Shadow Warrior (Shadow Riders 4)

She was. Her breath came in frantic pants. Her hips pushed back at him equally as hard as he surged into her. The rhythm was perfect. He didn’t want it to end for either of them.

“Yes. Yes.” She whispered it to him, gasping her surrender.

He reached one last time for the chain and tugged. His smack, spreading the fire across her nerve endings, sent her over the edge. Her body clamped down so tightly on his he thought his cock would never survive. Her muscles grasped with sheets of fire, kneading and milking every last drop of his seed from him. He felt the release like a vicious explosion, brutal but beautiful, perfection itself.

She collapsed down on her elbows, her entire body shuddering with pleasure. He let himself fall over top of her but kept his weight from crushing her to the mattress. When he could breathe again, her stroked caresses over her buttocks. “Roll over, gattina, let me get those clamps off of you.”

He helped her, his hands at her waist, rolling her under him. He bent his head to capture her mouth. “It will feel like fire, Grace, but I’ve got you.” Very gently he took the clamp from her right nipple and replaced it with his mouth, soothing the burn with his tongue.

She caught at him, her pulse pounding, her gaze clinging to his as if he could get her through anything. Her sheath rippled with a huge aftershock, grasping and milking his spent cock. The feeling was unbelievable.

“Bad?” he asked, needing to know. It hadn’t felt like it. Fresh hot liquid had bathed his cock, scalding him.

She shook her head. “Once your mouth was there, and combined with the very shocking effects, I’d have to say no.”

He didn’t hesitate, but removed the other clamp, using his mouth to ease the burning ache. The same thing happened, the hot explosion around his cock, her body clamping down in waves, reacting to the fire around her nipples.

He kissed his way up to her mouth and settled there. “I’m so in love with you, Grace.” The emotion, at times, was overwhelming. Every time she touched him, kissed him, gave herself to him, she did so with complete surrender. She trusted him enough to talk to him about anything. He needed that from her and she gave it to him.

He liked doing for her, but she didn’t just take from him. She saw to his every need, making sure he had everything he wanted in his home just right. He wasn’t certain how she managed when some days she worked late to plan other people’s weddings and parties. They weren’t small parties. KB Events planned major functions. Once it was known that Grace was his fiancée and a partner, they were flooded with far more work than they could handle.

He cleaned them both carefully and put the jewelry back in its case. She rolled over onto her side, propping up her head. “Is that thing real? As in diamonds and gold?”

“Would I get you anything less?” He put the case in a cupboard where he had a small selection of toys and jewelry he wanted to try with her in time.

“I wore it for fifteen minutes or less. You can’t spend that kind of money for something I’m going to wear for a super short period of time.”

“You’ll wear it longer.”

Her eyebrow shot up, but he was rewarded with the full body flush that told him she was interested.

“Do you like the idea?”

“It feels very sexy. I like the way your eyes light up,” she conceded.

That was his Grace, honest all the way. “It is sexy,” he said. “It’s sexy because I ask you to try something for me and you do it. Then you lie there, diamonds and gold dripping off you and I want to eat you alive.” He handed her a bottle of cold water. “Drink. You need to stay hydrated.”

He told her that often. She meditated with him. She worked out. She ran now, although she definitely didn’t enjoy running yet, it was her least favorite activity. They swam together. And they often had sex several times a day. She never complained. Most of the time she looked excited or eager to partner him on his workouts. He was teaching her to drive both offensively and defensively. She especially liked those lessons, although more often than not, they ended up in the back seat together.

“I’ll be very happy to hear about our wedding plans in the morning, bella.” He slid onto the bed and she rolled over to drape her chest and head over his lap. Her silky hair slid over his naked thighs and he stroked a caress over the back of her head.

“I’ll be very happy to tell you all about them, Vittorio. I want to make certain you’re in agreement with everything and feel comfortable.” She traced little circles on his belly, her chin on his lap as she looked up at him with her green eyes.