Page 22 of Deep Within Me
“Quiet,” Carreon snapped.
Disease or not, insult or not, Trinidad continued lapping until she’d apparently had her fill—or proved her point that she was one badass—then she laid her palm on Ernez’s.
Carreon leaned up, forearms on his knees. “What’s happening?”
Ernez spoke through clenched teeth. “She’s fucking burning me.”
Wrong. The healing always felt like that—a surge of nearly unbearable heat.
“Let him go,” Carreon said to Trinidad.
She finally did, after several seconds. Because she didn’t like anyone telling her what to do?
She’d better get over that shit and fast.
Carreon took Ernez’s hand and studied the wound. Narrower now, no longer bleeding but not healed entirely either. Trinidad had the gift, though not to the extent that Liz and her father did. For now, it would have to do.
Releasing Ernez, Carreon grabbed Trinidad’s wrists and directed her to straddle his lap. When her cunt was snuggled against his rigid cock, he turned his damaged ear toward her. “Heal me.”
Something in his tone or manner made her obey more readily than usual. She cupped his ear. A spark of energy flowed from her body to his. The heat became intolerable as Carreon knew it would. Despite the discomfort, he sighed happily.
The office phone rang. Ernez answered it, muttering a hello, after which he paused to listen, then mumbled something Carreon didn’t catch.
The stinging had turned to velvety warmth, allowing Carreon to concentrate on Trinidad’s nipples brushing his chest, her warmth and weight, her fragrance—soft musk with a hint of roses.
Ernez strode across the room and stopped at the sofa. “The men you ordered to your stronghold found something.”
Carreon regarded Ernez through hooded lids, irritation in his response. “What? Liz’s body? Her father’s? Don’t tell me Neekoma left them there.”
Worry crossed Ernez’s features. He handed the phone to Carreon. “You better hear it from them.”
Zeke captured Liz’s hands and pulled them away from the metal button on his jeans’ waistband.
Surprised, she asked, “What are you doing?” Was this a joke? Had to be…for reasons she couldn’t figure out. Even so, Liz decided to play along. “Since when are you reluctant to strip, especially in front of me?”
If not for all the people in this stronghold, Zeke would never have worn clothes around her.
“Come on,” she murmured. “Let me undress you. I want you inside of me.”
“No.”
No?Uh-uh. Liz didn’t believe that answer for a second. She saw the lust in his eyes, recognized the tension in his big body, had felt his rigid rod. If he got any harder and didn’t get immediate relief within her cunt or mouth, he’d be whimpering in pain. “You don’t want to make love?”
He eased her arms behind her back and held her as close as he could. His lips brushed her cheek, pulling a soft sigh from Liz. She released her weight into him. Zeke bore it well, as though he’d been born for this moment. With his face pressed to her hair, he inhaled deeply, no doubt to capture her shampoo’s lingering floral scent.
“I don’t want to rush,” he whispered. “Never again. This has to last.”
Liz wasn’t about to argue the point, needing the same. However, the way he said it—with such desperate need—made her pulse quicken with worry. “It will.”
As though he didn’t quite believe her, Zeke held Liz for minutes, his heart beating in time with hers, their scents mingling. She felt his increasing arousal, the rigidity of his cock pressed against her mound. Her cunt responded, growing wet, preparing for his shaft’s intimate invasion.
On a deep sigh that sounded utterly helpless, he finally eased back and lifted her tee. Slowly, though, so he could expose her torso a bit at a time. Her belly fluttered at the promise of her nudity and then his. When he’d bared her breasts, Zeke stopped to regard them in the room’s gentle glow.
Smiling, he ran his forefinger around her areolas, already tight with carnal hunger. He stroked the sensitive tips.
A riot of sensations thrummed through Liz. She shivered in delight and reached for his jeans again, eager to strip him.
Her fingers paused on the metal button. She recalled his request that he didn’t want to hurry through this. He—they—needed to savor these moments.