He obliges, stripping down. When the buttons on his shirt take too long, he rips them off and flings the shirt on the floor. His shoes, socks, slacks, underwear… He sheds everything, revealing the perfection of his well-honed body before my eager eyes. He’s even more gorgeous this close, his shoulders impossibly wide, his waist impossibly tight. All the thick, strong muscles of the powerful physique, all within my reach. My hands itch to touch him, caress every gorgeous, defined line, stroke every rugged inch in sight.
And the thick and massive erection. The dark veins on the staff throb, and I lick my lips, imagining tracing my tongue over the lines they make. I want to hear the sound he makes when I do that.
He cups my breasts. Heat sears my nerve endings, shatters all my thoughts. Air shudders out of me and I dig my fingers into his thick, broad shoulders.
He wraps his mouth around a nipple. He sucks hard, his tongue flicking the tip. Layer by layer the pleasure builds. I arch my back, sinking my fingers deeper into him to anchor myself, lest I get swept away by torrential bliss.
He’s greedy as he sucks on the nipple, then moves to the other one while pinching and tugging at the freed tip. I move restlessly, every cell inside me vibrating with need and pleasure.
I’m so wet, so empty.
Then his teeth sink lightly into my nipple, just enough to make them felt without causing pain.
I cry out as a massive wave of pleasure crashes over me, then twists me inside out. My vision goes white. My toes curl. The flesh between my legs pulses, desperate for him, even in this tsunami of ecstasy.
Tolyan gives a wicked, satisfied chuckle and gently licks my overly responsive breast. “Aren’t you a sensitive little fawn?”
“Yes,” I say, nearly mindless with the need for more. The emptiness between my legs is now unbearable. I press myself against him shamelessly. “Please.”
He reaches between my thighs. His fingers glide between my slick folds, pressing against my clit. Electric pleasure zaps through me. My nerve endings prickle.
“Yes.” I whimper, clinging to him and rocking against his large hand, but he isn’t moving fast enough. I reach over and wrap my hand around his erection. It pulses like there’s a separate heart inside the shaft. He’s so thick, I can barely wrap my hand around it. And I want him to glide inside me right now, fill the emptiness that hurts too much.
He hisses out a breath as I touch him, then pushes a finger inside. A moan vibrates through me. God, that feels so good. “Please, please.” I kiss him, suck his tongue, devour his mouth.
I’m so close to what I want. The orgasm before was nothing compared to what I’m chasing after. What I really need.
He pulls away with a curse. Then he moves to the nightstand and pulls out a condom from the drawer. He digs his teeth into the foil then sheathes himself. I’m shaky with hot anticipation. He pushes my legs wider, then puts them over his shoulders so I’m spread and completely exposed.
I cradle his face and kiss him. He kisses me back and drives into me in one powerful stroke.
I groan against his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck. The wet friction is so delicious. The sensation of having him filling the most intimate part of me is overwhelming. It isn’t quite all pleasure, as I’m trying to adjust to the invasion. It’s been so, so long. But my body pulses with a happy thrill anyway. I’m cradling the man I want more than my next breath. The only man who makes me feel safe and protected and cared for. It’s more precious than all the diamonds in the world.
Tolyan takes a long, steadying breath. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay. Awesome.”
He starts moving. Pleasure rushes over me, blanketing me, drowning me. I let myself get lost, trusting that he’s here, my anchor, my protector.
Every thrust is powerful. Raw. It pushes me higher, farther, until I feel like I’m levitating off the bed.
I shatter around him and cry out my climax. “Tolyan.” I chant his name like a prayer of gratitude and salvation.
His movements grow more frenzied. Out of control. I feel the impact of his thrusts, the flesh slapping against flesh, all the way to the tip of my skull.
Another orgasm hits me, wringing out every possible drop of pleasure. I clutch him as he shudders against me, my name falling from his lips like love.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Angelika
My internal clock says it’s well past wake-up time. But my body sinks deeper into the comfy mattress. It’s Saturday. No need to get out of bed for no reason.
I bury my nose into the soft pillow. It smells so good. Like Tolyan. Every muscle in my body is pleasantly sore. That raw strength of his isn’t just for scaring the bad guys. It’s also for sex.
Tolyan and I were after each other like animals all night long. His need for me didn’t abate, not even a little, after he came the first time. It’s like he’s got Viagra in his bloodstream.
A hot, big hand traces up along my side. I squirm backward until we’re fit more tightly together. Mmm. His cock is hard, pressing against my backside. Guess he’s extra happy to be waking up with me.
The hand slides around and cups my breast. I press my lips together to contain a moan. My body feels heavy and languid. One finger gently circles the nipple, which instantly hardens and sends a streak of hot pleasure through me. All the orgasms from last night haven’t done a thing to lessen my need for him. It’s like my body is a finely tuned instrument, responding to his slightest touch. I’m already wet.
He starts slipping inside.
“Condom,” I say urgently, putting a hand on his thigh to stop him. A surprise pregnancy isn’t on my agenda.
“Already on. I’ve been just waiting for you to wake up.”
My resistance vanishes. He pushes the rest of the way in and starts moving. It doesn’t have the urgency of last night, but there’s still a sharp edge underneath the honey-thick need.
Kisses are pressed on my neck and shoulder as he holds me, one a hand on my pelvis as he moves a little faster and deeper. An orgasm shimmers like a bright light, just out of my reach but close…then abruptly fills me. I cry out softly.
Tolyan joins me, his body shuddering against mine, his arms wrapped around me like he’ll never let go.
He kisses me along my neck and back. I shiver as hot bliss pulses through me. How can they be an erogenous zone?
Suddenly, he tenses.
“You okay?”
“No.”
I turn, and his attention is one hundred percent focused on the door. His breath is suddenly even, his body still, coiled in a prelude to violence.
Apprehension cuts like an icy blade. Is it the home invasion he’s been paranoid about?
Or is it Roy? He said he’d find me when I was at my happiest and kill me. And right now, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
I yank the sheet to my chest. Just as Tolyan pulls a gun out from somewhere and aims it at the door, it opens and a man starts to walk in.
“Ack, dude!” The intruder instantly covers his eyes. “I totally did not need to see that! What the hell?”
Tolyan lets out an annoyed growl. “What are you doing here, Lyosha?”
Lyosha? Isn’t that Tolyan’s son? Oh my God. This is not how I wanted to meet him! I pull the sheet all the way to my nose. I want to cover myself completely, but curiosity gets the better of me. I’m dying to see what Tolyan’s son is like.