swinging against hers as he gripped her outer thighs and squeezed. With the great wave of passion o’ertaking them both, every sensation was magnified, her mind at once fully present and totally blown away by the manner in which he dominated her without hurting her.
As the rhythm bordered on out of control, No’One held on to him for dear life, her physical form soaring even as it was pinned down under his, her heart shattering and being made whole in the same instant as the pleasure suddenly coalesced and then snapped. Indeed, her orgasm had her core gripping him and relenting in an alternating rhythm, the release entirely different from any of her previous ones—more intense, longer lasting. And it seemed to pitch him off the edge and into his own wild contractions, his pelvis shoving in and then jerking against her.
It all seemed to last forever, but as with any flight one took, they eventually eschewed the freedom of the sky and returned to earth.
Awareness was a gradual, unsettling burden.
He was still dressed, and so was she, the robe as yet draped upon her shoulders and arms. And the bench was cutting into her shoulder blades and the back of her head. And the air around her was not as warm as the passion had been.
How strange, she thought. Even though they had shared so much before, these moments just now had taken them up to and over a great divide.
She wondered how that would make him feel—
Tohrment lifted his head and stared down at her. There was no particular expression on his face, neither joy nor sorrow nor guilt.
He just looked at her.
“Are you okay?” he said.
As her voice appeared to have deserted her, she nodded, even though she wasn’t sure what she felt. Physically, her body was fine—in fact, it continued to welcome the presence inside of its recesses. But until she knew how he was, she couldn’t testify to anything else.
The last female he had been with had been his
FORTY-SIX
Tohr stayed frozen right where he was, poised over No’One, erection still buried in her body, his sex twitching to keep going even as he put a lock on his lust.
He waited for his conscience to start screaming.
He prepared himself for an overwhelming desolation that he had been with another female.
He was… ready for something, anything to cough up out of his chest—despair, anger, frustration.
All he got was the sense that what had just happened was the beginning, not an end.
Shifting his eyes to No’One’s face, he searched her features, looking for any indication that he’d swapped her for his
All he felt was a sense of rightness.
Reaching up, he brushed back a strand of blond hair from her face. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Are you?”
“Yeah. I kind of am.… I mean, I truly am… okay. Guess I was prepared for anything but that, if it makes any sense?”
The smile that bloomed on her face was nothing short of the sun’s radiance, the expression transforming her features into a beauty so resplendent, she took his ever-loving breath away.
So kind. So compassionate. So accepting.
He wouldn’t have been able to do this with anyone else.
“Mind if we try that again?” he said in a soft voice.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. “Please…”
The tone in her voice made his cock jump inside of her, her slick, tight heat stroking it on a oner, making him ready to roar and start pounding away again.
Except it wasn’t fair to ask her to lie on that hard bench.
Tunneling his arms around her, he held her close to his chest and let his heavy thighs do the work of picking them both up. When they were on his feet, he kissed her again, tilting his head and working his mouth over hers as he palmed her bottom and braced himself to start moving. Using his arms, he lifted her up and down on his arousal, kissing what he could of her throat and her collarbones as he penetrated her at a different, deeper angle.
She was incredible, enveloping him, holding him tightly, the friction making him want to bite her just for the taste of her.
Faster. Even faster.
The robe was swinging wildly, and No’One must have hated the flapping as much as he did, because she abruptly dumped the thing, scraping it free of her shoulders and letting it fall to the tile. As her arms returned around his neck, she tightened her hold—which was just fine with him.
Digging in with his fingers, he got closer and closer to the end point—and it was the same with No’One. The sounds she was making, the incredible moans, her gorgeous scent rising up, her braid slapping—
Abruptly, he slowed down and snagged the tie that secured the plait of her hair, ripping it off and freeing the lengths. Shaking the thick waves out of their confines, he drew them over her shoulder and his own, blanketing them both.
Something about that undoing led to his own undoing: Two pumps later and his body pitched off its ledge, the release taking over everything until he cursed on an explosive breath.
Careening through the pleasure, he squeezed her hard and put his face into all that blond, breathing in, smelling the delicate shampoo that she used. Shit, the scent of her cranked him even higher, until his orgasm abruptly became the rough-and-tumble kind, racking his body, throwing his balance out of whack, rendering him temporarily blind.
It must have been the same for her—from a distance, he heard her call out his name as she locked her legs around his hips, melding them together.
Incredible. Absolutely incredible. And he rode out the pleasure for as long as it lasted—on both sides. When he finally stilled, No’One’s head flopped onto his shoulder, her body collapsing against his chest, her lovely flesh going loose as her lovely hair.
Unbidden, one of his hands found her spine and followed it upward to the base of her neck. As his breathing eased, he just… held her.
Before he knew it, he was rocking them both from side to side. She weighed next to nothing in his powerful arms, and he had the sense that he could have kept them linked and against each other… forever.
Eventually, she whispered, “I must be getting heavy.”
“Not at all.”
“You’re very strong.”
Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane parked on its roof.
“I should get you cleaned up,” he said.
“What ever for?”
Okay, that was sexy. And it made him want to do… other things to her. All kinds of things.
Over her shoulder, he eyed the pool, and thought efficiency was actually the mother of invention.
“How about we take a dip?”
No’One lifted her head. “I could stay like this…”
“Forever?”
“Yes.” Her eyes were low-lidded and glowing in the blue-green light. “Forever.”
As he stared at her, he thought… she was so alive. Her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from his being all over her, her hair lush and a little wild. She was vital and hot and—
