Heart of the Gods (29 page)

Breathless, growing harder, he grazed her ribs with the palm of his hand, molded them lightly as he ran his hand up over the arch of them until his thumb brushed the fullness of one rounded breast. His body tightened in response.

The areole was rosy, the nipple already tightening.

He cupped her, filled his hand with that firm sweet weight and looked down into her face, her head nestled in the crook of his arm.

Lowering his head, he kissed her lightly as his fingers played with her nipple and she quivered with pleasure.

All he tasted was Raissa, her taste clean and clear.

It was somehow erotic to feel her lips part beneath his, to run his tongue over and between those sharp teeth, to feel her tongue duel with his.

Desire burned through him, need and heat, his body hard, rigid with the need to take her.

His hand tightened on her breast as it swelled and she arched her back to press it against his palm. He groaned with pleasure of his own.

Lifting his head from her lips, he trailed his mouth over her throat, down to the curve of her shoulder and felt her quiver, a gasp escaping her. He was nearly iron hard now, aching as he took the taut tip of her breast into his mouth to savor it, nibbling lightly, as her body quivered beneath his.

She gasped and cried out softly.

He slid his hand down her taut belly, threaded his fingers through the crisp hairs between her thighs and felt her shiver with anticipation. Smiling, he ran his tongue around that hardness as he slipped his fingers down to find her dampness and heat. He groaned as he dipped his fingers into her, into the hot wet tightness of her, to feel her clench around them while her hips lifted in entreaty.

The feel of his mouth hot on her sensitive skin sent all sense scattering from Raissa’s mind, there was nothing but Ky, his mouth, his hands and his hard body against hers.

She ran her fingers into his thick dark hair, drew his mouth down harder against her breast as her head fell back with the sheer glorious pleasure of his warm lips on her. His fingers found her core and then all she felt was the heat and glory and the need to be filled.

And she needed that desperately. She needed to feel him as she felt him press against her hip. Her fingers closed around the hard length of him. Just the thought of that, of him sliding inside her, made her moan.

When her fingers curled around him, stroked him, Ky thought he’d lost his mind entirely, he was rigid, iron hard and aching, the pleasure of her touch coursed through him, need for her rushed through him, burning, an ache building…

In an instant he rolled her on top of him, lifted her and impaled her on him, driving up into that slick, tight heat to feel it clench tightly around him.

One moment she was empty, in the next he filled her. Raissa cried out as pleasure burst through her, her back arched as she threw her head back in delight as his hands settled on her hips, held her there as he drove up into her.

She looked down at him as she shifted and settled on him, taking him deeper and he groaned.

Raissa smiled.

Then he shifted, moved inside her and sweet bliss filled her.

Ky looked up at the glory of Raissa arched above him, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her breasts full and lovely, her slender belly taut, her hands braced against his chest, her beautiful eyes closed as she felt him move within her. She caught herself on her hands, lowered her lips to his to kiss him.

That brilliant hair fell around them in a gleaming curtain, enclosed them within the intimate circle of it as he’d once dreamed it would. There was only the two of them and the silken softness brushing over him…

Ky saw the delight in her eyes, felt her tighten, just the hint of her teeth gleaming and curled an arm around her waist to pull her hips down tight against him so he could feel every inch of her as her drove into her more and more deeply with each thrust.

Her eyes met his, a question in them even as she shifted on him.

Curling his hand into her hair, he drew her lips down against his throat, felt her hot mouth brush against his skin again and groaned as a deeper rush of desire spurted through him.

Raissa lost all sense, there was only Ky, the warmth of his body filling her, each thrust driving her wild and the steady throb of his pulse beneath her lips once more. Her teeth lengthened, pierced, and he groaned. The hot, rich taste of him filled her mouth once again.

A shot of heat went through him as her teeth penetrated. His mind went blank.

