Slave to the Night (The Brotherhood 2)

She came to stand just a few inches apart, pulled his shirt over his head while he watched with a look of amusement. When her itchy palms settled on his bare chest, the same throbbing sensation that had accompanied her release pulsed in her core.

A pleasurable hum escaped from his lips. "What do you intend to do now?"

Her only coherent thought was that she needed to feel him. She needed to feel full with him. Only him.

She swallowed down her nerves.

This would be the last time.

"I need you, Elliot." She caressed his chest, the dusting of dark hair tickling her palms. "I cannot wait. There's no time." Her breath came in short pants as she fiddled with the buttons on his breeches. Her fingers felt numb. She didn't have the strength push the buttons through the holes. Frustration surfaced. "I can't do it."

Elliot looked at her and smiled. "Shush." He stroked her cheek, ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "Let me do it."

Feeling a desperate need to hurry, she got to work on the buttons on her dress. Before she began untying her stays, he was already gloriously naked. Magnificently aroused.

"Quick, untie me." She flapped her hands frantically, for no other reason than to speed up the process.

"Love. What's the rush?" he said freeing her until the only thing standing between them was a thin chemise. "We have all the time in the world."

There was no time.

Time had run out for them.

Throwing her chemise to th

e floor, she threw herself into his arms. The feel of his body touching hers caused the throbbing to return.

"Don't wait, Elliot."

She claimed his mouth as though she was gasping for air. He made no objection and soon settled in with the wild, erratic pace. Their moans and groans were loud, littered with mumbled curses. Their hands were everywhere, the need to touch sparking an excited frenzy.

Elliot pulled away with a gasp, swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

When his body covered hers, she felt no fear, only rapturous joy.

Strangely, she wanted to feel squashed by the weight of him; she wanted his body to surround her, to push her down into the mattress until she could hardly breathe.

He took her mouth instantly, their tongues soon lost in deep exploration. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, squeezing his firm buttocks when she felt the length of his arousal against her inner thigh. He must have interpreted the sign as a need to heighten her pleasure as he trailed kisses along the column of her neck, moving lower still, edging down.

"No," she gasped using the muscles in her legs to hold him in position. This time, she needed to join with him, to feel the soul-deep connection she knew existed between them. "I need you inside me," she added shamelessly, almost choking on the words. There was no time left for modesty.

Elliot practically roared in response and nudged her legs wider. "You make me insane with need."

He entered her in one long, deep, delicious thrust.

Their mutual hum of appreciation rang out through the room. The muscles in her core drew him in, hugged him tight, never wanting to let him go.

Remember this, she said to herself, knowing she would revisit the moment many times in her dreams. Remember the smell and taste of his skin. Remember what it feels like to be so in love nothing else matters.

With him buried so deep, the pace shifted.

The urgency subsided, as though they were both where they needed to be, where they belonged. She felt him withdraw only to fill her again, sliding slowly, the sensual movement sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. Rolling his hips to rub against her, he stared deep into her eyes, letting her see the pleasure on his face, giving her everything of himself.

Her love for him burst through her like a bright beacon. But she could not let the words fall from her lips. Instead, she wrapped her legs more firmly around him, poured every ounce of feeling into mirroring his motions to heighten the sensation.

Every slow thrust drew her closer to the heavenly place. But she wanted to hover on the brink, to prolong the moment.

"Oh, God, Grace. I … I can't wait."