“Not at all.” His erection flexed in her hand. “Those nights when you came to me like that … it felt amazingly real.”
“Better than this?” he asked, his hand sliding over hers, his thumb pressing that sensitive nub between her thighs.
“No. Not better than this.” Orianna moaned, letting her hand fall away as he took over teasing her flesh.
It took only a few minutes before she was worked up to the point of panting. She could feel him flexing in her hand, knew he was seeking the same thing she was.
Orianna lifted her hips, leaning forward as she guided the thick crest through her slick folds before sinking down on him. Slow and steady, allowing her body to once more get accustomed to the exquisite intrusion.
Eclipse’s head tipped back. “Orianna …sezari. Fuck, you feel good.”
She didn’t know why, but she loved that word, especially when he said it that way, almost reverently. Didn’t matter that he followed it with crude curses, that only proved how intense the moment was.
Eclipse’s hands slid up her thighs, squeezing gently as she rocked her hips forward and back, taking more of him inside her. He never rushed her, offering himself up for her pleasure, urging her to continue with the deep rumbles that escaped him. It was almost as though he was purring, and she took it as encouragement, giving her permission to let herself go.
When his hands lifted, his fingers brushing over her nipples, Orianna leaned into them, sighing as he kneaded the sensitive flesh. She began rocking faster, chasing the orgasm that seemed to stay just out of reach, pleasure crashing like waves against the rocky shoreline.
Take what you need,sezari.
Orianna locked eyes with Eclipse, held on as she willed him to continue.
I was with you then like I’m with you now. Always. Forever.
A lightning bolt of lust slammed into her as his voice sounded in her mind.
“More,” she whispered as she toppled forward. “I need more.”
Eclipse’s big hand curled behind her head as he guided her mouth to his. Their tongues twined and danced as he took control, pumping his hips up, driving into her. Orianna held herself still, loving the way he filled her completely. The urgent shift of his hips told her he was close.
Suddenly he pulled his mouth from hers and growled. “Come for me, Orianna. Let me feel you.”
The desperate plea was what set her off, her body shattering into brilliant fragments of light and energy. Her fingertips tingled as the orgasm consumed her.
A disappointed sigh escaped when Eclipse pulled out. But it didn’t last long because he flipped her onto her stomach before sliding into her from behind, driving deeper than he’d been before. Orianna gripped the sheets in her fist as he filled her to overflowing. When she felt his breath on her shoulder, she tilted her head, wanting to feel his lips on her neck, his fangs in her flesh.
His soft rumble said he knew what she was thinking.
“Please,” she whimpered, pushing back against every delicious thrust, attempting to increase the friction.
Those soft lips grazed her skin seconds before he pierced her. Once more she was flying, and the sensation was mind-blowing. Not only was she aware of him moving inside her, it felt as though they were connected on a much deeper level. Then an odd thought flitted through her mind.What does his blood taste like?
Eclipse growled roughly before he released her neck. His tongue swiped over her once, twice and then his weight lifted off her as he began plowing into her from behind. Orianna cried out as unimaginable pleasure consumed her.
She’d hoped it would never end when another orgasm barreled down on her, ignited by one final thrust of Eclipse’s hips and that deep rumble that reverberated in his chest.
Orianna relaxed into the mattress, then didn’t move a muscle. She couldn’t. Sleep pulled her under even as he remained deep inside her.
Although he’d originally rejected nearly every inviteto join the others for both the evening and morning meal, Oliver woke tonight feeling a bit different. Maybe optimistic, even.
He wasn’t sure what it was, or why he was compelled to get into the thick of things, but he couldn’t shake it. Even the twenty-minute shower hadn’t returned his shit-on-the-world attitude, and quite frankly, it was starting to bug him.
And okay, fine, maybe these people didn’t deserve his fuck-the-world bullshit. They had, after all, given him the opportunity to fit in here. Now that he wasn’t being held against his will, he could admit that he didn’t mind the angels so much. Mostly. Not that he stayed because of them. Nope, he owed that to Penelope, though he wouldn’t be the one to tell her as much.
Oliver knew he was hard on his sister, more so than she deserved, but he had his reasons. More accurately, he carried the secrets of his mother and father, the ones they pleaded with him not to tell Penelope. Despite his anger and hatred for dear old Mom and Dad, Oliver had managed to keep them to himself all these years. And he fully intended to keep right on doing so, provided one of those sneaky angels didn’t slip off into his head and uncover the cold hard truths. By keeping his distance, he ensured they didn’t have the opportunity.
“Good evening, sire,” Phillip greeted when Oliver joined the man in the kitchen.
“Evening, Phillip,” he said kindly.
