He felt it. In his body. Felt her fist tighten. Felt her body, her heart, her soul fighting Pele’s powerful, malevolent magic.
The force pressing on him grew greater, harder. His bones groaned, his heart hammered, sending shudders through his frame. By the gods, was Jordynn doing this? Was this still her dream, or was this something else? He sucked in a breath, his compressing lungs desperate for air. The sweet, clean scent of the mountain poured into his nostrils, into his body, tangible and palpable. His heart thumped. The ubiquitous heat pressed around him, hotter, hotter. Not just outside, but within. Every fiber of his being seemed to be in a vice. He opened his mouth—
And Jordynn pressed her fist to his chest.
The right heat…
An inferno ignited in his being. Powerful. Consuming. It tore through him, turning his hammering heart into a thunderous explosion. His body snapped into an arc, his hips bucking forward, driving his rigid cock against Jordynn’s soft mons and his chest to her clenched fist. Another eruption of heat detonated in his being, surging through him.
He bucked, his turgid cock smashing against her sex.
Her fist pressed against his chest, her knuckles burning his flesh.
“Gods!” he cried out. He bucked again, fingers splaying, veins coursing liquid fire.
Jordynn’s hand rammed harder to his chest, singeing his skin. His heart drummed a rapid tattoo of exquisite agony. She stepped closer, grinding her mons against his throbbing shaft. “The right touch. The right heat,” she whispered, pressing her body to his as she opened her fist and pressed the peridot directly against his flesh.
A deafening hiss split the air, followed by a sharp crack. His heartbeat tripled. His blood turned molten, filling his veins with the heat of the sun. He threw back his head, a roar of agony tearing from his throat. He felt on fire. He felt ablaze…
He felt!
Kale’s eyes snapped wide and he stared at Jordynn lying supine on the narrow bedding, her right fist resting on her breast, her breathing even, her eyes closed. Joy and wonder and desire flooded through him. By the Gods, he felt everything. Everything.
Throat tight with barely contained hope, he dropped to his knees, reaching hesitantly for Jordynn’s face, his fingertips brushing her jaw. A soft moan slipped from her lips, her eyelids fluttered open and she looked up at him, a smile of raw delight igniting in her eyes. His pulse pounding, his body thrumming with new life, he moved his hand to her closed fist and removed it from her chest.
Hardly daring to draw breath, he rotated her wrist and lowered his gaze to her upturned palm.
The peridot sat in the center of her hand. Split in half. Two dull chunks of lime-green crystal glinting in the cabin’s muted light.
He stared at it, nostril flaring, mouth dry for a long moment before returning his gaze to Jordynn’s face.
“Ask me if you are asleep, Jordynn Harrison,” he said, voice hoarse. The heat from her body seeped into his own, melding with his. “Ask me if I am a dream again.”
A small grin curled the corners of her lips. “Am I asleep, Kale? Are you a dream?”
Holding breath in his lungs for the first time in over four hundred years, he lifted his hands to her face, brushing a lone strand of hair from her forehead with his fingertips. “Not anymore,” he whispered. He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. Gently. Reverently. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to her feet as he stood, crushing her to his body, feeling her heat with flesh and muscle. No longer just an object of Jordynn Harrison’s sleeping mind. “Not anymore.”
He plunged his tongue past her lips, seeking her wet heat. Her teeth nipped at his bottom lip and he growled, his already febrile passion igniting more. He raked his hands down her back, cupping her ass. Her sweet, moist sex aligned perfectly with his cock, the organ throbbing with hot, eager blood.
His blood surged and pumped through his veins. His blood! Thick and hot. Because of the woman in his arms. The woman who kissed him back with almost wild hunger.
He rolled his hips, thrusting his cock upward against Jordynn’s pussy. The soft lips parted, slicking his steely length with her juices. Her musky desire filled his breath and he growled low in his throat. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The delicate scent of her cream told him so, just as surely as the rock-hard tips of her nipples pressed to his chest and the way her fingers tangled in his hair to hold his mouth to hers.
Head swimming with sensations he’d forgotten existed, Kale leaned into her, lowering her to the thin mattress. He grabbed her wrists, removing her hands from his hair to pin her arms above her head. Her breasts lifted, their gloriously round shape cushioning him on her body as he settled between her thighs. “Gods, you are divine,” he murmured against her lips.
His shaft nudged her soft, damp folds and she moaned. “You are impossible.”
“Not anymore,” he chuckled. “You made me possible.”
