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Lightning burned through her veins, and the ache in her body was quickly approaching the point of pain. He nibbled on either side of her clit, gently brushing against it with his nose. As he continued to experiment with her, she tried to rock her hips toward his mouth, to get him to do what she wanted, what she needed.

Tracing circles around her hood with his tongue, he finally licked her directly where she wanted it the most. Her whole body hunched up, muscles so tight they felt as though they would snap. Just before she started swearing at him to make her come, he latched onto her clit and sucked hard.

Each deep pull of his mouth had her writhing on the bed. She dug her heels into the hard muscles of his back, and she could feel him trembling against her. So close, she was almost on the edge. Reality deepened and gained new depth. It was as if time slowed, allowing her to savor every moment, to lose herself in his touch. Drawing in a ragged breath she swore she could taste their passion in the air, as if it were an edible perfume. Sean was beyond amazing and she knew without a doubt that he cherished her. His soul spoke to hers and his adoration swept away the last of her loneliness.  Everything ceased to matter except the man between her legs who controlled her world.

When he began to hum as he sucked on her clit, she lost it. The vibration from his lips rivaled that of her best sex toy, and she screamed as she climaxed. White light filled her vision behind her closed eyelids, and pleasure so intense it bordered on pain tore through her body in overwhelming waves. The harsh tone of her scream of pleasure echoed through her mind as her body shamelessly took everything Sean had to offer. She never wanted it to end. She would die if it didn't.

The fierce contractions began to slow down and decrease until the only sound in the room was her panting. He gave her a final lick that had her pushing away from him. She was so sensitive now that anything touching her between her legs was too much.

In a ragged voice he said, “Thank you for trusting me.”

A giggle started in her stomach and quickly spilled out of her mouth. She felt so glorious, so alive that she couldn't express it in words. More than that, she felt complete and deliriously happy. And it was all because of Sean.

He crawled up onto the bed next to her and pulled her on top of him. His cock throbbed against her stomach, and the laughter died in her throat. It would feel so good to just jerk his shorts down and straddle him, to give him the part of herself that she had been saving. While some people viewed being a virgin as an inconvenience, she was glad she’d waited for this moment. Sean made her heart sing.

“What about you?” She rolled her hips against him, and he pressed his lips so hard together they turned white.

“Don't worry about me. I'll survive.” He took her lips in another consuming kiss until her body was just as aroused as it had been before her orgasm. “Besides, I want to be able to spend days in bed with you.”

“Days?” she asked in a faint voice as his hands stroked her bare bottom.

“Months, make that years,” he agreed and gripped her ass hard, pulling her close. “No, I mean centuries.”

“Oh my,” she whispered before nibbling on his neck. While she didn't have his nifty trick of magical phantom hands, she did know how to please a man. Being a virgin didn't mean that she hadn't explored her sexuality—especially how to give her lover just as much pleasure as he gave her. With Sean that might be impossible, but she was going to try her hardest.

He must have read the intent in her face because he groaned and rolled them over onto their sides. “I hate to be the voice of reality,” he stroked his lips against her cheek, “but we need to get you out of the city for a few days until we can strengthen your bond with your god.”

“What are you talking about?”

With a soft touch he stroked her hair off her cheek. “There is a god or goddess that favors you.”

Frowning, she tried to sit up but he pulled her back down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not all that religious.”

“Someone, besides me, thinks you’re amazing.” His gaze softened and her breath caught in her chest at the intense emotions rushing through her. “We both see you as something precious, as our greatest treasure. I will never let anything harm you again, Carmella. I will destroy anyone and anything that tries.”

The seriousness in his voice had her licking her lips. Masculine men had always attracted her and she liked it that her man could take care of her. After being forced to only be able to rely on herself, she recognized his offer as something precious. In fact, as odd as it sounded to apply this thought to a man, she found him amazing as well. To have Sean Kalmus, world famous DJ and her hero looking at her with a possessive adoration fanned her desire back into a roaring bonfire. She became desperate for his touch, his kiss.