Ky curled a hand around her head to keep her mouth locked on him even as he thrust hard into her, her mouth on him, sucking, her tongue licking and lapping at him, stroking his skin with each thrust into her tight, wet, heat. She suckled on him hard, savored him, her hips pumping wildly, stroking him with her body as her hand curled around his neck so she could feed on him more deeply.

The feel of her body working him, her tightness and pleasure building as she fed on him was incredible, then she tightened around him, her body shuddered as she came and he exploded within her, gushed, pumped into her… It was incredible… It seemed he emptied into her endlessly, the orgasm holding his body rigid with ecstasy as she fed from him… He’d never felt anything so intense.

Ky’s pleasure literally exploded into Raissa’s mouth, the taste of it so concentrated it was like a punch. She grunted with the impact of it and then the spicy taste of his ecstasy, incredibly rich, heady, intoxicating, like hot, mulled wine erupted into her mouth and added another hard jolt of pleasure.

She drew in another mouthful of him for the pure pleasure of the taste of him…glorious…heavenly, pure joy… Her body shuddered. She was drunk on him, intoxicated. He tasted incredible. She drew in mouthfuls of him, ecstatic.

He felt her jolt as his satisfaction filled her, the shivers of his own ecstasy still running through him as she drank him in great, greedy gulps, her body bucking with pleasure at each swallow. She followed him into ecstasy, coming again, quivering against and around him.

Pleasure so intense it was nearly painful shot through her. Raissa’s body quivered wildly, shuddering as he emptied into her.

Ky loved the feel of her mouth on him. She drank him until she was full, until she was sated and he loved every minute of it. It was the most erotic and sensual thing he’d ever experienced. He’d never known anything like it. It was incredible.

Pulling her close against him, he was already wondering how long it would be until they could do it again.

Chapter Twenty Six

Drowsy and replete, Raissa woke to find herself splayed comfortably across Ky’s strongly muscled body very much like a happy child. Her weight seemed nothing, his breathing beneath her even and regular, his pulse steady against her lips. His hand was curled in her hair. Something within her relaxed and she brushed her cheek against the warm skin over the solid muscles of his chest and shoulder. One of her legs was between his and his was curled around hers. It was a strangely comfortable position.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Ky curled his arm around her more tightly, his brain trying to encompass what had happened but his mind didn’t seem to want to work. He was dazed, his body still humming. All he could do was delight in the warm soft weight of her slender body on his, the feel of her firm full breasts pressed against his chest, the silken sensation of her hair threading between his fingers.

Above them the stars still circled and the moon had only lowered a little. They’d slept or dozed for maybe an hour, perhaps a little longer.

For a moment they could only lay curled around each other, too spent to do anything else, until concern and fear shot through her as the realization of what she’d done shot through her.

He felt it, felt her body tense.

Ky tightened his arm around her, reassuringly, before she could sit up.

“I’m fine,” he said, softly, smiling against her hair.

Better than fine. His body still hummed with pleasure, warmth poured through him. A little weak but not much worse than after giving blood. And after all, her mouth was small, her stomach only as large as his fist, probably. Hardly as big as just one of those bags the Red Cross took from him.

Raissa lifted herself up and tilted her head back to look at him, her blue eyes worried.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Will that happen every time?” he asked, curiously, thinking of the intensity of the pleasure, something he’d never experienced with anyone else.

Just the idea sent a jolt of heat through him and his body tightened, hardened, despite everything. It astonished him. He hadn’t been this aroused this often since he’d been a teenager.

Surprised, startled, at first she could only look at him in astonishment.

Her smile bloomed slowly but brilliantly.

Ky loved that smile, it was beautiful, the warmth of it lit her lovely blue eyes and made them sparkle. It was dazzling.

“I don’t know,” she said, softly. “I’ve never done it with anyone I cared about before.”

The thought of what had passed between them only a short time before, the incredible intimacy of it, the sensuality, and especially the end, sent a rush of heat through him and had him hard in an instant.

Something else went through him, too. He’d been the first.

“Don’t. From now on you will never do that with anyone but me,” he said, firmly.

A little startled, a little uncertain, Raissa looked at him, eyes widening.

