She felt Vincent's presence in the shower before his hands began to chase the water droplets down her back. That Vincent was a sensualist continued to be a delightful discovery. Not one to rush to the end, he took his time, reveled in each moment they had together. With aching slowness he ran the soapy sponge over her body, stealing little kisses as his hands became bolder, only to slow down again to gently work her mint scented shampoo through her hair, careful fingers massaging her scalp then pushing the hair away from her face as the shampoo was rinsed away.
Hands shaking from the arousal which coursed through her veins, she ran the sponge over his shoulders, across his pecs and down the hard ridges of muscle that defined his stomach. Then she sank to her knees in front of him as her hand drifted lower to brush the last of the lingering suds from his body, her mouth branding his skin as she went. She let her hot breath caress his growing arousal. With a deft slide of her tongue along its length, she took him in her mouth.
Vincent’s hands slapped against the white tiles to either side, as he stared down at her. She teased and tormented, watching as the expressions of lust, pleasure and awe flickered across his face. The muscles of his strong legs rippled under her palms as she ran her hands up the backs of his thighs to squeeze his ass.
“Stop,” he groaned. Vincent's eyes were squeezed shut, face twisted in strain as his shoulders shook. “Not like this.”
Amanda sat back on her heels with a smile, her lips swollen, hands resting on the front of his thighs.
Vincent's eyes popped open as he exhaled with a shudder. Hands under her arms, he lifted her from the shower floor to wrap her legs around his waist, hammering the shower lever off as he stepped out of the cubicle, his mouth sealed to hers. He carried her to their bed, water dripping a trail across the hardwood floor. For a moment he stood at the foot of the bed, tongue sliding along hers, then he broke the kiss as he threw her down on the bed.
It should have been wrong, but pure excitement sparked every nerve ending when her body bounced once on the comforter before she came to lay in the center of their bed. She bit her thumbnail to keep from writhing as he stood, silent, looming over her from the foot of the bed. His gaze was possessive, roaming over every inch of her body.
"I am going to make you scream so hard," he said, his voice husky and dark with promise.
"You have no idea how true that will be if you don't come here."
With a huge smile he fell on her, the water on their bodies mingling with sweat as he kissed her into a frenzy before pinning her hips to the bed with his hands. He pulled away with a smirk.
"Where are you going?"
"To make good on my promise."
Vincent's hands parted her legs as he lowered his face to her sex. Slowly, he opened her with his tongue. He gazed up her body as she gasped, her hands twisted in the comforter. His hands kneaded and caressed her thighs as his tongue worked on her.
She felt like she was falling, bracing for impact as every muscle in her body tightened in response to Vincent's attentions. He grasped her knees from underneath, spreading her legs wide and lifting her hips from the bed. With his elbows resting on the mattress, her feet dangled in open air as his mouth took what he wanted.
Her head tossed from side to side, a small whine escaped with each panted breath. Her thighs shook as her pleasure became sharp and immediate. Head thrown back against the comforter, body rigid, torn between the twin desperation for release and the desire for him to never stop. But it had to end.
"Vincent!" she screamed, as her body convulsed.
He wrung every bit of pleasure out of her shaking form. Her breath came in shivers and moans as he kissed, nipped and licked his way up to her breasts. He held her gaze as he sucked the entirety of her areola into his mouth, his tongue circling then flicking her nipple. Then he licked a flat, wet stripe up her sternum to the hollow of her throat.
Amanda held Vincent's face between her palms as he buried himself inside her. It was a slow burn, a fire they built together, truly joined with no barrier between them, no condom. As they moved, she dug her fingers into the hard plain of his back, scrambling for purchase. Though they hadn’t planned it, the moment was upon them. From this there was no going back. Without a word, she understood: immortality waited.
Vincent sat back on his heels, pulling Amanda up with him. His hands held her hips as she clung to his shoulders, her ankles hooked behind his back. Her weight dragged her down as he rose from below. Her vision narrowed to a tunnel, Vincent's blue eyes the only thing she could see. Sparks danced along the edge of the darkness, bright and shining as they climbed higher.
He filled her completely, and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of him inside. His hot glide was slow and sensual. Her hips gyrated in response. They moved together, drifting on the same ocean. Over and over his arousal lifted her, moving faster, thrusting higher. Time seemed to stop, only the rhythm of their union marking its passage.
Though Vincent still sat back on his heels, she realized he was laying her back. As her shoulders touched the comforter, he pulled her hips to him. It was a penetration unlike anything she had ever known. Her hands flew to the comforter and her back arched high. The stiff rod of his flesh was all she could feel. He pressed his palm over her belly and, incredibly, the pressure mounted.
“Oh yes,” he whispered above her. “Yes.”
Then the thrusting began. His hips flew forward, even as he tugged her to him. They collided with thuds that took her breath away. He moved faster, completely in control. Without stopping, he slid a hand down her belly. His thumb pressed over her mound, through the curls, and down to the sensitive nub. He circled and then fondled it.
