A moan fell from her lips when he shifted and took a nipple in his mouth. Her lids fell shut, pleasure rushing through her.
Naomi ran her hands over his back, feeling the hard muscle moving beneath her hand. His suit belied the toned body beneath. His barely restrained hunger only pushed her closer to the edge.
The blunt head of his arousal was at her entrance. With one thrust, he entered her.
CHAPTER SIX
Javan now knew what Heaven was. He held it in his arms, her soft cries filling the room. She was so tight, her walls slick as he filled her.
He lifted his head to watch her. With her lips parted and her eyes closed, her chest rose and fell quickly. Her golden locks were scattered around her, the light from the candles in the hearth making her appear as if she had been dipped in gold.
Javan swore he would only take her once. It’s all he would allow himself. He had planned to go slow, to tease and torment them both for hours before he buried himself within her tight sheath.
With one electrifying, soul-stealing kiss, he hadn’t been able to control himself.
Her legs held him firmly as he began to move his hips, slowly at first. He fisted one hand in her hair and struggled to get ahold of himself.
Then her lids lifted and she speared him with her blue eyes. The passion, the desire he saw there wiped away the last shreds of his control.
He pulled out of her and then thrust hard. In answer, her nails dug deep into his back. Again and again he plunged inside her while her hips rose to meet him.
Javan was consumed with her. He heard her shout as she clamped around his cock with an orgasm, but he didn’t stop. He continued thrusting, taking her higher.
Naomi had never had such an intense orgasm before, and just as she was coming down from one, another slammed into her. Was this what it was like to make love to an Incubus?
Their bodies slid against each other as he ruthlessly drove within her. Her back arched as yet another climax ripped through her.
He groaned before he claimed her nipple in his mouth once more. He suckled deep, and lightly bit down on the turgid peak. Naomi bucked, a scream of ecstasy lodged in her throat.
Her body should be mush after three such mind-blowing orgasms, but all she wanted was more of Javan.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. He raised her up on her knees and entered her once more. With his fingers clutching her hips tightly, he began to thrust.
Naomi closed her eyes, the fire within her only growing higher instead of diminishing. The only thing that existed for her was Javan. She only felt his touch, his kisses. She only heard his breathing and his moans.
He leaned over her, cupping a breast and nipping at the lobe of her ear. She reached back and around to touch his face as he kissed down her neck, all the while his hips pumping into her.
To her surprise, another climax was building fast. His hand caressed down her stomach to her sex to run his thumb over her clit. Naomi whispered his name right before she was swept away on another tide of bliss.
This time, he came with her. He thrust deep as his body shuddered.
They collapsed to the side, their bodies still joined. Naomi liked being nestled against his chest with Javan’s arms around her. Her eyes closed, drifting in that place between wake and sleep.
She didn’t remember dozing off, but she woke on her back with Javan sliding inside her. Their gazes met, held. The inferno that took them earlier grasped them once more.
It refused to release its hold, and Naomi wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Again and again they made love. She adored the hard sinew of his body, the penetrating way he held her gaze as he dared her to follow him on the path of passion.
She touched, licked, and kissed every part of him. Only after he had touched, licked, and kissed every inch of her. There was no talking. There was no need.
Their bodies spoke a language as old as time itself. Several times as she drifted off to sleep she felt Javan rise, but he always returned, making love to her more wildly than the time before.
There was no concept of time, no thought of the morrow. Or the consequences to their night of passion.
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Javan held Naomi in his arms as he watched the sun rise through the window. Whether she knew it or not, Naomi had changed his life.
His course was set. Despite his valiant attempt to walk away from her and her exquisite body, Javan had made love to her well past eight times.
He was now tied to her. His life depended on whether they had sex or not. No other would he be able to touch. Only Naomi.
Javan kissed the top of her head and tightened his arm. She was new to their world. It had been reckless of him to take her last night. He should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to stop after just one time. He’d known it the moment they kissed.
And yet he didn’t stop it.