Shadow Storm (Shadow Riders 6)

“Woman, you’ll make me very, very happy no matter what.”

She laughed. “That’s true.”

She knelt at his feet, looking neither shy nor submissive. She looked powerful and sexy although a little battered with her black-and-purple breasts. She placed her hands on his thighs and leaned into him, her tongue licking at his balls, as if she might feast there. The way she did that, lapping with her tongue, stroking caresses, swirling them and then moving to the base of his cock, sliding her tongue right up his shaft to the underside of the broad crown where the sensitive vee was, nearly took the top of his head off.

Emmanuelle took her time, working his cock, getting him wet her way, teasing him, making him so hot for her he nearly took over, but then her mouth engulfed him, her lips stretching wide and he lost his ability to breathe for a minute. She was incredible.

He loved her. It was that simple. He fucking loved her. He had to give her something before he couldn’t think straight, and that was happening fast.

“The more the ropes go on, supposedly the more we’re tied together on a molecular level. I thought that was silly until I realized our nerve endings were tied together. There was the music in our bodies. Then I started experimenting, calling to you. Thinking about calling to you. I know you heard me a few times. You refused to answer, but you did tell me to shut the hell up very emphatically. Every time I saw you no matter how far away you were, if I could position my shadow near yours, I went after it.”

She lifted her head, his cock sliding out of her mouth. She glared at him. “You’re such a selfish bastard.”

He was. He fisted her hair and yanked her head back. “Open your mouth.”

She kept glaring. He caught her jaw in his other hand and applied pressure, pulling her head back even more by her hair. Still glaring, although there was a hint of laughter in her eyes, she opened her mouth, albeit slowly, making him very aware it was her choice. He pushed his cock deep. She closed her lips around his wide shaft and sucked hard, her tongue lashing him.

He nearly went up on his toes. His eyes wanted to roll back in his head. Hot flames licked down his spine. There was no way to think. To tell her anything. Not when her mouth was taking him to another world, where blood and death didn’t exist. Where he hadn’t been created to be a monster.

Emmanuelle made him feel like a man. A good man. She worshiped him. She worshiped him with her body. Her mouth. That mouth. No one controlled her. Not even him, as much as he wanted to think he could. Emme made her choices, and he was her choice. This was her choice. To love him. To give him a reason to survive in the middle of a world of blood and violence. A reason to keep going.

Val managed to open his eyes just enough to look down at her. On her knees willingly. Lips stretched around his cock. Willingly. Eyes looking up at him. So blue. Filled with love. For him. His gut twisted. His heart came apart. Went from his chest into hers. She took him deep. So deep. Eyes on him. Liquid. Struggling to breathe. Giving him that. Giving him her surrender so he could have paradise.

He could feel the rumbling through his body like a fucking volcano, a boiling in his balls, the roaring of hot blood rushing through his veins just like lava. “Emme.” He had to warn her. He’d already taken her three times, yet he knew he was going to blow again. He shouldn’t have been able to, but her mouth was driving him insane, creating an insatiable lust he couldn’t control.

Instead of pulling off him, she took him deep, the tunnel constricting the hard length of him. Unable to resist, he gripped her hair on either side of her head and let himself push deeper, watching her eyes. Thrusting. Feeling the euphoria. Letting it take him as he detonated. Letting her take him. Rockets went off. He held her there while she struggled to take every last drop for him.

She pulled back, and he let her go, his hands gentle, massaging her scalp. He could barely stand, his legs shaky. Only Emmanuelle could do that to him. Thankfully, the bed was one step behind him, and he could lean against it. She continued to kneel on the floor just looking up at him. His hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb sliding over her soft skin because he couldn’t resist.

“Everything about you is beautiful, Emmanuelle. Everything. I missed you so much. I especially missed how you make me feel.”