“Carmella, we don’t—”

Before he could finish his sentence, she had him flipped over onto his back and had straddled his hips. The slide of his cock through the slick satin of his shorts had her arching her back and purring out a moan.

He gripped her hips and trembled. “Carmella.”

The rest of whatever he was going to say came out in a low moan as she rocked against him. As wet as she was, she bet he could feel her arousal soaking onto his shaft. She reveled in the sense of power and control pleasing him gave her. It had been far too long since she had felt this much like herself.

Leaning down to kiss him, she stiffened as his hands rocked her hips over his erection. If he didn't stop soon she was going to lose herself in another orgasm, and as wonderful as that idea was, she wanted to make him lose control. His skin held a faint hint of salt as she licked her way down his neck, reminding her again of the ocean. The sensation of his hands running up and down her back had her sighing against his skin.

Gazing at his impressive body, she licked her lips and admired him. Long and lean muscles graced his body, the frame of an athlete rather than that of a body builder. She ran her hands over him greedily, trying to touch as much of his body as she could. Her out of control response wasn't just the sensuality of being with him but also the universal comfort of touching another human being. She hadn’t realized until now how much she had missed the simple feel of a warm body against hers.

Anger tried to gain a foothold in her mind, but she pushed it away. Later there would be time for revenge; now it was about love. That thought startled her even as she kissed her way down his stomach, pausing to lick at his belly button. Did she love him? That was impossible, wasn't it? She had known him for only a few days, but there was no denying the feeling of completion that being with him brought to her heart. He filled an aching void so completely that it seemed as though he'd always been there.

The crisp auburn hairs beneath his belly button tickled against her nose as she ran her tongue along the edge of where his shorts met his stomach. He murmured something in words she didn't understand but in a tone that made her smile. So much desire in his voice, so much need. She tugged his shorts down, and he eagerly lifted his hips for her.

The sight of his cock made her pussy clench. Long and thick, the head was a deep rose color, and veins stood out along his length. He placed his arms behind his head and leaned up to watch her. Knowing that he was enjoying the sight, she gently grasped him by the base and gave the head one slow lick. The strangled noise he made sent bolts of glittering lust through her before she lay down between his muscular thighs and rubbed herself against the sheets.

She had missed this so much. The pleasure between a man and a woman was one of the ultimate gifts of the gods, and she intended to honor their present. His thighs tensed on either side of her as she took him into her mouth and slowly sank down on him until he hit the back of her throat. Energy vibrated from his body, and she made a startled noise around his length as his magic pressed between her legs like strong fingers.

The sensation of a fingertip twirling around her clit had her sucking him hard in rhythm with the phantom touch. This kind of intense blending of sensations was beyond anything she had imagined, and she felt herself being carried away. Cupping his sac gently, she cradled the full weight and delighted in how his balls drew taut beneath her touch. A firm pinch on her clit had her bucking while he wrapped his legs around her back to hold her still, and his low, deep laughter stroked against her soul.

In the darkness behind her eyelids, she existed in a world of touch and sensation. His energy wrapped around her like a living blanket, drawing her closer to her own orgasm, even as she strived to bring his. She could feel him, feel the edge of his lust as he drew near his peak. Male and rough, it had a wilder edge than her own pleasure, and she trembled against his body. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him as she sucked, twirling her tongue over the head.

Invisible lips locked around her clit and pulled, bringing her orgasm so quickly she was writhing against his body as she struggled to breathe around his hard length in her mouth. The warm spasms of her release continued, being drawn out with such skill that she saw sparkles of green and gold behind her eyelids. His hips lifted beneath her, and she took him as deep as she could as the beginning of his orgasm rushed through her.

