“Did the candles tip you off?” she teased, hooking another button as she stepped toward him.
Eclipse shook his head. “I can smell you.”
A shiver ran down her spine.
She was about to tease him with something else, but the words died on her tongue when he surged forward, pinning her against the four-sided, waist-high dresser in the center of the closet. Orianna had enough breath to giggle, but then that disappeared when he lifted her up and set her on the smooth marble top. There was no romance associated with his actions—he was far too intent for that—but she was absolutely fine with the whole caveman thing. Based on the hungry expression on his face, foreplay was about to ensue, and there was no reason to hold him back.
Orianna shrieked when he gripped her calves and lifted her legs, spreading them wide. She was forced to put her hands behind her to keep from sliding on the smooth surface, and when she did, Eclipse took full advantage, his mouth finding her hot, aching sex.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, easing onto her back and offering herself up to that exquisite tongue of his.
It was then she realized there was a mirror on the ceiling. A freaking mirror.
Holy shit. The scene that appeared there—her on her back, Eclipse’s dark head between her legs—that was erotic and mind-blowing.
The racy image disappeared when Orianna closed her eyes, pleasure licking at ever nerve ending, building deep within her.
Eclipse feasted on her like a starving man, licking, sucking, driving her right to the edge and over within minutes. But he didn’t stop there. No, her male made up for lost time, making her head spin with one orgasm after another until she was too sensitive for more. Only when she pleaded did he lift his head and meet her gaze. She half expected him to carry her out of the closet and into their bedroom, but he clearly had other plans.
The partially buttoned shirt that covered her was no match for him. Eclipse gripped both sides and ripped it wide, the little buttons pinging off the glass doors that protected their clothes. Then the warm suction of his mouth was on her breast, her hand speared in his mohawk so she could ensure he didn’t get away. She could tell he was working his jeans off, and she wished she’d been in a position to help, because it was taking too damn long.
When he dragged her to her feet, she squealed again, giggling as he spun her to face away from him. Before her hands caught purchase on the dresser, the shirt was tugged down her arms and left somewhere on the floor.
The floor-length mirror was directly in front of them, offering quite the view even with the dresser blocking part of the scene playing out.
“Brace yourself,sezari.”
She did and just in time. Eclipse held nothing back when he pushed deep inside her, filling her, stretching her. It was absolute perfection, and she wondered how the heck they’d managed to go nearly a week without it.
The two figures in the mirror were hotter than she’d expected, but mostly she loved watching Eclipse as he drove in deep, the sheer pleasure etched in the handsome lines of his face.
His silver stare met hers in the mirror and held for long moments while he drove them both toward that inevitable peak.
As his hips thrust against her, his hand appeared, sliding her hair back from her neck. Orianna tilted her head, never looking away as his fangs descended. He held her gaze as he leaned in, but then his eyes closed as he sank into her flesh. The orgasm was instant. It rocketed through her, making her legs weak. Thank goodness they had the furniture in the closet.
For long minutes, Eclipse took by way of feeding and gave by way of screwing deep inside her. She lost track of her orgasms as they all blended into one glorious release. When his fangs retracted from her neck and his eyes met hers once more in the mirror, her sex clenched around him.
Eclipse growled low in his throat, a warning he was close.
“Let me feel you,” she said, holding his gaze in the mirror. “Come deep inside me.”
The roar that split the air had the hair on the back of her neck standing on end as another lightning bolt struck. She watched his face, saw the moment he let himself go. He was the sexiest male she’d ever laid eyes on. More so now than even those four short months ago when they’d met. Funny because, at the time of their introduction, she’d thought no male could possibly be hotter. At some point along the way, he’d even outdone himself. Probably because she was seeing more than the attractive exterior. Beneath was just as alluring, maybe even more so.
“I love you,” she whispered.
His eyes lifted, the silver glowing brightly as they did when his emotions came to the surface. “My heart belongs to you and you alone because you are my heart.”
Orianna smiled. It was what she’d first learned to say in his language.
She leaned her head against his cheek. “And you, my sexyreuthet, are my salvation.”
Chapter Fifty-Three
“Obsidian?”
He came awake in the darkened room, his ears tuning in to see if he’d imagined someone calling his name.
“Obsidian?”
