by Elodie Colt
“I don’t mean for saving my life. I mean, of course, I’m thankful for that, too, more than you can imagine. But what I want to say is…” She paused, searching for words. “Thank you for staying with me through the Revival and making it such an amazing night.” She swerved her gaze to the side, seemingly uncomfortable with the topic. My heart sped up at what she was telling me. “I was horrified at first when you suggested staying with me, but I’m glad you did. I’m glad I could share the experience with someone.” Her eyes found mine again, probing. “With you.”
She swallowed visibly, and I could only imagine how hard it must have been for her to reveal this to me.
My feet moved of their own accord, and I panted heavily by the time I reached her. She straightened up in alert when I flattened my palm next to her head, leaning in closer to eliminate any chance for her to escape.
“You shouldn’t speak about that night to me,” I drawled, watching her closely, and for one horrible moment, the shock on her face told me she’d misunderstood, so I continued in a huskier voice, “It makes me want to pick up where we left.”
When my words sank in, a coy smile played on her lips, and she slightly pushed away from the wall, leaving barely an inch of space between our noses. Hot air swirled between us as our breaths mingled. “And what exactly would you do if you could?”
Yes.
There was the invitation I’d been waiting for, and I’d be damned if I wasted another second.
“How about I show you?” I suggested before giving in to months of pent-up passion, cupping her cheek and descending my lips upon hers.
It started as a one-way kiss, and I waited the one second it took for the Connection to set in. Haylie groaned under my hold when it hit her, that point when our heartbeats clashed, fusing into the same rhythm. I exhaled through my nose as the familiar tingles sped through my system, resulting in an adrenaline shot for my libido.
No, not tingles. A fucking storm of lightning bolts.
I struggled to keep upright, but the force made Haylie slump in defeat, the Connection still so new to her. I backed her up against the door, supporting her weight.
Letting a few moments pass, I allowed her to adjust, neither of us moving. As soon as we overcame the initial shock, I began moving my lips over hers, pouring every ounce of longing into the kiss I’d felt since first laying eyes on her.
Her unique scent made me delirious, and I framed her face with both hands to deepen the kiss. With my tongue, I coaxed her mouth open, and my heart made crazy little jumps when she invited me in. As soon as our tongues connected, Haylie gasped audibly, clawing her fingers into my shoulders. I smiled over her lips at sensing the same amount of desire I felt. This became even more apparent when she spread her legs slightly to make room for me.
My jeans suddenly became extremely tight around the crotch, and my hands itched to move lower. I ran them down her sides and over the sexy curve of her waist, pressing her into the evidence of my arousal. Her answer was to break the kiss only to grab the hem of my sweater and yank it up. Her eagerness to see me naked boosted my confidence, and I quickly rushed to her aid, discarding the clothing. If there was one thing I could give her, it was a hard, chiseled body ready for her to do with as she pleased.
I watched with satisfaction as her hungry eyes trailed lower, and soon, her hands circled my defined chest, causing my pecs to clench at the touch. She surprised me by hooking two fingers into the waistband of my jeans, giving them a rough yank, so I ended up pressed flat against her again.
When our mouths united fervently for a second time, I growled from deep within. My hands wandered over the swell of her butt, and I couldn’t help moaning again at finally having it in my palms. Haylie gave off a seductive chuckle at watching me grappling with control, but it quickly died off when I grabbed the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up effortlessly and pushing her up the wall.
Kissing a path down her neck, I combed her mass of hair to the side to get better access. At the same time, I moved my other hand under the hem of her dress, grazing the rim of her panties. God, I needed to get her out of this dress…
The zipper in front was convenient and also perfect for displaying what was hidden underneath. I looked into her eyes when I moved the zipper slowly, starting at her left breast over her stomach, and down to her right thigh. The sound tore loudly through the space, drawing out our ragged breathing and enhancing the sexual tension between us.
