The bathroom door opened, and Arys slipped inside. He wasted no time shedding his clothing. The large black dragon on his back drew my gaze. I scowled. I detested the constant reminders we both bore of Shya’s influence in our lives.
Nonetheless, I drank in the sight of his hard body. The large stake scar was no longer visible. His skin was flawless, without any sign of the abuse he’d endured. He hummed with renewed energy.
Arys’s skin was warm when he joined me in the shower. Pulling me into his arms, he murmured, “I need to feel you.”
Throwing my arms around his neck, I kissed him with a sudden yearning intensity. He tasted like blood. “You scared the hell out of me. Don’t ever do that again. You can’t shut me out. I still found you.”
He buried his face in my neck and inhaled my scent. His arms tightened around my waist. “I didn’t want to hurt you. We still don’t know every aspect of our link. I was terrified if I’d died, then it would take you with me.”
That hadn’t crossed my mind when Jez and I had been rushing out of the city in search of him. It was a chilling possibility. As rare as twin flames were, we had no way of knowing for sure how the death of one twin would affect the other. Especially considering Arys had died a human death long before I’d ever been born. Based on the yin yang theory that bound our power, we could only exist together by maintaining a balance. However, we were two separate beings born at very different times.
“Promise me you won’t do that again,” I insisted, sliding a hand up into his wet hair. A shudder racked me as Arys gently pushed healing energy through me. I wasn’t in bad shape physically though it did wonders to help my metaphysical weakness.
“I promise.” The hot caress of his lips on my skin freed me from the chains of fear and worry. His erection pressed against me, thick and ready. “Oh God, how I need you.”
His hands found my br**sts. I made a small noise of contentment when he rubbed my ni**les into taut points. Comfort was temporary but necessary. I needed him too.
It felt so good to put my hands on Arys. When I left his side back at The Wicked Kiss, I hadn’t ever really believed I wouldn’t see him again. Now that I was standing there with him, it started to sink in. We had come so close to being parted.
I kissed him again. Slow and sensual, our tongues entangled in an erotic dance. Things were bad, damn bad, but I was starting to get used to that feeling. Only moments like this would keep me sane, so I threw myself into loving my dark vampire.
Arys slid a hand between my legs. He stroked me with a finger, knowing exactly how I liked to be touched. A shock of pleasure slammed through me.
Every place our slippery, wet skin made contact created another spark. We were soon alight with the fire that united us.
Arys lifted my leg, hooking it over his forearm. He positioned himself so that he held my weight as he thrust inside me. The shower tile was cool against my back. The hot water cascaded over us, plastering my hair to my face. He pushed it aside with a gentle hand. Our eyes locked, and the heat between us grew as if we’d thrown gasoline on the flames of our passion. Every stroke of his rigid length coaxed a small sound of delight from me.
It didn’t take long for the steady push and pull of rising power to restore my strength. Feeding off our lovemaking wasn’t new for either of us. It was a fantastic way to build and devour much needed energy. And it was a hell of a lot of fun too.
I clung to Arys, my senses on overload. All I could see, feel, smell and taste was him. The sound of his satisfied groans drove my own desire higher.
“Growl for me, Alexa,” he murmured. The force behind his thrust grew aggressive as he guided me to the edge of bliss. “I need to hear you.”
My moans became cries. With clawed fingertips, I scratched bloody grooves into Arys’s well-muscled back. Climax shook me. Spasms within me held Arys deep, bringing him over the edge in a harmonious sharing of ecstasy. My cries turned to growls, and I nipped at his neck and shoulders. Oh how I ached for this man.
Once wasn’t enough for Arys. After leaving the shower and toweling off, he lifted me onto the bathroom counter and resumed his claiming of my body. The counter was the perfect height, allowing him to step between my legs. I was still ready for him, hungry for the joy and completion only he could give me.
The rush of soaring power grew dizzying with Arys buried inside me. A potent, writhing force, it caused the lights to flicker, and elsewhere in the suite, I felt Jenner react to what we called.
I dragged my hands down Arys’s chest, reveling in the heady masculine feel of him. His fingers entangled in my hair, his lips on my neck. Being with him took me to places I’d never dreamed of. Our connection went far beyond the physical. It had taken some time to adjust to having him be part of me. Perhaps I never fully would. I could definitely never say it was boring.
When at last we were spent, I rested my head against his chest for several long, blessedly silent minutes. I took that precious time to memorize again how he felt. I was afraid that one day a memory would be all I had.