Unseen (The Heights, Vol. 1) (27 page)

She broke the kiss. “I may come to my senses
any second, so what are you waiting for?”

He answered by sliding his hands under her
and lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. The bed
seemed light years away, and if she didn’t get so nauseous every
time they phased, he would have gotten her there much faster. Only
because there was plenty to do and feel on the way was it
acceptable. Perhaps even more than acceptable, the anticipation of
seeing her spread out naked, feeling her under him, building with
each passing moment.

On second thought, he would much rather act
than anticipate. He was on top of her moments after tossing her
onto the bed, tearing off the jacket he’d given her, growling when
he saw the corset she wore beneath. If she’d been wearing her old
clothes, he would already have her naked. Damn it, there actually
was
a benefit to her dressing that way. At least her panties
were easily taken care of—a single tug tore them away.

He took a moment to enjoy her beauty, her
desire for him, his desire to see her pleased. Unparalleled.

“Oh, shit,” she groaned. “Please don’t tell
me you changed your mind.”

“Never.”

“Then…?” She fidgeted, uncomfortable under
his gaze when she had no cause to be.

“I am undecided on where I wish to start.” He
pinned her hands to the sheets, kissed her, and knew what he wanted
first. “I will make you come.
Hear
you come.”

“Then you’d better get to it.” She lifted an
eyebrow.

“That sounded like a challenge.” Something
this wasn’t—the challenge would be to make him
stop
. But
nothing with Addison was ever simple or without conflict;
therefore, he didn’t expect this to be, either.

“Maybe it was.” The breathiness of her voice
betrayed her as he slid down her body.

“No one would challenge the Prime unless they
wanted to lose.” He spoke against the inside of her thigh. “How
badly do you want to lose, Addison?”

“Pretty badly.” Her fists closed around the
sheets, and her hips pressed up as he dragged his lips higher. He
held her gently, just enough so she didn’t wiggle right off the
bed. “Oh my—”

With one swipe of his tongue to her core, he
felt her surrender. But even though he needed to taste her again,
he moved away slightly.

“Wait!” she whined. “Don’t stop.”

“Just
pretty
badly?”

“Damn you.” She let out her breath, glaring
at him between her legs. “Okay, really, really badly. Happy
now?”

“Yes. However, I intend to be much happier
soon.” When he slipped his hands under her thighs and lowered his
mouth to her heat, she made the most beautiful cry he’d ever heard.
Uncontrolled submission to pleasure. To him. He used his tongue to
tease, his fingers because he couldn’t bear not to. But, despite
his desire to do otherwise, he was gentle and took his time to
explore her, to understand her needs and her body.

Her fingers raked through his hair, fisted
and pulled. If she intended for it to be a signal for him to slow
down, she would have to be more obvious and
far
more
insistent. He held her still so he could pleasure her as he wished.
Preparing her body to receive his.

She tasted of life, joy, fervor. The fire
within her fed his, and when his desire increased, so did the
volume of her moans. She was music—her voice and her body moving in
harmony, orchestrated by his touch.

Quite quickly, she neared her end, her moans
and whimpers as unique as the woman who made them, only making him
want more of her. All the way until her muscles tightened and then
beyond. She cried out to a deity, then screamed his name, her body
crumbling then jolting, limp then tight, as each aftershock struck.
But he didn’t stop until she’d had another orgasm and begged him to
kiss her elsewhere.

“Come up here.” She tugged him with human
arms that could never move him if he did not allow it. It seemed to
make her happy to have some amount of physical control over him, so
he pretended, dragging his lips along her skin as he slowly moved
up her body to her mouth. What would she do if she understood how
much control
beyond
the physical she had over him?

When she took a shuddering breath, he
reassessed his plan. He couldn’t forget she was mostly human, and
therefore he must take care of her. If he used her mouth and body
as he desired, she wouldn’t get the air she already gasped for. So,
ignoring the ache of his cock, he stayed at her side. Traced the
contour of her cheek, the line of her jaw, the curve of her lips,
and gave them both a moment to recover.