The swollen button of her clit rubbed against his broad cock head, sending darts of molten pleasure into his balls and he clenched his jaw. Pleasure radiated up his spine. By the gods, he wanted to bury himself to the balls in her sex. He shifted his weight, parting her pussy lips and dipping his cock into her dewy slit just enough to feel her sodden heat.
He sucked in a sharp breath. Her tightness squeezed the tip of his shaft, promising heaven. He’d fucked her in her dreams, he’d possessed her in spiritual, non-corporeal form, but it had never felt like this. This was making love. This was… “Wonderful,” he groaned, hooking one hand around both her wrists and dragging his other down the length of her arm to capture her left breast. “You are so wonderful.”
She writhed beneath him, pushing her hips harder to his. “Oh, fuck me, so are you!” She spread her legs, locking her ankles behind his back, just above his ass.
With a determined tensing of thighs and calf muscles, she slammed his sex to hers, impaling herself on his throbbing, rigid length.
Kale threw back his head, his raw cry bouncing off the cabin walls. Her wet channel gripped him, tight and complete. She thrust her hips upward, meeting his penetrations, her sex clenching and constricting on each one.
He felt it. He felt it—her erect nipples raking his chest, her downy pubic hair combing his, her perspiration wetting his flesh. He felt it all. With his body as well as his soul and heart.
It was too much. It was tactile overload. After centuries of a disembodied existence, to be touching this woman, with her warmth and sensual passion…it was too much. His balls swelled, bunched, grew hard and, with another cry that sounded more like a roar, he came.
Eruption after eruption of scorching cum burst from his cock, surging through the throbbing organ to pump her pussy full with his seed.
She took it all, rocking into his thrusts, her back arching as her own orgasm claimed her. Her cries bounced off the walls, assaulting Kale’s ears. The primitive, elemental sound sent fresh blood roaring into his still-rigid cock and he thrust harder into her sex.
“Jesus Christ!” Jordynn bucked beneath him, eyes squeezed shut. “Jesusfuckingchristallmighty!”
He didn’t understand the words, but the feverish desire in her voice was more than clear. It made his body thrum and with one final thrust, he shot the last of his seed into her sex.
“Oh Jesus!” Jordynn panted, going limp beneath him. The tip of her tongue flicked out and traced the full, plump line of her bottom lip, drawing Kale’s stare. His body stirred at the sight—so simple, yet so sinful. Sweat slicked her brow, tiny beads of moisture glistening in the soft light. It would be salty to taste, salty and sweet at once. Kale smiled, enjoying her obviously sated exhaustion. Her rapture still rang in his ears and, like her screams of release, the echo flooded his being with new hunger.
By the gods, he wanted her again. Now.
Before she could move, before the tingle of his orgasm mellowed, he lifted himself from the bed, planted his palms high on her inner thighs and shoved her legs apart.
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sp; For a split second, he stared at what he’d exposed. Her feminine folds—pink and sodden with his juices and hers. Kale’s cock jerked with ravenous interest and he dropped to his knees on the floor. Gripping her hips, he roughly pulling her body toward him until her legs dangled off the bed—then buried his head between Jordynn’s spread thighs.
“Fuck!” Jordynn gasped, hips jerking upward.
He stabbed his tongue into her sex, past her soaking, velvety folds. He flicked her clit, nipped at it with his teeth, sucked it into his mouth.
Jordynn thrashed on the bed, fisting his hair in painful handfuls that sent bolts of pleasure to his balls. “Jesus!” Her moan grazed his senses. “Oh fuck, yeah, that feels so good!” She lifted her legs and planted her heels on his shoulders, levering her ass off the mattress to shove her pussy harder to his suckling mouth. He granted her unspoken request, rolling his tongue over the swollen nub of her clit, biting it, sucking it until he felt a shudder rock her body.
He plunged his tongue into her slit, lapping at the fresh cream her orgasm produced.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Jordynn cried out, smashing her sex to his mouth in a sensual punctuation of each affirmation. Another shudder consumed her, but before she could succumb to it, Kale grabbed her hips, yanked them up higher and lashed at her tightly puckered anus with his tongue.
A keening squeal rent the air, followed by a cry of unadulterated pleasure. “God, Kale! I can’t…I can’t…” Jordynn bucked, her juices smearing Kale’s face. “I can’t…”
He pushed his tongue against her ass, feeling its muscled ring tighten. She groaned and begged him to stop, to keep going, to stop, oh, for the love of God, please don’t stop!
