Dark Challenge. Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 5

Julian moved then, his knee parting her thighs to give him access. For just a moment as he lifted himself above her, he stared down into her dark, beautiful eyes. It was impossible to believe, even now, with her lying, waiting, beneath him, her body crying out for his, that she truly belonged to him. He caught her hips firmly in his hands and thrust deeply, burying himself completely in her tight, hot sheath. He heard the breath slam from his lungs at the intensity of completeness, her body tight and hot around his. He began to move then, long, hard, sure strokes, his hips surging forward, over and over, each time trying to bury himself deeper. She was surrounding him with heat and fire, a velvet sheath that locked him to her, that allowed them to become one, as they were meant to be.

Desari was moving with him, matching him stroke for stroke, her body clenching his, releasing, gripping again, until he wanted, even needed, to cry out with ecstasy, but his lungs couldn’t get enough air to do so. He bent his head toward the temptation of her breasts. His incisors exploded into his mouth. Without warning, he sank them deep, so that Desari felt the white-hot pain and pleasure mingle together and flow from her to Julian and back again.

It was impossible to tell who was feeling what. They were locked together, body and mind, heart and soul, even their blood flowing together. He felt her body tighten around him; she was gasping, her nails in his back. “Julian.” She whispered his name, or maybe it was in his mind. He felt her mind-shattering explosion as her muscles spiraled around him in waves like an earthquake. It was far too much to expect self-control as Julian’s own body tightened to the point of pain. And then he was exploding outward, upward, convulsing with sheer pleasure.

He could not maintain the intimacy of feeding while his lungs were raging for air and his body was burning itself up. Julian held her to him, his arms possessive as they curved around her slender body. Very gently he stroked his tongue across the pinpricks over her breast. She was clinging to him as if he were her anchor in the center of a storm. It made him feel amazingly powerful.

Desari reached up to trace his lips. “You have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “Just my mouth is amazing?”

“You are such a man.” Her eyes laughed at him. “You need constant reassurance that you are magnificent.”

He nodded. “Magnificent. I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words, lifemate.”

She circled his neck with her arms. “Arrogant male. Darius is right, you know. You are incredibly arrogant.”

“But deservedly so,” he pointed out. He bent his head once more to find her mouth with his. She had the perfect mouth. And she tasted delicious. There was something about the way she clung to him that turned his heart over every time. Desari shared herself with him without inhibition, without reservation. She gave herself completely into his keeping when they were making love.

Carefully, he eased his body out of hers and rolled slightly so that his weight was off of her. Her long lashes fanned her high cheekbones, making her more exotic-looking than ever. She snuggled closer to him, enjoying their time alone together and the silly conversations they always seemed to have.

“You grow sleepy, cara mia” Julian whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “We should go to your brother’s chamber. I will check him once more before we go to ground.”

Desari refused to open her eyes. She made a soft purring sound, completely contented to lie in his arms. “Not yet, Julian,” she protested softly. “I do not want to leave this place for a little while longer.”

“I can feel how tired you are, my love. I can do no other than—”

“Do not say it!” Desari thumped his chest. “Just lie there and hold me. That is what I want. Men are such difficult creatures, Julian. I am beginning to realize this.”