Unfortunately, no amount of denial or
avoidance freed him from the clenching of his chest, the feeling
just looking at her created within him.

Don’t be an imbecile. It is not real. It
will pass.
It had to. The most dangerous thing he could do
right now was think. He would enjoy this experience for everything
it was, despite the possibility of their bond strengthening.

Pleasure. Nothing else.
Rhyse had
never lied to himself. Until now.

“Wow.” She extended the word into multiple
syllables by adding quite a few W’s. “Remind me never to say no to
you again.”

He kissed her lightly. “Done.” He dragged his
finger along the top of her corset, on the inside, stopping in the
crevice between her breasts. His lips replaced his finger. “As
lovely as this is, it is very important you continue to breathe.
Why have we not taken it off yet?”

“I don’t know how to. Felicity helped me get
into it.”

“Sit up.”

“You’re going to have to get off me
first.”

“Such a pity.” When he rolled away from her,
she scooted onto her knees and turned her back to him.

After he loosened the ties, she took a deep
breath. “Torture device, I tell you.”

“No, they are all still in storage. I thought
we might save those for tomorrow.”

She smiled at him over her shoulder. “When
did you get funny?”

Still behind her, he reached around her waist
and undid the corset’s hooks one by one, cursing the man who sold
her the undergarment. With every inch of smooth skin exposed came a
greater irony. He was the Prime, the king, and had proven himself
worthy of those titles countless times. Yet this soft creature who
smelled of peace under the soot of war stripped away all his power
with her life force, her beauty, and her laugh.

He simply wasn’t strong enough to beat
her.

“Promise I’ll never have to put on anything
like that again, and I’ll wear nothing but leather for the rest of
my life.” She stretched and arched her back when the corset
fell.

Her breasts caused him to forget the comment
he’d thought to make. Her laughter stopped as he cupped her
fullness in his palm, caressed her nipple with his thumb, lowered
his lips to her shoulder. She tilted her head, presenting him with
her lovely neck. His other hand slid down her belly and cupped her,
gently rocking her against his erection, provoking a deep moan from
them both.

It was unwise to put himself in this
position—so close to her neck. He pulled his lips from her and
focused on the heat of her core. As it increased so did the volume
of her whimpers. She leaned back against his chest, unable to
balance or hold herself up.

For once, there was no struggle for dominance
between them, no games or fighting. Because they were lovers,
equals. And through her, he experienced a newness of pleasure and
sensation that he desired far more than power.

“You need to stop that, Rhyse.” Her hands
covered his, stopping his movements only by pressing his hand
tighter to her core. He didn’t want to stop—he wanted all of her,
in every way imaginable, until he was so deep in her body and her
mind and her heart that she would never dream of anything more.

“For what reason?”

She didn’t answer, making this the only time
she’d ever been without something to say. Instead she turned back
around and, keeping him at arm’s length, slowly started unbuttoning
his shirt. Did she think she was immortal? They only had another
fifty or sixty years before she died, and he intended on using that
time to its full potential.

But he steeled his desire to rip his shirt
out of her hands and tear it to pieces, because that would
undoubtedly terrify her. He rolled onto his back to calm himself.
An act that proved impossible when she climbed on top of him,
straddling his hips, the heat of her sex burning through the fabric
of his pants.

He groaned when she rocked against his
length, using his cock to please herself and to punish him. “You
try my patience, Vitae.”

“That’s too bad,” she said with her eyes
partially closed, her hips unrelenting. “Because I think I’m going
to stay right here and do this forever.”

“You are a cruel, cruel woman.”
And so
very beautiful.
He left one hand on her waist and traced her
sternum down to her breast with the other.

“I can be a very, very nice woman, too.” She
continued to move her hips as she released the last button of his
shirt and pulled it over his shoulders. “This is going to be so
amazing.” Her smile brought light into the world. A world in which
he desired nothing more than what he had right now. Except to be
inside her.