She screamed again, not even knowing what she said. The hot rush of his climax filled her as he spilled himself deep inside, her name pouring off his lips. Then she shattered, her body bursting into a million pieces as she screamed, head thrown back, body limp as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over her. She could do nothing but hang in Vincent's arms as she shuddered, each point where they touched another caress of fire. She wanted to slam her thighs shut, to roll over and recover, but the pleasure was too much and she could not let go.
She felt the bed under her back and Vincent on top of her, but he hadn’t stopped. It was as though they were trapped in a cycle of pleasure. Her hips rose to his thrusts, even as the room began to spin. His head sank to the comforter next to hers, his arousal still jerking inside her. Still linked together in the middle of their bed, they finally became still and darkness engulfed her.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
AMANDA WAS THE first to recover. Crusty eyes cracked open with a groan. Her body felt like a wet noodle and her mouth was full of fuzz. Totally worth it. She may have felt like she had been hit by a dump truck, but would be more than happy to try it again after a shower, and a burger, with fries and a shake. And a cookie. She was definitely going to need a cookie.
Vincent managed to get one eye open and groaned. When he saw she was awake he propped himself up on his elbow, a beatific smile on his face.
"So how does it feel to be immortal?"
It was a phrase Amanda had never used before, and she rolled it around in her head until satisfied it got the heart of what she wanted to say.
"That was fucking awesome!"
When Vincent stopped laughing, he said, “We have forever, you know.”
She sat straight up with a gasp.
“Do you know what this means?” She hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom still talking to Vincent from the shower. “I’m going to try every spell in my grimoire. Then we are going to find some place that has hamburgers, fries, the works. Then there will be cookies.”
She shut the shower off, then wrapped herself in a towel, and stood in the doorway.
Vincent smiled from where he still lay in the middle of the bed.
“Twice,” she said, grinning crazily, unable to stop from blathering. “We are going to need to do that twice. Everyt
hing twice.”
He got out of bed, stood in front of her, and wrapped her up in his arms.
“Maybe more than twice,” she said, as he leaned in.
“Forever won’t be enough,” he said, gently covering her mouth with his.
Though she didn’t know if he’d really meant to stop her babbling, it didn’t matter. She let go of the towel, and wrapped her arms around his waist. He was right. Forever wouldn’t be enough.
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THE END
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She slapped him, hard. The contact sent blue and amber sparks flying between them, and then the tiny lights swirled and danced like tiny fairies between their faces. As her eyes widened Jackson swore under his breath and dragged her into his arms.
“You see?” He cradled her face between his big hands and looked all over her face. “Your power is connected between your heart and your mind. When you use it in kindness, you can heal, but used in anger, it will wound.”
She stared at the rapidly-fading red mark on his cheek.
“I don’t want to wound you. I’d like to kick you, somewhere very personal.”
“I think not.” Jackson deliberately placed his hand over the same spot where he had touched her at the fire. “Show me what is in your heart, Audrey Mather.”
As he spoke his breath mingled with hers, and without thinking she pressed against him, her hands slipping up to rest on his shoulders. Something more intimate and shocking than his touch welled up inside her, burning through the doubts and fears.
“I want you,” she heard herself say. “I have since the first time I saw you.” She pressed her lips to his chest, unable to stop herself now. “I want to know if you feel the same. I want to know it so much I brought you here, so I could seduce you. I know you want me. I can feel it.”
Jackson muttered something and ducked his head, pressing his brow to hers.
It began so softly at first Audrey didn’t realize Jackson was kissing her. The touch of his mouth felt at first like his breath, and then like the delicious heat radiating from his skin, warming and caressing her without a touch. Then she parted her lips to speak to him and instead tasted him.
His tongue stroked hers as he gathered her closer. The slow, sexy caress sent streaks of hot delight into her chest to furl tightly in the peaks of her breasts. She gasped as she felt her nipples bead, and a wanton ache spread down into her belly to collect between her thighs.
Jackson lifted her off her feet and carried her back into her bedroom, dropping her onto her bed and propping himself over her as he covered her mouth with his again. The warmth and weight of him on top of her felt so good that Audrey moaned out loud. He drank the sound from her lips as he deepened the kiss, his big hand gliding up under her blouse to tug down her bra. The feel of his fingers on her soft breast made Audrey arch and rub her nipple against his palm. He brushed his thumb over it as he used his knee to spread her legs and settle between them.
Feeling the long, thick bulge of his erection pressing against her crotch made Audrey curl one leg around his and tilt her hips so she could rub herself gently against him.
Jackson wrenched his mouth from hers. “I want you naked, Audrey.”
She swallowed hard and nodded, shivering a little as he began stripping off her clothes. As efficient as he was, she could feel his hands shaking, and once she was completely bare to his touch he stopped and looked from her swollen, hard-tipped breasts to the satiny dark curls veiling her sex.
“You are like a dream,” he murmured as he trailed his fingertips from the dip in her collarbones to the dent of her navel. “One from which a man never wants to awake.”
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