Page 21 of Crimson Mate
“Talia,” I say again, demand in my tone.
I ease up on the pressure between her thighs, slanting my mouth over hers in a quick kiss before pulling back. “You have to tell me you want this. You have totellme. We've never gone this far before, and I don't want to make one wrong move with you.”
A confident, almost sinful smile shapes her lips as she reaches up and kisses me again, hard and punishing and sexy as fuck. She slips her hand beneath the band of my pants, gasping slightly as she grips my considerable length, her eyes meeting mine.
“I'm not the naive virgin you left standing at the altar centuries ago, Z,” she says, gripping me tight while circling her thumb around my sensitive head, making me jolt into her grip instinctively.
“I'm not either,” I say, slipping my hand beneath her shorts and finding her delightfully bare beneath. “But I’m wildly out of practice,” I admit. “There hasn’t been anyone since I made my promise to you.”
Her lips part, shock filling her eyes. “Zachariah,” she breathes my name.
I never take my eyes off her face as I drag my fingers through her slit, my entire body tensing at how slick she is, how hot.
She moans slightly, rocking against my hand before she releases my cock and brings her hand to join mine. She never takes her eyes off of me as she moves my hand, dipping her fingers into her own wetness before returning to my cock and slicking me with it.
“Goddamn,” I groan, the sensation hot and intense as she works her hand over me.
All thought empties out of my head, and I slant my mouth over hers at the same time as I slip a finger into her heat, shuddering at the sensation.
She moves against my hand, keeping pace with her own torturing of my hard, aching cock. Her kiss is as needy as the moans escaping the back of her throat as I slip another finger inside her.
Fuck, she's hot and wet and squeezes my fingers so damn tight, the two of us losing ourselves to the passion radiating between us.
“Z,” she moans against my kiss, and lightning snaps down my spine at the term of endearment. She says it like centuries haven’t separated us, says it like I'm hers and she's mine and there's never been any other way.
I draw back, precome beading on my cock as she works me in deft, claiming strokes. As we find a rhythm touching each other in this way, so new despite feeling so fucking familiar.
“That's it,” I say, working her in sure touches and teasing plucks of her swollen clit. “You're going to come for me,” I say, nothing but primal dominance in my tone.
My fangs are dying to sink into the soft flesh of her neck, but I don't think she's ready for that.
I turn my head in submission, giving her the invitation to bite me if she wants, but instead she groans, frustration and need crinkling the delicate lines of her face.
She grips me harder, capturing my mouth in a searing, hard kiss before pulling back. “You're going to come forme, Z,” she says, her voice breathless.
“Fuck,” I say as she strokes me harder, faster, and I can do nothing but match that pace, fucking her with my hand as she rocks against it, our mouths clashing together.
I feel my release building at the base of my spine.
I sink my fingers into her farther, grinding the heel of my palm into her needy little clit, and she jerks her mouth away from mine in a ragged gasp as I feel her flutter around me.
Her lips part, her eyes closed. “Z,” she says on a shuddered breath, her thighs clenching around my hand as she comes on my fingers.
The sight of her coming on my hand, the way her lips part on the sweetest little moan, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Pair that with the way she's stroking me, and I spill hot and heady into her hand, my hips thrusting over and over as I groan, wishing my cock was sunk into her instead of my fingers.
I lean my forehead against hers, our breathing ragged.
She reaches up, kissing me again, more lazy this time, before she gently pulls away from me, walking across her chambers to wash her hands, cleaning herself up before turning to face me.
I don't bother to clean up, I simply draw my fingers to my lips to lick her flavor clean. Her skin flushes at the sight, but she shakes her head.
“You can't waste your time on me, Zachariah,” she says, not a hint of sharpness in her voice, just sincerity. “I have missions of my own now,” she continues. “I have so much going on...too much to fall for you again.”
I stride across the room, gently cupping the back of her neck as I bring my mouth down on hers again. She immediately responds to my kiss, telling me every single thing I need to know with that reaction.
“We'll see,” I say, drawing away from her, knowing I need to leave.
Because if I don't?