Covert Game (GhostWalkers #14)

The sob in her voice added to that mounting lust. “I am moving.” He inched forward, forcing those tight muscles to accept him. Each increment was sheer bliss. Fire lashed his thighs, burned through his gut. The flames surrounding him threatened to burn right through his flesh, but it felt so damn good he didn’t care.

He rubbed her left cheek, hoping her body would ease up just a little. She was so tight he wasn’t sure he could fit, but it was always that way. Every time he entered her, there was this moment, the one he usually retreated and started again, letting her get used to his invasion. Not this time. This time, he was going to bury himself to the hilt, as deep as possible, all in one long assault.

“Gino.”

His name again. He loved the need in her voice. That little hungry plea that told him she wanted him just like this. He took his time, savoring every inch he got inside of her. It wasn’t just a victory or a claiming; after the first three inches it was just plain paradise. He broke out in a sweat, holding back, feeling the boiling in his balls, the way his thighs hardened and every drop of blood rushed to his cock. All the while he watched as her body swallowed his, and it was better than any porn show he’d ever seen. Fantasies ran through his head, and he knew he would try every one with her. She was his woman and she liked to give him everything.

He used his thumb on her clit, stroking until her body coated her sheath in fresh liquid fire so he slid the last few inches all the way. His hands went to her hips. Finally, she was healed enough that he could hold her there, grip hard. He was going to need hard and she was as well. He withdrew. Her breath hitched. He heard his heartbeat. There was a roaring in his ears, like the sound of thunder.

He surged into her, dragging her hips back hard into his. Lightning streaked right through his cock and up his spine. “Fuck, woman.” He didn’t know what else to say. There was nothing else, she’d turned his brain to mush. All he could do was feel, not articulate.

He began to move in her, hard and fast, letting the sensation take him, giving himself up to it, riding that edge for as long as he could. Each time he was so close he thought he’d never pull back, he managed, even when he took her there repeatedly. Each time that she came, her body clamping down on his, that soft little sobbing of his name, drove his cock to a new level of hardness.

Gino lost himself in her body, in that incredible feeling, lost track of time and was unaware of his surroundings. He felt power gathering, heating, boiling until he was at the point of no return. His fingers dug deeply into her hips. He clenched his teeth and held on until she was there again, until he felt her coiling tight, so ready for release, so ready to soar with him.

In the end, it was more than soaring. He was flung into the universe, pinpoints of light glittering behind his eyes as his cock filled the condom with long hard spurts while lightning rocketed through him. It seemed to go on forever, that euphoria he didn’t want to come down from. His lungs were raw from lack of air and his body wanted to collapse. He circled her waist with his arms and hung on to her while they both fought for air.

When he could, Gino lifted his head. “You all right?”

“I think so,” she admitted. “But I’m not sure.”

He laughed softly. “Damn, woman. When I said you might kill me, I wasn’t kidding. I’m going to ease you down.” He slipped out of her, removed the condom, knotted it and tossed it aside so he could help her to the mattress.

She rolled over onto her side and looked up at him, her long lashes framing her slate blue eyes. “I’m not sure I can breathe.”

“Then I’d better help you.”

He took her mouth instantly, kissing her the way he wanted, the way he knew he was going to be kissing her as long as they both lived. Hot. Hard. Possessive. Demanding. She kissed him back, her mouth so soft, so perfect, he knew he’d never want any other woman’s kiss. Her taste was so addictive, it was difficult to stop once he started. He spent time kissing her. Slowly. Burning for her all over again. Knowing it was always going to be like that.

If he’d thought about how he would be so obsessive over her before he met her, he would have been appalled at the idea of being so wrapped up in a woman. Having been with her, he could only count himself damn lucky that he’d found the right one.

A little giggle escaped her when he lifted his head. The sound pierced his heart just like an arrow. She made him happy when he’d all but forgotten what happiness was.

“I’m not sure that’s helping me breathe, Gino,” she said.

He surveyed her body. She was a fast healer and the marks of the whips were all but faded. His marks, ones of love and possession, had taken their places. He bent his head and kissed one that ran along the upper curve of her left breast. He liked to see them there. He liked that Zhu’s marks were mostly gone.

“I’m so in love with you, woman.” The declaration came out of nowhere. He knew it was true, but he hadn’t meant to tell her. He smoothed back the silky hair tumbling around her face. “It’s impossible not to fall for you, you know that, don’t you?”

Her eyes searched his for the longest time, and then her smile came. It was slow and beautiful and it shook him to his core. Something about the way she smiled made his heart shaky, so much so that it actually hurt. He pressed his hand over his chest to try to ease that ache.

“I didn’t know that, no, but I do know I feel that way about you. You’re this incredible man, so amazing, treating me like the princess you call me, and I can’t help but love you. So much, Gino. You’re the first person I think about when I open my eyes in the morning and the last one I think about before I fall asleep. I know it sounds so silly, but just in the few weeks we’ve known each other, I think I’ve become obsessed with you. I think about you all the time.” She gave him that little smile of hers, the one that always made him want to kiss her. “All those fantasies I have would make you blush.”

“No, baby, they’d make you blush. I’d be happy to carry them out for you.” He kissed her again because every time he kissed her, she got a look on her face. Dazed. Beautiful. Her lips a little swollen, her eyes dark with desire. When he lifted his head, he caught her hand and brought it to his cock. Already, he was stirring. That was the power of what her kisses could do. He watched her closely for signs she wanted to stop. There were none. Her gaze jumped to his face a little awed. He liked that look a lot.

“Already?”

“Your fault, baby. You’re lying there all laid out in front of me like an invitation to a feast. My body can’t resist yours.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Gotta admit, I did work damned hard. Tired myself out.”

Her eyes lit up. “Did you? I guess you did, poor man. I suppose you’re deserving of a rest, although now that you’ve mentioned the possibilities, I’m kind of hungry.”

She rolled over, giving him a good view of her very fine ass. He was partial to that part of her anatomy. Who was he kidding? He was partial to every part of her anatomy. He sat up, his back to the headboard and watched to see what she would do.

She crawled up the bed to him, looking so sexy it took control to keep from flipping her over and taking her again. As it was, his cock grew. His fist curled around the long, thick length. Her gaze dropped to the sight and just the way she looked had his lungs feeling raw, burning for air. She licked her lips, and his cock jerked in his hand.

Her fingers curled around his with one hand while the other slid under his heavy sac to roll and caress his balls. He let go, his eyes on her. Unblinking because he didn’t want to miss one second. The sight of her as she lay down and stretched along the bed was almost too much. Her touch was an added bonus at that point.