After the zipper was open, the dress stayed draped around her frame for a second longer before slipping away, landing with a soft thump on the floor and exposing a spectacular view of utter female perfection.
I could barely tame my lust when my eyes fell onto her heaving chest clad in a cream-colored, strapless bra that was a nice contrast to her sun-kissed skin. Her succulent breasts were so beautiful, I bit back the urge to rip off the fabric and bite down. Hard.
But I held back. Haylie deserved better for the first time after the Awakening.
I wanted to savor her. Savor every breath, every moan, every touch. This was my chance to right the wrongs of the past, to show her how much she meant to me, to prove to her she was making me a better man.
She’d said she’d had an amazing night sharing her Revival with me? I’d show her just how amazing a real night with me could be.
Unable to resist any longer, I brushed my fingers over her jaw and throat until cupping one breast. Wow. Just… wow.
Seriously, I’d grabbed lots of breasts in my lifetime. Most of them tiny, barely filling my palms, others so big I couldn’t even hold them in both of my hands—always fake, of course. But these tits I currently stroked were soft and taut at the same time, perfectly symmetrical, and most of all... natural.
I followed the path of my hand with my lips trailing featherlight kisses along the way. Haylie sighed in relief when I pushed one plump breast against my lips. This part of her body tasted so good, I did the same with the other one. Each contact made me yearn for more, my kisses becoming relentless the more I drowned in her intoxicating flavor.
She gasped and arched off the door, pressing her breasts harder against my mouth. It took me a second to realize that the weight lifted from my hand under her butt. Haylie’s eyes were closed, so I couldn’t see the Flare, but I was positive she’d activated her ability—subconsciously, apparently. I smiled as I continued to nibble on her skin as I was now able to use both hands to devour her while she held up most of her weight on her own.
As I continued my sweet torture on her, she started to flex her hips, grinding against me. I knew I wouldn’t hold out much longer if we kept going like this, so I snatched her up and walked over to the bed.
Despite my urge to dump her on the mattress and rip her underwear in pieces, I eased her down gently, fanning her hair over the sheets. As her jaylior eyes looked up into mine, emanating so much affection and desire, my knees buckled from the effect she had on me, and I caught myself on my elbows on either side of her head. In fact, her eyes were so bright and shining, it looked as if someone had manipulated them in Photoshop by increasing their saturation to one hundred percent and adjusting the hue to a shimmering gold.
The bra was one of these front closure pieces, allowing me to open it easily without breaking eye contact. Her breasts sprang free, ready to be caught by my hands.
“God, you’re so beautiful, it nearly hurts to look at you,” I whispered with a slight tremble, enthralled by the angel-like creature sprawled underneath me as I peeled off her bra.
She bit her lip, a mixture of confusion and awe crossing her features. I released her lower lip from the torture she put it under, sucking it into my mouth. She nibbled my lips in return, and another wave of hot desire shot through me when her breasts grazed my naked chest for the first time.
Haylie wiggled a hand between us, undoing the buttons of my jeans. Hooking her fingers into the belt loops, she yanked them over my ass in one swift movement. I quickly fished a condom from the back pocket, but
Haylie stopped me by touching my hand.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “And I haven’t had sex for—”
With a finger crossing her lips, I silenced her. “I know.” And with that, I quickly tossed the condom over my shoulder, only too eager to feel her for real.
Skating kisses down her side over her rib cage and waist, I started to explore the swells and curves of her body. When I reached her hip bone, she arched into me, stretching her flat stomach. I spanned my fingers over it before hooking my arm under the small of her back—owning her, claiming her.
Brushing the cream-colored hot pants down her sexy thighs, I smelled her sweet arousal as soon as I freed her lower parts from the fabric. My dick was so hard, it felt it might go off like a rocket any minute, and I prayed I’d last long enough to give her at least one orgasm, or my shiny, polished image as a talented lover would be ruined beyond repair.
I sensed her ready for me, but a little bit of foreplay might speed things up. Not too much because I wanted her to have her first release with me inside her.