He didn’t. He stabbed his tongue continually at her anus, with each slight penetration pushing one finger, then another, another, another into her constricting, sopping pussy.
“Oh my god!” Jordynn whimpered. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!” Her sex clamped down on his wriggling fingers as she orgasmed again.
Kale continued to lap at her ass, his cock a burning rod of steel. Pre-cum oozed from its tip. He felt its liquid heat slide over the bulbous head of his cock. Still squirming his fingers into Jordynn’s sex, still worshipping her anus with his tongue, he closed his free hand around his shaft. Its rigid length scalded his palm and he pumped it. Once. Twice. Pressure built in his balls, ricocheted up and down his spine. By the gods, he was ready to erupt.
He released his cock and pulled his fingers from Jordynn’s gripping folds. She whimpered, shaking her head in protest at the sudden lack of contact. The sight brought a growl of desire to Kale’s throat. Made his cock spasm with need and hunger.
He needed to possess her. He needed her to know she was not alone anymore. She was his and he, hers. As Pele proclaimed… Until you know love again, until your heart is hot with passion once more.
His heart was hot with passion. It smoldered like lava with love for Jordynn Harrison, a woman not of his time, but of his heart. Strong, spirited and fiery.
She had given him life. He lived and breathed because of her. He needed to give her life back.
Without a word, he mounted the bed and pressed her to her back. The broad tip of his cock pushed against her drenched pussy lips, rubbed the hooded nub of her clit. With more control than he believed he had, he held himself off her body with straight arms and stared into her eyes. “I know nothing of your world, Jordynn Harrison, but that does not matter. I am yours. My heart is yours. My soul. My life is forfeit if I am not with you.”
Jordynn gazed up at him, her lips, swollen from his kisses, parted. He saw the pink of her tongue behind those lips. Saw it touch her teeth as she moved beneath him. She lifted her hips slightly, enough to caress the head of his cock with her pussy lips.
“For an ancient Hawaiian chief, you really know how to make a twenty-first-century girl feel special,” she whispered on a smile, before raking her nails down his back, sinking them into his ass and spearing herself on his cock.
Raw pleasure erupted through Jordynn. She gasped, her wet slit stretching as Kale’s shaft filled her. The slight burn and sting felt like heaven and she writhed, pulling him deeper. Making love to Kale in her dreams had been amazing. Making love to him in reality, in the flesh… His heat pervading her body, his musk threading through her breath. He entered her not just with his cock, but with his being.
She took it all. Wantonly. Gladly. Willingly.
The thick base of Kale’s cock rubbed against her clit, the friction electrifying. Oh God. She’d never felt so alive.
Arching her back, she curled her fingers around his right wrist, directing his palm to her breast. He complied, kneading the heavy curve of flesh until she squirmed and moaned.
“You like that.” It was a statement.
She nodded, eyes closed, breath shallow.
“And this?” Strong fingers pinched her nipple, twisted and flicked it.
Blistering licks of pleasure shot through her. “Yes.”
“This?” A warm breath tickled her nipple, followed by Kale’s teasing tongue.
Jordynn’s pussy grew heavy and full. “Oh Jesus, yes!”
Kale’s soft chuckle hummed against her flesh. “Hmmm. Seems so.” He nipped at her nipple with his teeth, drew the distended point deeper into his mouth. She groaned, her inner-muscles constricting around his cock. Fuck!
Still suckling on her nipple, Kale palmed her other breast, massaging it with such sensuous care Jordynn’s already-hitching breath caught in her throat. She threaded her fingers through his, stroking her own flesh as ripples of bliss consumed her, building into a wave of exquisite joy. A tsunami of rapture. Her heart squeezed tight, her sex tighter. She came. Hard. Crying out nonsensical words of pure pleasure, her orgasm rocking her to her core. “Yes, Kale! Oh God, yes!”
Kale thrust into her, riding each crashing, contracting wave of her release, his own climax as powerful and in perfect harmony with hers.
Spent and utterly drained, they stayed locked together on the cot for long, still moments, Jordynn smiling softly as she stared up into Kale’s green eyes. “So,” she whispered, her voice husky and broken. “I’ve released the stone.” She slid her hands up his smooth, hard back and tangled her fingers into the silky blackness of his hair. “What happens next?”
Kale lifted his head and looked at her, a smoldering light flaring in his eyes. Green desire flickering with devilish intent. “You release me again.” He brushed his lips over hers, his shaft beginning to grow thick and long inside her once more. “And again and again and again.”
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