With speed that dropped my heart, he had me on the bed with his lean body looming over me. Our combined weight sunk into the fluffy mattress, and my stomach did funny backflips. So many things were in store for me tonight. Chase was my first love and my last. I knew that before the evening was over, I was going to be different. And not just because of the bond.
His hand stole across my midriff, and the heat from his touch scorched through me. With impatient fingers, he pushed up my shirt, and I was surprised the fabric didn’t burn right off. There was an immeasurable amount of electric current flowing through his bedroom. The tip of his fingers skimmed just under my breast, and my eyes flew open and my lips parted. Watching passion storm into my eyes, he swore under his breath, his own eyes swarming with desire.
In one quick fluid movement, my shirt was over my head and recklessly discarded. I might have heard ripping of material, but the state of my clothing couldn’t have been further from my mind. Ribbons of blue light sparkled behind my eyes, and the demon mark at my hip tingled from the inside out.
I shimmied out of my denim, carelessly sliding them past my legs. Cool air washed over my flushed skin. In just a lacy bra and panties, I couldn’t help but notice the contrast of our skin—my milky white against his bronze. He licked my belly where his fingers had grazed moments ago, driving me mad. Groaning, the guttural purr rumbled against my flesh.
I felt the snap on my bra and shuddered as he pushed the thin white straps down my shoulders, trailing faerie soft kisses along the way. Emotions followed each new touch—each new kiss—each new embrace. Discovery. Open exploration. Who knew that exposure, being stripped raw of all inhibitions could be such a turn on.
Needs rocketed through me, feeling the shape of his lips on mine. No dream. No trashy novel. Nothing came close to anything like this.
I was surrounded by him.
His scent.
His body.
His love.
He lavished me in it all, and the intensity of it hit me straight in the gut. We moved together in the dark, our shadows merging as one. The only light in the black room was the blazing of his eyes on the verge of total possession.
“Do you have, umm—” I mumbled and tripped over my words, flushing in embarrassment.
“Protection?” He opened the top drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a foil package.
Guess that answered my question.
His lips possessed mine again, our tongues tangling, darting, and dancing back and forth. We had moved past teasing and dove straight into desperate needs. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. Sweet sin. Salty and spicy. Dangerous and oh so tempting. I let myself fall into the lazy pleasure he so easily offered, my limbs languid, my bones dissolved. But just as I started to sink into the heavenly bliss of his sultry body, he had me soaring to new heights.
Freely, I opened myself for him, nails digging into the tight muscles of his back. I marveled in the tenderness, barring my heart as well as my body. He ravished my mouth as I curved down into him. I would love to lie and say there was no pain, but that wasn’t true. He was, in essence, popping my cherry. However, the sting was brief, there one moment and gone with the next swirl of his hips. Chase was skilled in ways I dared not question.
Spasms of pleasure shot up my legs to the very center of my being. Little wisps of desire curled inside my body, moving tenderly through me, until my world simply burst apart. Emotions raced inside me. They came in beautiful colors, spinning and swirling. A blue cord shimmered between us, and I felt the tattoos at my hip move, twisting and coiling. The multitude of feelings inside me wrapped me in a blanket, linking the last piece of us together.
Beyond control, beyond reasoning, his head fell back, and there it was—his demon.
Chapter 22
When the faint glow disappeared, I purred and stretched out on top of him. It was like a soft fantasy. One I wouldn’t mind reliving over and over again. A small smile crept on my lips.
There was a beautiful humming, fluttering down my right side, not like the other times. This was accompanied by no pain, just awe-inspiring exquisiteness. It was magical. I watched wide-eyed as the third link of the triforce etched its filigree design onto my skin.
It climbed up my side just under my arm in a mind-boggling display. This was the first time that I really got to see the wonder of being marked. For the others I’d been too preoccupied. When the tattoo was complete, I nestled my head on Chase’s chest, waiting for the defining moment that clarified what new treat we were in store for.
Soul—our souls were intertwined. Without the other we weakened, our souls dependent on the other.
Heart—our hearts and feelings were tied together. We fed off each other’s emotions and could directly affect the other. His happiness was my happiness. My sadness was his sadness.
Body—we were about to find out.