Page 35 of Hallows End

“Good.” I moan when he reaches down between us and fingers me, making sure I’m wet and ready for him.

And then he’s inside me, his blue eyes locked on mine, driving himself deep and thrusting hard before emptying himself into me. He shudders, his face buried against my neck as he lifts me once more and carries me up to my bedroom.

“Now, we go slow.”

I lift an eyebrow as he gingerly lays me on my bed. I lost my robe somewhere on the journey up here. I lean back on my elbows, dressed only in the sheer nightgown as Jonas strips out of his blue Henley and jeans and joins me on the bed.

“Wow,” is all I can say as I drink him in. I’ve touched him before, but I had no idea just how lean and muscled his body is.

His lips twitch into a satisfied grin.

“If we’re interrupted this time, I might perform murder,” he says, his eyes every bit as greedy as I feel.

“No interruptions,” I assure him and let my fingertips trail over his defined biceps and up to his shoulders. “Just you and me. All night.”

“I’ve wanted to give you time,” he admits softly and then frowns. My candles suddenly light all around the room.

“Too dark?”

“I want you in candlelight,” he says and presses a kiss to my cheek. “As I was saying, I wanted to give you time. Our relationship is new.”

“And yet I feel as though I’ve known you forever. I’m more comfortable with you than I’ve ever been with anyone else. I don’t need any more time, Jonas.”

“Thank the gods and goddesses.” He grins and then lowers his head to kiss around my breasts. His hands roam over me, gently in some places and more eagerly in others, but every bit of it is absolute ecstasy. “Now that a few centuries of pent-up energy is gone, I can take my time with you, learn every line. Every curve. And listen to you moan.”

“I had no idea you’d be a dirty-talker.”

He stops, and his gaze whips to mine, then he grins and starts chuckling as he lays me flat on my back and pins my hands above my head with one hand.

He didn’t exaggerate. The pace is slow and easy, but my heart pounds in my chest as his mouth and hand roam over me. He whispers words of appreciation, and when he’s so far south he can’t reach my hands anymore, he lifts his head and sternly says, “Keep them there.”

“Okay.”

I expect him to use his mouth on me. Instead, he kisses and licks his way down my legs. He kisses the arches of my feet, each toe, and when I can’t take it anymore and reach for him, Jonas simply shakes his head.

“Hands. Above. Your head.”

I bite my lip and comply, and I’m rewarded when he spreads my legs wide.

His chest heaves as he takes a long, deep breath, and then, with his eyes pinned to mine, he finally lowers his head and presses his lips to my clit.

“Jonas!” My hips buck, and his hands cradle them as he takes his time licking and exploring all of me. Finally, when I’m reduced to a whimpering, shivering mess, he crawls over me, kisses his way up my body, and with his hands planted in my hair, and those eyes glued to mine once more, he pushes inside of me.

The candle flames grow around us, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

You’re amazing,he says in my mind and tips his head down so he can kiss my neck.You feel incredible. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and didn’t know I needed, Luciana.

I can’t believe you were there all this time.

I feel him smile against my skin, and then his mouth is on mine, nibbling my bottom lip.

I raise my hips to meet him and pull my legs back and higher on his hips.

“Lucy,” he whispers, and I can feel that he’s close now. “Ah, baby.”

With my hands planted on his ass, urging him faster and deeper, he comes apart and succumbs to his orgasm.

Much later, after we’ve cleaned up and are curled up together in bed, he pulls me against him and kisses my forehead.