Whiplash (Through Time 2)

She gently pushed off his chest and hurriedly covered herself. “I, I have a lot of questions about this immortality stuff, but I’ll deal with that later. First, tell me, Trevor, just how did I get this way—naked I mean?”

“I took your clothes off you, and I am sorry, love. They were ruined.”

“You took them off me? Like … piece by piece?” she asked warily.

“No, they were covered in poisonous saliva. I removed them Fae-style.” He grinned and then thought he would explode with all he felt for her. “I think the next time I remove your clothes, I would like to take them off you slowly, peeling one article off at a time … little by little …” His voice was low-throttled with an urgent need he was helpless at that moment to disguise.

“Peel them …” she murmured and shook her head at him. She put out her hand as though to stop him, but he felt the half-heartedness of her effort and reveled in the hope that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She said, however, “I need to know more about everything.”

“The only thing I want to tell you now is this,” he said and leaned forward to take her back into his arms.

This time, she did not resist, and he was filled with joy as his Jazmine Decker seemed ready, so ready to receive his kisses …

* * *

The new blood in her system was bubbling over with the intensity of a red-hot fire, its flames lapping at her sensory buttons. His laughter, his obvious joy, thrilled her, and she felt her throat constrict as she watched him.

Jazz had wanted Trevor when she was human—now, she wanted him with a desire that was feral and all-encompassing. She felt wild and almost violent with her need to hold him, touch him, have his mouth on hers.

She was oh so ready when his mouth finally closed on her lips, and something akin to a volcanic eruption of heat and pleasure burst from inside her and threatened to engulf her with mindless wanting. She parted her lips for his tongue, and when he thrust his to join with hers, she went off. She clung to him with the rocket take-off she experienced. She couldn’t believe she had climaxed just from his kiss and shuddered in his arms in the immediate aftermath.

He moaned her name, saying it with that accent of his, saying it fully as he did, and she pressed against him. She was beyond fever-pitched, and she knew he was as well.

Passion created vines of red-hot gold, Faery gold and entwined them both in uncontrollable and undeniable bonding.

She felt his hand as it moved to cup and fondle her breast, twitched at the sensation he aroused when he wildly played with her nipple. This time, she flung the quilt away from herself. She was hot, too hot to be covered.

He had with the flick of a wrist removed his leather pants and sandals, Fae-style, and she glanced over his naked body and licked her lips. His shaft was huge and pointing meaningfully at her, and she knew she had never wanted anyone like she wanted him. It was as though every nerve ending yearned to be touched by him, satisfied by only him.

Hesitation wasn’t a part of anything they did in those first moments, but he did, at some point, try and hold back as he whispered, “My sweet love, I need you to know that you make me come alive, so alive, and I have never known this feeling before … not this …”

Was he telling her he loved her?

She was immortal now. Did that make it different for him? Was it more acceptable to be with her now she was immortal? Was he able to love her now, when he couldn’t before? The notion irked her. She pushed away and said, “Is that because of what I have become?”

“No,” he scoffed. He shook his head as he brought her back into his arms and whispered, “I have loved you from the start, I have loved you because of what you were then, and I love you now because of what you will become—mine! But, my sweet Fios, now, now you and I, we can begin our forever …”

Those words sent her plunging into overdrive. She threw her arms around him again and kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his delicious mouth, taking his flavor of honey and vanilla, tasting it with a groan of satisfaction she wasn’t ashamed to allow him to hear.

Everything seemed surreal. Immortality, monsters, Dark Princes, all of it, except for Trevor of Lugh. He was her reality, he was her anchor, and she clung to him as he molded her to his hard, muscular body.

He moved his fingers over her with an expertise that sent her reeling and clamoring for more. His kisses melted into one another until she didn’t know where she was, where he began and she ended.

Her body felt like silly putty in his hands, and she gave herself to his touch. At that moment, only her ravenous need to touch him was important. She had to have him touch her. She wanted to be with him in every imaginable way.

She took his cock into her hands and started stroking it with a boldness she had never experienced before. She moved into position and began first licking its head and then its length before taking it into her mouth and sucking him hard. Pleasure filled her senses at the feel of him, and she sucked harder, faster, until he said her name right out loud. She heard the hunger in the sound and was filled with lust, love, and wild abandon.

He pulled away and laid her back on the bed so he could straddle her, fondle her, lick her nipples, and then suckle there. He murmured, his voice tinged with passion and longing, “I have been wanting you so much, little love, so much that it hurt holding back.”

“Yes, wanting, and I wanted you from the beginning,” she whispered.

He pressed hot kisses to her belly and then parted her thighs with his hand as he lowered his head there and began nibbling at her nub.

She experienced a sudden, sharp reaction and arched her back with the pleasure he gave her. His finger joined his tongue, and she shouted, “Trev … yes … Trev …” as she found sweet release once again.

He knew at once, and he grinned with pride as he came up and stroked his dick on her thighs and asked, “Are you ready for this now, sweet Fios … are you ready?”

“Hell, yes!” she answered, and he got into position, sliding the head of his shaft just inside her before waiting only for her to pump and grind for more. He gave her more then, ramming her hard and fast, moving inside her so that he found her pleasure points and catered to her needs.