His lips grazed the inside of her thigh. He nipped at the skin, and she just wanted to push his head toward its goal. She ached to feel his tongue on her sex. The memory of Michelle’s tongue drove her desire to recreate the feeling.
Then it came. His tongue flicked against her clitoris, and all she saw was white light. It bathed her for a split second and then was gone, along with his tongue. Moving from her clit, he positioned his tongue over her slit and began to lick, long, luscious strokes of his tongue that seemed to delve into her. It was amazing. It was more than amazing. It left her with a yearning to feel a completely new sensation: him inside her. As much as she loved this, it wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her, filling her, and she needed to feel his weight on top of her, grounding her, keeping her body connected to this world as her mind spun into space.
She needed him. He seemed to sense it because he removed his mouth and came up to kiss her again. Thank goodness. She didn’t think she could handle another flick of his tongue. He sat up on his knees again, this time undoing his trousers. Amaia couldn’t help the silly grin that broke out on her face. She had never seen him completely naked. She had seen thousands of men, but never the one who mattered.
When he removed his pants, she couldn’t help squirming in anticipation. His cock jutted out from his body, thick and weeping with desire. A sudden fear shot through her. What if he didn’t like it with her? She had only been focused on herself and how this all felt for her, but what about him?
Michael’s mouth descended to hers again, momentarily dragging her mind away from her thoughts. The familiarity of his mouth calmed her. Michael appeared to notice it because he took the opportunity to slide his hand down and guide his prick into her. Amaia gasped into his mouth as he rubbed against her clitoris. His thrusting started slowly, but Amaia had no patience for it. She felt her own aura become more frantic as she desired more of him, and he seemed to feed off her energy, increasing his speed. For the first time, Amaia noticed that he did indeed take some of her energy as she took some of his.
He hit her sweet spot with every thrust. The mixture of the intense sensations of their lovemaking, his intoxicating energy, and the passion of his kisses left Amaia grasping for anything to ground herself, which resulted in her hands digging into Michael’s back. It took more self-control than she knew she possessed to keep from hurting him. He didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back from her mouth and stared down at her, their eyes locked as they jointly rose to their impending climax. Amaia had never felt more connected to another person in her life.
One instant, she was wrapped in the intensity of the moment, and the next she felt her mind disconnect from her body. Suddenly, she was looking down at the beautiful scene of her and Michael melded together in mutual ecstasy. When the waves of her orgasm had passed, her mind and body reconnected. Michael rested on top of her, and she felt his heart beat against her chest. She clung to him, not only needing him to want her, but needing to protect him, to keep him safely ensconced in her arms.
“I love you, Amaia. I will always love you. Please, don’t be scared.”
She knew the source of his words, but there was no need for him to worry.
“I’m not, Michael. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“Good. I’ll hold you in my heart forever. You don’t need to worry about that.”
They rested entwined, neither one wanting to break the spell. Amaia wished she could stay like this forever, but they were being hunted. Michael’s head became heavy as he drifted off in ignorance of the danger his lover presented. It was impossible for him to grasp the situation she had placed them in. In a matter of hours, he would wake, and they would have to start planning their next move. But for now, they were the lion and the lamb, lying together. Only Amaia felt distinctly like the lamb.
Chapter 45
Odessa, June 1820, 10 months later
Doing without blood took its toll. Feeding from energy required that she replenish herself almost constantly. It also meant she couldn’t always obscure her energy. Life had settled into the steady rhythm of traveling from town to town, staying a few nights, and then moving on until it seemed almost normal.
“What is it, Amaia?”
They cuddled in front of the fire at a tavern in Odessa, listening to a patron singing. Michael couldn’t understand the language, but the singer’s voice was rich and melodious. Amaia had been whispering the translation in Michael’s ear when an energy variant stilled her.
“Shh. Don’t use that name. Someone’s here. We’ve got to go.”
The procedure was, by now, familiar to Michael. He followed her out of the tavern. Amaia identified four distinct energies. It was strange for so many to travel together. She’d been careful. How had they found her? They approached rapidly. There was no way to escape in the guise of a human. She needed to get herself and Michael away. As soon as they were far enough from the tavern that no one would see them, she turned to him.