Skimming three fingers along the tendon of her inner thigh until I reached her soft spot, I continued to litter her lower belly with tongue strokes. The skin down there was so soft and flawless, I wondered if she’d waxed it as I didn’t feel any stubble that usually came with a shave.
So fucking perfect…
Haylie clutched the comforter when I finally reached her bundle of nerves, spreading her wetness over it and circling it leisurely with one finger. The sweetest gasp escaped her, the sound like heaven in my ears.
I allowed one finger to slip in, feeling her tightness for the first time. She responded immediately and wiggled, begging for more. Granting her the wish, I inserted a second finger, widening her for me.
Fighters were well armed and born with a natural talent for pleasuring women. If my dick wanted to fit in there, I needed to make her ready for my size.
It didn’t take me long to find her G-spot, and I hooked my fingers to penetrate her where she needed it the most. Haylie responded with a garbled choke, her hands clamping down on the solid ripples of my back. The motion reminded me of her scratching my skin the night of her Awakening. I wouldn’t mind if she added more scars, eternalizing the traces of our lovemaking on my back.
“Shit,” Haylie cursed with eyes strained shut.
“Shhh,” I calmed her, knowing the Connection was twice as intense the first time. I took the leg trembling beside me and hooked it over my shoulder, holding it in place and littering it with comforting kisses.
“Dylan,” she breathed, and I groaned in response to her uttering my name in delirium. “Dylan, wait.”
I froze at her plea, my stomach churning. Was she backing out? Hell, no. I’d die of self-combustion.
Grabbing my head, she gave me a light pull so I was forced to come back up again and hover at eye level. The orange in her irises was ablaze, emanating desire. I swear even looking at her burned my insides.
“Dylan,” she repeated firmly. “I need you. Now.”
My heart somersaulted in my chest, and I couldn’t help the satisfied smile forming on my face. Who was I to deny her wish—one coming from those luscious lips?
It took me only a second to dispose of my boxer briefs, freeing my stone-hard erection.
“You really want this?” It wasn’t a question stemming from uncertainty but from the need to hear her confirmation, to hear her say she needed this as much as I did. I wanted her in on this with her full devotion.
She didn’t answer but yanked me down instead, swallowing my lips feverishly and therefore giving me all the answer I needed. I groaned into her mouth as our tongues dueled for control, and she widened her legs, inviting me in. Resting my forehead on hers, I stared deeply into her eyes, eager to watch her when I made her mine.
Finally.
I guided my tip to her entrance, the contact sending the Connection into overdrive. Her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as I slowly broke through her boundaries. Inch by inch, I sank in deeper and deeper until I’d sheathed her completely. The Connection sent sizzling sensations the likes I’d never felt before through my veins, and gathering from the way Haylie’s body tensed, she experienced the same sweet torture.
I gave her time to adjust, panting as her muscles clenched tightly around me. As I got caught in her gaze, it struck me that I couldn’t remember ever having slept with a woman missionary-style. To be honest, I preferred doggy-style, as it served two purposes—one, I was saved from unnecessary groping, and two, I was saved from staring into eyes that didn’t mean shit to me.
But with Haylie? She was too beautiful to hide her face in a pillow, too stunning to turn her body away from me. I craved her touches, yearned for her eyes on me. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy pleasuring her from behind with nothing but her elegant back and velvet hair obscuring my view, but really, it was all in her eyes. Those hypnotizing pools of jaylior reflecting love and desire, disarming me and leaving me helpless like a fish on a hook.
As I started to do what I could do best, the room disappeared around us. Time lost its meaning. Worries vanished. Boundaries caved in. Nothing existed except the woman sprawled underneath me. Nothing mattered anymore except this. This moment of pure devotion. This moment of final commitment. This moment of utter bliss.
