“Hands and knees.” His voice didn’t even sound like his, almost rough.
She complied readily, and when he placed a hand in between her shoulder blades and applied pressure, she lowered her front to the bed obediently, giving him the access he wanted. He rubbed her cheeks and then pressed the crown of his cock into her heated, slick entrance. She was scorching hot, and he didn’t wait, driving forward through her tight folds to bury himself deep. He caught her hips and pulled her into him as he surged forward again and again.
Adalasia.
He breathed her name into her mind, needing her to feel what he was feeling. The physical was beyond description, but it was so much more than that. He wasn’t good at expressing emotion, but it was there for her, mixing with the rising tide of carnal lust that just kept growing. Love for her overwhelmed him, could have brought him to his knees. She could so easily do that.
He moved in her. That tight silken tunnel, so scorching hot. So perfect. An unknown perfection no amount of research could have prepared him for. Adalasia. A woman who had given him so many new experiences and ideas. When he thought, after the centuries he’d lived, he’d never have much in the way of shocking surprises, Adalasia had given him the best the world had to offer. More, he knew she would continue to do so.
He moved in her, all that heat, her body made for his, so tight, nearly strangling his wide length. Her silken muscles dragged over his cock, the friction sending powerful waves of pleasure rolling through his body, hot blood roaring through his veins and pooling in a wicked mass to expand his erection beyond his comprehension.
She chanted his name softly, a rasping sound when air wasn’t quite reaching her lungs, when she wasn’t catching her breath. Her body moved back to meet his nearly as aggressively as his moved. She didn’t want this to ever end, either, but he could feel that coiling in her, winding tighter and tighter. Strangling him. The friction was nearly unbearable for both of them.
Flames seemed to leap and burn, a firestorm out of control, raging now between them. Without warning, her tight channel clamped down like a vise, a silken fiery fist squeezing, gripping and milking. His cock erupted into jagged bursts of white-hot ropes lashing the walls of her feminine passage, triggering more and more powerful eruptions.
Stars and colors burst behind his eyes, floated around him. Fire raged through his veins and settled in his groin. His legs felt weak, no longer his own. It was all he could do to draw air into his lungs and keep from collapsing over her. She went down onto the mattress, his name on her lips, in her mind, a soft, reverent sound that tore at his heart.
Sandu managed to kiss the small of her back. He wasn’t in the least surprised that he was still semihard when he withdrew. Just that act, the sliding of his cock through her tight, slick folds, had the friction sending heat down his spine. He knew when he gave her blood, when he felt her mouth on him, he would want her again—and again. They had this rising before they would meet the Dragonseeker and his lifemate. He wanted to spend as much time with his woman as possible. He had thought . . . talking. Talking seemed overrated.
Adalasia laughed softly, the sound muffled by the mattress. “My Carpathian male is such a man after all.”
He lay beside her, tangling his fingers in her hair. She still lay on her belly, her face turned toward him, and he pushed the silken mass aside so he could see her expression. “I am a man, but what does that mean?”
“You’re going to be obsessed with sex.”
He studied her face. The amusement in her eyes. She was clearly perfectly okay with him being obsessed with sex. He propped himself up on one elbow and rubbed her round buttocks. “I fear you are correct. It may take a few centuries for that to fade—if ever. I have studied so many interesting positions and practices. I wish to try them all with you, now that I know how it feels. There are things I can do to your body to make you feel good. At least, going by the way the women screamed out their pleasure, I would say we should try them. There are things you can do to my body. I am interested in seeing if they are as good as what you did earlier.”
“You liked that?”
He nodded.
She smiled. “I am certain I can get much better at it.”
He wasn’t certain he could survive if she got much better at it.
The rain forest wasn’t silent in the way one would think under the canopy of trees at night. There was the constant drone or hum of insects, rarely stopping, even in the steady fall of rain. It was hot, very humid, and steam rose from the forest floor even as moisture relentlessly poured down on them from above. The steam was almost as thick as a dense fog that might come in off an ocean, rolling in clouds of unnatural grayish mist.