“Yes, Addison, it will be.”

Perhaps she was right about something else,
as well. Perhaps she
shouldn’t
think of herself as human any
longer.
Or
as supernatural.

Because she was far more magical than any
being he’d ever known.

Oh, come on!
Addison had never seen
anything so beautiful. And sexy. And highly skilled. His chest was
as perfect as his face and his shoulders and his back and his abs
and—though she’d only felt it through his pants—by all indications,
his cock was stellar. After she’d traced the lines of his abs, she
moved down his body, trailing her tongue along the same route.

He put his arms behind his head, propping
himself up to watch her. “If you intend on ravishing me now, I
should tell you to be gentle. I do not think I have ever been
ravished before.”

“I think you’ll like it.”
She
sure
would. She’d been with a few other men but no one had
ever
looked at her with that much passion in his eyes. It was hypnotic,
seductive, honest, and totally unabashed. A leader of so many
giving himself to her. Wasn’t that a big boost to the ego?

The wicked part of her wanted to stand up,
say ‘thanks for the orgasm,’ and head for the door, just to see his
expression. But a much stronger part of her ached to feel him
inside her. If it was anything like she imagined, anything like
drinking from him—

“You can’t bite me,” she blurted.

“No.”

“Don’t you usually feed while you…fuck?”

He looked away for a moment. When he caught
her eye again, she flinched at its intensity. “Nothing is usual
about you and me, Addison, and nothing is better.” He lifted her
chin. “Would you like to drink from me? While we…” He smiled.
“Fuck?”

Just remembering it almost made her come. “I
don’t think I could handle it.”

“It is pleasurable for me, as well. Earlier,
if we had been anywhere else, I would not have stopped you.” He
paused. “With your permission?”

“Yes.” As soon as she was on her back and he
was on top of her, somehow having gotten his pants off along the
way, she chastised herself for agreeing first and thinking
second.

But when, in one smooth motion, he hilted
himself inside her, all was forgiven, if not a little painful. Not
that she expected him to be small, but some things were impossible
to anticipate or prepare for.

Neither of them moved, just the way she’d
imagined. She closed her eyes, allowing herself time to adjust to
his thickness and enjoy the sensation until the intensity passed,
which would be…
never
. When something dripped onto her lips,
she understood exactly what she’d agreed to.

“Open, Addison. Taste me.” His voice was so
deep and masculine, she obeyed despite her nervousness. His blood
hit her tongue as he pushed even deeper into her, and she came
faster than the speed of sound, her scream a distant second. Except
the feeling stayed and didn’t back down, and all she could do was
hold onto him and pray it would never end.

He said something, but she was somewhere far
away. A place that didn’t exist because
nothing
in the real
world could feel this good.

“Suck, Addison. Please,” he groaned. His
voice held some frustration so he’d probably been asking for a
little while and she’d been too out of it to understand. She made
it up to him by taking his arm and drawing him in as hard as she
could. He moaned his approval and cursed, still deep and then
deeper inside her, hitting every button she had.

She wanted to tell him how amazing he felt,
every thrust shooting sparks through her entire body, his blood
adding a layer of impossible lightness and fulfillment. But it was
probably better that she couldn’t speak because what came out would
be an unintelligible mess of curses, moans, reactions, and
explanations. She might have even said something
über
-stupid, like how she was starting to feel about him.
Über
-stupid.

But
he
spoke, and while she couldn’t
actually follow everything and a lot of it was mumbled, it all
sounded positive. She caught words like ‘incredible,’ ‘want,’
‘beautiful,’ and even one ‘best.’

Unfortunately, she couldn’t reach his mouth,
and she really wanted his mouth. When she tapped his arm, he pulled
it away and then did the fucking hottest thing she’d ever seen. He
ran his tongue across the gash in his wrist where her lips had just
been, gathering up as much blood as he could, offering it to her in
a kiss.