She blinked.

“Do you know what you’re asking?” she whispered.

She could only stare at him in disbelief.

His dark eyes were steady.

“No one but me,” he emphasized, taking a handful of her hair and shaking her head gently.

Her hair slipped over his skin deliciously with each movement, the sensation oddly sensual in itself.

The astonishing intimacy of that experience still amazed him.

“You said you love me,” Ky said, looking up into her wondering deep blue eyes. “Did you mean it?”

Raissa’s breath caught at the question, her gaze was still locked on his as her heart wrenched.

She whispered, “Yes.”

“I love you, too and I don’t share.”

He looked at her intently.

Astonished, Raissa could only stare down at him, incredulous.

Was he truly saying what she thought he was?

He loved her. And he didn’t want to share…

She touched his face, tracing the high cheekbones, that incredibly lush mouth, looking down into his eyes. He was so beautiful. For a moment the wonder of it held her. Just the thought of being able to hold him, to touch him and to love him, was more than enough for her, it was a wonder in itself.

To drink from him and only from him, because he wanted it…astonished her.

Her throat went tight.

Gently, he reversed their positions, cradled her head as he rolled them so she lay next to him. He propped his head on his hand to look down into her lovely face.

Her hand lifted to his cheek as he lowered his mouth to hers, the kiss soft, sweet.

“No one but me,” he said. “Say it.”

“All right,” she said, softly and frowned a little, biting her lip. She needed to know. “Ky…”

The risk he’d taken…the question he’d asked…

Seeing the look in her lovely blue eyes he had a pretty good idea what worried her.

Ky smiled, brushed her hair back from her face. “I’m a bit bigger than you are. It was a pretty good guess that you couldn’t take it all.”

There was that.

“Are you certain?” she asked.

The memory of what they’d done sent a burst of warmth through him.

To his amusement and pleasure he found himself as randy as a teenager and as ready. He’d never recovered as fast since then either. Did her feeding on him have something to do with that? Already he wanted to be buried deep inside her once again.

Shifting a little, he said, “What do you think?”

To his satisfaction, her eyes widened as she felt the long length of him between her thighs. Her lips parted and a smile slowly curved them, her blue eyes lightening as he moved above her. As he slid into her, so sweet, so tight, her breath caught and she shivered a little with pleasure, tightening around him.

Raissa spread her hands across his chest as he shifted, moving inside her and he smiled.

She looked up at him in wonder and delight, sliding her hands up over his shoulders, her hands tightened, her eyes widened as he slid deeper and sought the very depths of her. Her body quivered as she felt him inside, felt him possess every silken inch of her, inside and out.

Curiously, Raissa nuzzled at his throat and lapped lightly at his skin with just the tip of her tongue. The taste of him shot through her deliciously.

Pleasure layered on pleasure.

Ky shuddered as he felt her clench around him, felt the heat of her mouth and the flicker of her tongue against his skin.

A different need went through her…

Letting her head fall back, she looked up at him, seeing the smile curve his lips, the very real pleasure in his dark eyes.

Amused, stroking her hair, Ky said, “Do you want something?”

Two pints would hardly kill him. Although he’d probably have to stop donating to the Red Cross.

She smiled. He tasted so good, in so many ways.

“Yes,” she said. “You, Professor Farrar.”

Her smile was radiant. She was so beautiful and his. All his.

He shifted his hips, penetrated her deeply, felt her glorious tight heat surround him, watched her face as her eyes went smoky and dark.

For a moment, Raissa could only stare at him in wonder, as she felt him filling her once again, stretching her so completely.

“Ky,” she breathed, looking into his dark eyes.

She pulsed around him, closed around him, stroked him within her and he looked into her beautiful face as he moved inside her, hardening even more. Possessing her, he watched her smile grow brighter, more radiant as he swelled within her and he smiled, too.

The feel of him within her, the warm satin of his skin beneath her hands as she stroked them down his back, the sheer wonder of him, filled her even as he did.