Visions of Skyfire

Chapter 8

Teresa struggled for air and fought for control. She hadn’t expected to feel so much or so intensely. Her abuela had prepared her for the life that she would live once she met her Eternal. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the incredible sensations coursing through her. She held him within her body and felt herself stretch to accommodate him. He was bigger than she had anticipated and for a moment she’d felt a surge of panic at trying to take him inside her. But the instant their bodies met, it was as if she had been waiting for that moment all her life.

Their bodies were like pieces in a puzzle. A perfect fit, each to the other. A connection swarmed between them like fireflies in the air. Threads of something old and true and potent wound themselves into a tapestry inside her, as if she knew him. As if she had always known him. There was a compelling sense of recognition that became stronger every moment they were joined.

Powerful magic sizzled and burned around them. Outside, rain still slashed at the windows and hammered on the roof like millions of tiny fists demanding entry. Somewhere in the city, hunters roamed through the night, searching for her. But here, in this small house in the middle of a dark zone, magic was alive.

Teresa inhaled sharply, then slowly swiveled her hips on him, creating a delicious sense of friction that bubbled through her veins like champagne. She shivered in response and looked down into pale gray eyes burning with hunger. He felt everything she did. She sensed that.

Yes, their connection was fragile, new, but it was there and time would only strengthen it.

She moved on him again and leaned forward when he lifted his hands to cup her breasts. His thumbs and forefingers stroked and squeezed her nipples, sending jolts of need through her system. She gasped, arching into him. “I feel …”

“Yes, you do,” he said and rose up to take first one of her nipples and then the other into his mouth. His teeth and tongue worked her already sensitive flesh. She held his head to her breast, pulled free the leather thong holding his hair back and then threaded her fingers through the thick, dark strands. It was too much. The feel of him beneath her hands. The swamping need his body created in hers. All of it.

Danger persisted at the edges of her mind, yet passion was in the driver’s seat. She couldn’t be bothered with witch hunters. Not now. Now, all she needed was the climax hurtling toward her.

She moved even faster, rocking her hips against his. And still it wasn’t enough. She had to have more. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Magic clawed at her. Need trumpeted inside her.

“I can’t go fast enough,” she finally managed to say, groaning as an agony of suspense clutched at her. Her body was coiled, tensed, and still straining for the orgasm that remained just out of reach.

“I can,” he promised, his voice a low growl of hunger. Instantly, he rolled her over onto her back and lifted her legs onto his broad shoulders.

Teresa’s breath came in short, quick gasps. She looked up into his eyes and saw flames pulsing in their depths. His features were taut, his jaw clenched with the same desperate desire that held her so tightly.

His hands slipped beneath her, lifting her behind, positioning her so that his first thrust went deeper than she would have believed possible. Her back arched and she called out his name on a shriek of pleasure that threatened to tear her in two. He was all. He was everything. And if she didn’t get that release soon, he would kill her.

As if he knew exactly what she was thinking, feeling, he moved in her, his hips pistoning, his body retreating and advancing with such speed that everything was a blur of sensation. She’d never known anything like this before. Didn’t know if she would even survive it. But if she died, Teresa told herself, it would have been worth it.

Again and again, Rune pushed his way into her body and she moved with him, meeting each and every thrust with a silent demand for more. Until, finally, that longsought release crashed down on her.

The first shattering explosions shook her to her bones and she shouted his name as her body bucked beneath his. Her hands clutched at his strong arms, holding on for her life while the world as she knew it dissolved into a shower of bright lights and sensation.

“More,” he demanded, before her first release had finished, and with his thumb he stroked her center until she screamed again, twisting wildly in his arms, calling out his name as her body did what she wouldn’t have thought possible. She felt herself splinter and then somehow come together again, all within several amazing moments.

She was still trembling, futilely trying to catch her breath, when she heard his deep voice thunder out a howl of victory. Then his body emptied itself into her and all she could see was her Eternal, staring down at her with flames shining in his eyes.