She couldn’t stay still, and her hand moved over his erection. His hand guided hers, so that she memorized the shape and feel of him, sliding over the thick pulsing shaft to the large, velvet helmet, slick with pearl beads. Her breath caught in her throat and she had a mad desire to bend down and lick the beads off of him just to see if his taste was as addictive as she thought it would be.
“Give yourself into my keeping, Teagan. Your body. Your heart and soul. You are safe with me. I have entrusted you with my heart and soul. I give you my body and trust I am safe with you.”
Her heart contracted. Her sex spasmed. He had such an old-fashioned way of talking, but it was beautiful. She leaned forward to lick at his neck, right over the pounding pulse. She smiled and kissed her way over his stubborn jaw and up to his ear where she licked and kissed until the breath left him in a long hiss. His cock jumped in her hand and she actually felt him grow scorching hot right there in her fist. She loved that. She loved that she could make a man like Andre fight for his control.
His hands cupped her breasts. She was very small, so slight as to be nonexistent and she’d always been self-conscious of that fact. His hands were large and she felt him cover her completely, his thumbs sliding over her nipples with absolute expertise. She felt each stroke roll through her like a tidal wave, sending streaks of lightning straight to her sex.
She lost her ability to breathe when he abruptly rolled, sliding her beneath him. With him on top, she couldn’t move. It felt a little like being captured, but all the more thrilling because of it. He should have felt heavy. Instead, everything feminine reached for him. Wanted him. Needed him. She loved how hard his body was. When his mouth covered her breast and suckled she cried out. When his teeth and tongue laved and nipped she couldn’t even find her voice.
“Easy, csitri,” he whispered. “We have all the time in the world.”
She realized her hips bucked under his. Her body writhed and she was pleading in little gasps for him to do something. She hadn’t even realized, but she couldn’t stop. One hand slipped lower, trailing down her belly until he was there. Virgin territory. He pressed one finger to her and her hips jerked hard. Her sheath contracted. His mouth pulled stronger at her breast and she felt hot liquid welcome his invasion.
It felt . . . unbelievable. She wasn’t certain she could stand much more. The tension in her body coiled tight. He nuzzled her breast with his shadowed jaw and then kissed her, a long, lingering kiss. His finger slid deeper and she gasped against his mouth. She couldn’t help herself, she hooked her leg around his hip, opening herself more to him, needing more. Needing him inside of her.
“I waited lifetimes for you,” he whispered against her mouth. He slid another finger inside her and flames spread like a wildfire. “So beautiful. You are worth all those years of endless nothing. Centuries, sivamet. So much ugliness. So much brutality. Wiped away with the sound of your laughter. Your nonsense. With your smile and your kisses. You taste so sweet, Teagan. I am holding you in my arms, looking into your eyes and I still cannot believe you are real.”
She was real? More like he couldn’t be real, not and be so sweet. So loving. Teagan wanted to cry at the things he said to her. He really meant them. She was that special to him. How could he have lived such a lonely existence for so many years—years filled with hunting and destroying friends and even family? He didn’t have anyone left alive. No brothers. No sisters. No parents or grandparents. She’d lost her mother, but she’d never really known her. Her father had abandoned her before she was born. Still, she was raised in a loving environment and her family always, always had her back.
She couldn’t imagine what his life was like, so bleak and gray and barren. His memories were mainly those of battle, blood, wounds, pain and death. She didn’t want to see those things in his mind. It was difficult not to burst into tears. At the same time, she wanted to give him everything he wanted or needed.
She stretched up, bringing his head down to hers again, needing his mouth, needing to show him how much he mattered to her. It wasn’t just about what his clever fingers did to her body, or the fire raging in her, she wanted him to know she felt so much more. She kissed him, sliding her lips over his in a caress. Teasing with the tip of her tongue along the seam of his mouth.
Kissing him was a miracle of sensation, especially combined with the delicious feelings his fingers stirred as they pressed inside of her. There was a tiny bite of pain from the stretch, but that was a little wicked and delicious.
Look at me, sivamet.
She reluctantly lifted her head so her eyes met his. There was something there, deep, important. Something that took her breath away.
You are giving yourself to me.
It was more of a statement than a question, but she knew better. She knew he needed to hear her say it to him.
She lifted her head, found his earlobe and tugged gently with her teeth. “I’m giving myself to you,” she affirmed.
His eyes darkened. The glacier melted. Went pure liquid. He took her mouth and it was no leisurely kiss, no gentle kiss. It was hard and hot and spectacular. She hadn’t known anyone could kiss like that and she lost herself completely, there in his mouth.
10
Andre took a breath to gain control. Teagan had only a glimmer of an idea of what and who he was. He knew that. He knew the pull between lifemates was so strong that they couldn’t be apart for long. He also knew she wouldn’t be happy when she realized the full of extent of the commitment she was making.