Emotion fed the power humming and growing all around us. Arys buried himself as deep within me as he could possibly get while I fought the urge to cry from the metaphysical effects of the emotion in the power between us. It was so strong, more than I could take. When he pulled out and thrust into me again, I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist.
Not once did he take his eyes from my face. He watched me as he forced the soft cries from me with each stroke of his body locked deep inside mine. His eyes held a sense of wonder and intrigue as we rode the waves of energy fueled by love and desire, rather than just desire alone. It was stronger, this power, and I felt it penetrate every part of me.
If I thought I was afraid, then Arys had to be downright terrified. He was clearly as swept up in the sensations as I was. I felt the shudder that rippled through him as he also struggled with the onslaught of power that seemed to beat at us with newfound strength.
I ran my hands down his body to his lower back, losing myself in the feeling of him moving in and out of me. He went achingly slow, tenderness in every stroke. It was a pleasure unlike any other I’d known during our usual frenzied, sexual encounters. This was not about the desperation for release. It was about coming to terms with a deeper need and affection for one another. One that I couldn’t deny as Arys loved me with such careful and perfect precision.
The building waves were strong, and I knew they were going to crash over me hard.
I gasped for breath and growled when his pace quickened. My body clenched around him, holding him tightly, wrenching a strangled groan from Arys. The sound heightened my senses, and I moved in time with him, my fangs tingling at the gum.
Again, the thought crossed my mind, what would Arys taste like? As the orgasm approached, I threw all inhibitions to the wind, careless and wild. The wolf was strong in me but so was Arys’ own undead power. My fangs were ready, and I didn’t think, I just acted.
I went for the spot between his shoulder and his neck, careful not to sink my fangs too deep. Mine were much longer than Arys’ were. He made a sound that was both surprised and pained as I broke through the surface of his smooth, porcelain skin. His blood hit my tongue, hot and tangy, and the most powerful orgasm rocked me to the core.
I cried out; the sound was muffled against his cool flesh as I tasted the bright red vampire blood. It hit my system like a narcotic, and I instantly had tunnel vision. The waves of undying pleasure continued, building towards a second climax. I felt like I was falling, plummeting head first toward the earth at an alarming rate. Arys’ blood was almost sweet on the back of my tongue. I wanted more, and I sucked harder at the wound.
Arys moaned and thrust into me hard as he climaxed. My body welcomed it, gripping his shaft as it twitched and jerked inside me. His release flooded me with heat and a fire that consumed. I drew back from the bloody punctures and met his eyes. I will never forget the exposed emotion I saw there. It was so vulnerable compared to the guarded expression he usually wore. I studied it, wanting to remember it always.
He raised an eyebrow, a sexy grin spreading across his face. “Why are you staring at me, beautiful lady?” His tongue darted out to capture a drop of blood at the corner of my mouth.
My lips quirked in a half smile. “No reason. Just enjoying the view.” I reached to run a hand through his hair, reveling in every part of touching him.
Arys rolled off me and curved his body alongside mine. It was somewhat strange to be lying naked on Raoul’s living room floor. It also felt incredibly free and liberating.
And anyway, this was my house now, and I needed to start treating it as such.
“Speaking of the view,” Arys pointed lazily toward the window where the darkness was thinning fast now. “I’m not going to make it home. That means you have to stay here with me all day.”
That sounded like a great way to spend the day to me. I wasn’t ready to leave him yet. “Ok, we can take some blankets downstairs to the basement. It’s furnished.” A thought struck me, and I added, “I have to give Shaz a call though. He’s going to be looking for me.”
I expected a grimace or dirty look of some kind from Arys then, but his expression remained neutral. That raised my suspicions, and I was suddenly dying to ask him about his little hunting excursion with Shaz.
“Alright, you go call him. I’ll get us set up downstairs.” He trailed a hand over my back and down my behind as I got up, sending a shiver through me. I was glad to see that I had escaped without a rug burn.
As Arys rummaged in a hall closet for blankets and pillows, I went to my purse for my cell phone. It wasn’t quite dawn yet, and I got Shaz’ voicemail, as I’d expected. I left a quick message telling him where I was and not to worry about me. I was almost relieved that I could prolong having to face Kylarai in the light of day. I dreaded that conversation.