His hands spanned her waist and he lifted her, setting her bottom unexpectedly on the tire swing. He tipped her back so he had access to her sheath. “You’d better be right about that invisible thing,” she warned him, but her fists were clutched in his hair and she was already going up in flames.
Dayan delved deep into the sweet, hot core of her. She was shaking with need now, her muscles clenching tighter and tighter. She wrapped her legs around his back, moaning her pleasure, unable to believe she could feel so alive and ready to shatter at any moment. His hands were hard on her hips, pulling her to him as he deliberately took her over the edge into a mind-shattering release that seemed to go on forever. Satisfied, he stood, dragging the swing forward, pinning her hips so that he could bury himself in her to share her explosive pleasure. He moved in hard, deep strokes while her body exploded around his and her hands’ grip on the rope was the only thing keeping her in touch with reality.
Dayan tightened his hold on the curve of her hips and allowed the wildness of his nature to claim him. Corinne was urging him on with little breathless cries, with her tight, hot body surrounding his, pulling him deeper and deeper into her. Lightning arced across the sky and split open the heavens, raining a shower of sparks around them. Or maybe it was just in their minds – Corinne wasn’t certain. Electricity seemed to be crackling between them so that flames sizzled and danced along their skin.
He threw back his head, surging forward again and again, the wind in his face, his body buried in her hot velvet sheath, tight and fiery, dragging him closer and closer to the edge of the world. Corinne was so much a part of him, he couldn’t tell where his pleasure started and hers left off. He felt the first ripple, the contraction, the strong gripping of her muscles around him and he willingly went with her, right over the edge of the world. They were free-falling through time and space, while all around them the earth rocked and rolled and fireworks seemed to scatter across the night sky in a fiery display.
Corinne found herself back in her own body, struggling to control her wild breathing, both hands clutching the thick rope. Dayan was watching her, his heart like thunder in their ears. His black gaze was so hungry and intense, Corinne’s heart went into instant meltdown. They both smiled, the same slow grin of sated contentment. Of intimate conspiracy.
Dayan gently disentangled himself, helping her to her feet, holding her close to him. He loved holding her almost as much as he loved making wild love to her. Music was playing in his head, notes and lyrics running through his heart and soul. Corinne. He breathed her into his lungs, letting them both recover naturally.
“Was I yelling like a banshee? I can’t honestly remember,” Corinne asked.
“If you were, I must have been yelling right along with you,” Dayan assured her. He allowed the wind to cool the heat of their bodies before he clothed their bare skin. Tilting his head to one side, he regarded her gravely. “You are so beautiful, Corinne. When I am up on the stage performing and you are either by my side, performing right along with me, or simply sitting in the audience with all those single men staring at you, I am going to have a few bad moments.”
She laughed at him, flung her arm around his neck to kiss him soundly. “Crazy man, we just made the earth move. I know you aren’t going to pretend you’re not feeling arrogant and like the greatest lover of all time. What is all this sudden insecurity?”
His white teeth flashed, black eyes boyishly mischievous. “I knew if I planned it right, you would eventually get around to admitting it.” He caught his mane of hair in one hand and secured it at the nape of his neck with a leather tie.
Corinne’s fingertips tenderly brushed at the wayward charcoal strands falling across his forehead. “You deserve it this one time. I love you very much.”