The minute he finished unzipping, Ildaria’s hands were there, pushing his aside and reaching in to find him. G.G. finallylet her breast slip from his mouth and straightened abruptly, his breath hissing between his teeth as her fingers touchedhim, and then he looked at her and could have wept. She hadn’t just removed the shredded pants, the bustier was now gone too.She stood before him with only her long hair and high-heeled boots for covering, and the sight was enough to make a grownman weep.
Grasping her by the waist, he lifted her to sit on the island, stepped between her open legs and buried his face briefly betweenher breasts, nuzzling the skin there as his hands ran over her exposed flesh. They slid from her waist, down her hips andthen her outer legs, before riding back up those same curves and farther to claim her breasts.
She was smooth as silk and warm to the touch, her skin as hot as if she’d been lying out in the sun. He wanted that heat wrappedaround him like a blanket. Now. But his mind was telling him that a good lover gave his woman foreplay and Ildaria deserveda good lover. This was their first time, at least in real life. That made him hesitate.
G.G. stood frozen, his whole body trembling with his need, his hands clutching her now as he struggled desperately against the urge to sink himself into her. He wanted to please her, knew he should. But the seeming hours of foreplay from the shared dreams was an impossibility when faced with this onslaught of sensation and overwhelming need.
Ildaria suddenly grasped his face with both hands and lifted his head. Eyes on fire with glowing gold, she gasped, “I needyou inside me,” and G.G. lost the battle with himself. Claiming her mouth with his, he took himself in hand, and they bothsucked in a breath as he touched his own sensitive skin, then he stroked her once with the tip of his erection, found herentrance and released himself to grasp her hips as he thrust in.
G.G. felt her pain mix with their pleasure, and froze briefly, but when she clutched his behind and dug her nails in in demand,he began to move. It was nothing like the shared dreams. That had been pedestrian mortal sex, feeling only his own pleasure.Now he was experiencing it all, his, hers, theirs, waves of it pounding at his body and mind as that first burst of pain fadedaway. Neither of them could take it long. There would be no holding off on taking his own pleasure until she found hers. Thatwas impossible.
G.G. didn’t count the strokes, but it couldn’t have been more than a handful before his release hit. It was a freight trainoff the rails, smashing through barriers, crushing brain cells, and blocking out the light. He thought he heard Ildaria cryout with him, her higher voice a counterpoint to his, and then he was falling into the darkness dropping over him.
Ildaria woke up lying on top of G.G. on the kitchen floor. Her mind was slow to understand why she was there, and then her memories flew back to her. They’d had sex. Right. And her first time . . . at least in real life. Which was something of a surprise. She’d been told she was molested as a child and had assumed that had meant . . . Well, apparently it hadn’t included intercourse.
Ildaria let those thoughts go in favor of recalling what had just happened. While this might have been her first real sex,she’d had lots of sex in their shared dreams. But it had not prepared her for the reality of life mate sex. That was anothermatter altogether. There had been no sweet sighs, no building need. It had been brutal, and explosive and exciting as hell.
Just recalling it was making her nipples hard and causing a warm heat between her legs . . . where she and G.G. were stillconnected, she realized when he hardened inside her in response to what she was experiencing. The man wasn’t even conscious,but they were still connected both physically and mentally. The return of excitement to her was translating to his body. Shemarveled over that as he expanded inside her, filling her and bringing on more excitement.
G.G. groaned and she lifted her head to watch his eyes flutter open. He appeared as confused by their position at first as she had been, and a confused G.G. was an adorable one, she thought with a faint smile, her gaze traveling over his face and hair. His Mohawk hadn’t survived their activity. It had fallen and now lay slightly to the side, covering part of the shaved section on one side of his head so that it looked like he had hair there. He would look good with hair, she decided. Although, she liked him with it shaved and just the Mohawk too. But he could never hide with the green Mohawk. It made him easily spotted and recognized in any crowd. Ildaria’s life had always been about hiding. At least, it had been since she was fourteen, and if things did not change, she would have to hide again. Which meant that if G.G. wished to join her, he would have to lose the Mohawk.
That thought troubled her. Ildaria didn’t want him to have to change to be with her. She didn’t want