I kept a slow but steady rhythm, and it didn’t take Haylie long to adapt to my pace, moving in sync with me. When I wanted to kiss her lips, she turned her head to me. When I bent down to suck her neck, she stretched it for me. When I wanted to snake a hand underneath her, she arched off the bed. There were no awkward fumbles, no accidental bumps. We moved in complete harmony, the intensity of the Connection allowing us to tune in to what the other needed.
And I needed her like I needed air to breathe…
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I drank everything in—the way her fingers cramped, the way she writhed her head from side to side, her eyes pressed shut, forming wrinkles on her forehead. I watched as her mouth opened in silent screams, and how she bit her lip only to release it again and moan from deep within.
Every movement, every breath, every noise she made was so sensual and highly erotic, I nearly lost my rhythm—the fervid display in front of me challenging my multitasking skills.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I muttered into her hair in desperation. Never in my life had sex felt that fucking good, that fucking right. Her mouth opened to answer, but I muffled her response with another scorching kiss.
Her hands fisted in my hair, and gathering from the way she bit her lower lip, I knew she was close. I increased my pace, hooking her legs across my back, guiding her to my rhythm with one hand on her thigh.
It didn’t rest long there, though, because a sudden weight settled upon me, pressing me down. Haylie’s eyes glowed with the Flare as she slowly spiraled into a blissful release, and the pressure on my lower body parts increased with her manipulating gravity. I felt it ease off every time I pulled out and switching back on when I drove in, sucking me in with a force I was helpless against. I knew she was doing it on purpose this time.
“Jesus, Haylie…”
Her answer was a loud moan severing the last thread of my control. I shoved my hips forward roughly, desperate to bring her over the edge.
“Dylan, oh God!” she cried, hands fisted above her head and elbows pressed against her temples.
I choked on my moan as her orgasm trembled around me, and I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, desperate to taste the release on her breath.
And God, did it taste delicious…
Gritting my teeth, I tried very hard not to lose focus. You’d think I was the dominant one with me on top of her, but the way she abused her ability to pull me in, even when her climax started to ebb off, rendered me defenseless.
“Haylie,” I pleaded bashfully, wanting her to stop as well as go on with whatever she put me under. She angled her hips higher in response, meeting my thrusts, undoing me once and for all.
I fisted my hands in her hair as I reached my high with a force I wasn’t prepared for, shamelessly grunting into her mouth as I erupted inside her. The orgasm was the longest and most intense I’d ever had, and I sunk my teeth into her neck, sucking her skin in sync with the spurts spilling from me.
After what felt like an eternity, the pressure eased off, and I slumped down in defeat, burying my face in Haylie’s neck. “Fuck, Haylie, could you unman me even more?”
Haylie chuckled and patted my head. “At least, the ceiling is still intact.”
I just groaned, still trying to catch my breath. Let’s face it, I wouldn’t have noticed the ceiling collapsing. Not even an earthquake would have shifted my focus away from a goddess like her.
Stemming my hands on the headboard, I heaved myself up, but all of a sudden, it cracked under my weight, causing me to slump back down on Haylie as I lost balance.
“What the hell?” Haylie exclaimed in shock, and I lifted my hand, showing her a piece of wood I’d just torn off. I slowly heaved myself up a second time, this time more carefully.
“Seems you gave me quite a boost,” I muttered, eyeing my hand that had just managed to break solid wood with no effort on my part.
“Me?”
“Through the Connection.”
“This Connection thing… How does it work exactly?” she asked tentatively as if embarrassed. This caused me to smile, knowing she’d experienced its true power with me first.
“It’s simply an exchange of energy. When I touch you,” I paused to move a finger gently over her breast, watching its nipple harden and relishing in the tingles the Connection shot through my body, “then your body responds by transferring its energy into mine, and my body does the same with yours. The exchange increases the energy flow, and as a result, we both feel stronger.”
I paused, waiting for her to process. A cute frown formed on her face.
“I’m not sure I feel stronger,” she mused, lifting her hand and making a fist as if testing her strength.
“Because you didn’t let me in.”
