipse assisted, dragging the stretchy fabric down her thighs, making it easier for her to get them off.
“Panties, too,” he whispered.
Her eyes widened, fear that Miklós or Magnar would know what they were doing.
“They can’t see or hear us now,sezari.”
Orianna wasn’t sure how he managed that, but she wasn’t about to question him.
When she was naked, he resumed laving her, licking and sucking her nipples, working her into a frenzy until she was desperate for him. He continued to torment and tease while she freed the button on his jeans, but that was as far as she could go because of his position. Thankfully, Eclipse took over, shoving his jeans down while she yanked his shirt up.
She was in awe of his hard body. All that sleek, bronze skin stretched over so much muscle and sinew. He was perfection, all smooth planes and hard angles. She recalled all those hours spent in his bed, her hands wandering and roaming, exploring.
“Ride me,sezari,” he whispered against her ear. “I need to be inside you.”