Gods, she could feel an echo of his pleasure and delighted in drawing every spurt out of him until he shook beneath her. She released him with one final lick and didn't protest when he pulled her up next to him. Naked, they curled around each other and she let herself float. So amazing. Even now his energy brushed against her body like the softest fur imaginable. The warm sunlight streaming through the window felt heavenly on her back as he gently kissed her forehead.

No words were needed. He touched her with such reverence that she felt as though she was going to burst with joy. Stroking her hand along his cheek, she looked into his eyes and forgot to breathe, seeing the depth of his warm and intense emotions in their swirling blue depths. Bright and pure, he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Light to her darkness, an ocean of warmth to chase away the desert of cold that had been her heart.

His cell phone played an intricate melody, and he groaned, burying his face in her hair. Reaching over the edge of the bed, he grabbed their discarded clothes and then pulled the shirt over her head. “Get dressed before I say to hell with the world and just lock the door.”

Quickly tugging at the shirt, she bent to pull the shorts over her still buzzing pussy. He cleared his throat, and she couldn't help but grin at the tortured expression on his face as he watched her breasts bounce while she put the shorts on. Oh yes, she would love to spend the rest of her life getting to know his body, to know what turned him on and what made him lose control. It seemed as though all she had to do was look at him and liquid warmth pooled between her legs.

He pulled her off the bed and into the circle of his arms. Never had she felt more safe or cherished. “Where is your god's temple?”

She chewed her lip and stroked the firm muscles of his forearms. “Umm, Sean. I don't think I have a god.”

He looked down at her in surprise. “Of course you do. His blessing glitters all over your aura.”

“Huh?” was the most intelligent thing she could come up with. She wanted to rub her cheek against his and taste his skin.

He leaned down and whispered against her lips, “Your aura. It's beautiful and the color of the first violets of spring.”

“Oh, that's nice.” She sighed as he gently stroked his hands up the side of her neck. It made her eyes shut, and she leaned back into his touch. His large hand traced the edge of her jaw and over her lips.

“You're so beautiful. Your skin is softer than anything I have ever touched.” He slowly ran his thumb over her sensitive lower lip. She nipped at his thumb and wet it with the tip of her tongue. His groan traveled through her ears and settled between her thighs in a deep throb.

Her reply was cut off by a knock at the door and a shout. “Sean, we need to hit the road. Monica just called from the samba school. Dianta is questioning everyone about where Carmella is and freaking out.”

He gave her cheek one more soft stroke. “Let's go find your god.”

 

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

Three things happened at once. Sean let Kell into the suite, room service arrived, and Sean's cell phone began to ring. Kell took care of the room service while Sean answered his phone, tipping the hotel worker, and then lifted the lids to sniff at the eggs and waffles.

Giving Kell a shy smile, she snagged a waffle off the plate and nibbled on it while she watched Sean. He was gazing out the window and talking quietly into the phone, his posture tense.

She gave Kell a questioning look, but he only shrugged and continued to eat. She shuffled her feet in the pair of complimentary shower flip-flops. Anything was better than those six-inch heels, so she didn't complain about the neon green foam flip-flops.

Sean hung up the phone and looked out the window for a minute.

Kell called over from the breakfast tray, “Hey, if you're hungry, you better get over here before your harmony eats all the food.” Kell pretended not to see her flip him the bird, and she slathered syrup over a heavily buttered waffle.

“Carmella.” Sean still faced the window with his hands clasped behind his back. “Do you know someone named Tian?”

The waffle turned into dry foam in her mouth. Making an effort to swallow past her fear, she said, “Yeah. He's a friend of mine who works at the samba school.”

“I thought so.” Sean turned around. His face was grim and his shoulders tight. “That was Dianta on the phone. She has Tian and Monica. She wants to exchange them for you.”

She swallowed hard, rage and fear mixing as she thought of all the terrible things Dianta could be doing to Monica and Tian right now.

Kell locked eyes with Sean. “Uh-uh, no way we are sending Carmella to them. They can kiss my hairy white arse. We'll find some way to rescue them. I—”

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