Immortal, Insatiable, Indomitable

Delight expanded through him as he surrendered to her impatience, wallowing in it as she exposed his body to her hunger.

Then he had her inside the shower stall, melding their nakedness below a steady jet of hot water, plundering her fragrant mouth in wrenching kisses, his hands seeking all her secrets, taking every license, owning every inch. He brought her to another orgasm around his fingers, before going down on his knees and draping her legs over his shoulders. She wantonly plastered her back to the steamy tiles, arched her hips at him, opening herself wide for his devouring. He suckled and tongued her to two more orgasms, growling like a beast as he drank her overflowing pleasure.

When he finally let her melt off his shoulders, she hugged him around the hips and engulfed his erection, what she could of it, in her mouth.

He’d never enjoyed giving or receiving oral sex. Seemed that was because it hadn’t been her sex he was devouring, or her mouth that was devouring his. He’d never felt such a purity of desire from a woman as she delighted in his texture and taste. The look of blissful voracity that adorned her face as her lips wrapped around his girth, murmuring and moaning her pleasure, soon had him stripped down to his savage male component, blind with lust, with the need to dominate his female completely.

He still tried to pull away when he felt his seed about to burst from his loins. She keened in protest, dug her fingers hard in his buttocks, kept him lodged inside her mouth. And he climaxed in torrents of scalding come, the pleasure agonizing as he watched her drinking him.

When she’d made sure she’d drained him to the last drop, she reluctantly slipped his intact hardness out of her mouth, pressed her flushed, wet face to his thigh. “You feel and smell and taste incredible, addictive. Another Lokian power?”

Something ugly slithered down his spine. The thought that another Lokian might appeal to her, arouse her as much.

But no. Her lust was specific to him. Just as his was to her. He knew it.

He dragged her to her feet, crashed his lips on hers, drove inside the fount of her taste in ferocious rhythm. She clung to him, lips and limbs. He pressed her against the slippery wall, wrenched her thighs open around his hips and plunged inside her. By now he knew she craved his aggressiveness, could accommodate him, even if barely, that the edge of pain only made her pleasure more explosive.

She screamed his name with his every slam inside her fluid heat, clung to him harder, opening wider, demanding that he take everything, do everything to her, hold nothing back.

They exploded into orgasm together. He jetted inside her with almost his full strength behind each thrust as she smashed herself against him, her muscles a convulsive vice around his cock, milking him dry as ecstasy tore through her, pushed them both into a seizure of devastating release.

A long, long time later, he set her back on her feet, supported her when her legs buckled, lathered and rinsed her lushness, and licked and suckled her to another soothing orgasm. He was addicted to her taste and pleasure already. And he mustn’t even think it. This ended tonight.

But the night still had many hours. He’d use up every second.

He gathered her, wet and sated, took her back to the bedroom.

He threw her on the bed, watching her bounce on it in a sinuous arch of sensual madness. Desire roared at full blast all over again.

He crawled on all fours over her, looked down at her as she spread herself for his exploitation and pleasuring.

“Now, Kara. Now I take you as you should be taken, on a bed worthy of your satin flesh, servicing your magnificent body until it is numb with pleasure.”

She opened her thighs for him, hooked her ankles around his waist. “You did that when you had nothing to work with but a narrow wall, a cramped bench and a slippery shower stall. So don’t knock uncomfortable and inconvenient.”

“My apologies.” He cupped her buttocks, mounted her, smiled into the emerald fire and desire that were her eyes. “But for the rest of the night, you’ll have to put up with comfort and convenience with your pleasure.”

“Oh, that works, too. I’d put up with anything at all as long as I can have your magnificence.”

“You have it all, my glorious Kara.”

He rode her for hours this time, in every position. And as promised, he made her come all over him in each. The fiercest had been this last time, when he’d had her on her side as he took her from the back, stroking her with his fingers at once. As she seized and shook, he finally joined her in the depths of pleasure, poured the fuel of his come on hers.

He wanted more, but she was finally too drained, too replete, to arouse again. He remained buried inside her, turned her head, drowned them both in a leisurely mating of mouths until she drew a fraction away, her swollen lips spreading in a smile of bone-deep satisfaction.

“Overachiever.” Her voice cracked, shivered down his every supercharged nerve. “You far surpassed your promised projections. I lost count of how many times I came. I think I’ve lost the ability to move ever again, too.”

He almost said he’d crammed too much in too little time, since this one night was all they’d have.

He didn’t. He wouldn’t shatter the perfection by bringing up an end that was still a few hours away.

He pulled her back into him, contained her body in the curve of his and counted her breaths as she fell asleep.

He debated falling asleep himself.

Should he waste his remaining time with her sleeping?

But this would be the one time he could sleep with her in his arms.