She remained unmoving in his arms, silent and still. He thought she was asleep though her breathing never changed. Once their bond was completed, he would be more attuned to her physically as well as mentally. They would have no need to speak the other’s name for their minds to be linked, and she would be able to hide little.
In the blackest hours of the night, he’d found himself praying. The idea of Sean tormented him. A simple phone call from Evangeline, which he could not and should not prevent, could bring Sean running. And she was wearing his shirt, his soft masculine musk still clinging to its fibers, touching her skin and swelling within her pores. It drove Will mad that Sean had touched her flesh with his, kissed every inch of her pale limbs and coupled with her.
“The sunrise is lovely,” she said, startling him. Her voice—always whispery—was raspy with disuse. He grew drunk on the sound.
Nothing compares to sharing it with you,
Will said, applying the barest pressure beneath her chin and drawing her face to his.
Her lips succumbed to him at once, soft and pliant and utterly his. He kissed her gently for long minutes, allowing her to feel his patience. But when her hand curled about his neck and brought him closer, all thought of patience fled. With a growl, he sank his tongue between her lips, thrilling at the returning caress of hers. Long, gulping kisses unraveled between them, firing his lust all over again. And the heated waterbed cradled them, begging to receive her soft, naked limbs, if only she’d let him peel away her clothes and discard Sean’s shirt forever.
He flipped her onto her back and half-sprawled atop her, supported on his elbows. He trapped her head in his hands and made love to her with his mouth, speaking of promises to come.
Her hands drove him wild as they worked the buttons of his shirt, her thumb stroking his nipple into a hard nub. White heat shot through him. His cock hardened and throbbed painfully. He ground it against the heat between her thighs. She opened to him, rocking her hips into his rhythmically. The honeyed scent of her reached his nose, and he nearly came undone.
In a flurry, he stripped away the layers of her shirts and her skirt, leaving only pale pink lace and paler flesh. He bowed his head at the sight, pulsing for release. Surging upward, she captured his mouth in another searing kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth and circling it. He imagined that hot little tongue against the head of his erection and groaned, growing harder still.
Using only the tip of his thumb, he trailed it between her high round breasts, circling the right and then the left, barely skimming the straining rosebud nipples. She arched upward, seeking more, and her soft, begging sounds reached him. He wanted to feel her scream through the walls of her chest. His thumb traveled down her torso, raising gooseflesh in its wake. He briefly caught the golden loop of her navel ring, and she shuddered.
The barest lace panties concealed what he wanted most. Black curls shone through, and he stroked them through the fabric, running his thumb down the slit of her pussy, clear to her ass. She bucked against him, and he gave a soft laugh.
“Not so fast, my beauty. We have all day.”
Her hands twisted into the longer hair at the back of his head. “Will, I’m burning.”
Again he laughed and bent to her mouth. His breath passed over her lips as he said, “I know.”
He replaced his thumb with his forefinger, probing the hard peaks of her breasts, then pinched each of them hard, making her cry out for more. Still chuckling, he followed his original path, tracing a circle about her navel and watching her hips grind in the air. The lacy panties were rough against his fingertip, but moisture seeped through. Her scent tinted the very air he breathed, begging him to taste her.
Still he held back, caressing the slick slit through her panties, pausing briefly to rub her hard clit before traveling on to the moistened hole and then the hidden netherhole. She wriggled and writhed beneath his finger, begging with her eyes, her lips and her moans.
He captured her mouth then, dipping into it as her hips did a mad little dance against him. When he thought he’d burst, he rolled away, ripping off her bra. Her breasts sprang free, the nipples darkened to fuchsia, and when he stared at them adoringly, she lifted her fingers and twisted them herself.
“That’s it, baby. Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself all over. Let me see how you like it before I give it a try,” he murmured against her lips.
Her eyes were wide and glassy as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. And then suddenly, she dipped her head and licked the tip of one, raising a groan of need in him. Her lips pulled away from her breast with a soft smile as her hand plunged into her panties. Will’s cock tightened at the sight.
Knees falling apart to show him the glistening flesh, she stabbed a finger into the deep recesses of her cunt. A moan came from her lips, and she raised her finger, spreading the slick juices over her nipples. Will’s mouth watered to taste her even as the mind-link that exposed him to her every sensation drove him insane.
Again, she touched her pussy, rubbing her clit gently, her head thrown back in the ecstasy of self-pleasure. Her breathing increased and her ass wiggled against the bed. Wetness pooled on her inner thighs. Before he could prompt her, she knew what he wanted, and she bathed her tits in her hot fluids once more and then licked them each in turn.
Maddened, he watched her tongue stroke the pink flesh, licking the vital honey he so craved.
How does it taste?
he asked into her mind.
Sweet and salty,
she answered. Using the fingers of her left hand, she spread her pussy lips, exposing the pulsing nub to the attentions of her index finger even as her middle finger plunged inside. She was trembling all over, near release.
Just before she peaked, Will grabbed her wrists and dragged them away. Her lips fell open with shock, but he held her gaze as he lifted her fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. Her eyes were hazy with desire as she watched his tongue work each finger that had touched her own moisture. And when he dropped his head to her breasts, lapping them with his tongue, she clutched his head and begged him to finish it.
“Not yet, my love. I’ll show you the edge of the world before I do my duty or let you touch that sweet pussy and make it come,” he growled, sucking a nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth.
Her hands fell from his head, seeking her own heat, but true to his word, he stopped her with a soft bite to her breast. “Now tell me how it feels when you come, Evangeline. Tell me how your pussy will grip my cock as I flood you with my seed.”
She turned her mouth into his ear and whispered a hot litany of words, each more searing than the last. His burn was painful, unbearable and consuming. He could go on for hours with her, teasing and tormenting her until she forgot her name.
“All right,” he groaned at last, leaning away and guiding her hands back to her pussy. Automatically she gathered the wetness on one fingertip and brought it to his lips. With a crooked smile, he drew it into his mouth and suckled. Her eyes fluttered shut, and he gently removed her finger and guided it back to where she wanted it most.
Up the steep incline of pleasure she drove herself, rubbing and fucking with her fingers. Her belly grew taut, her nipples turned dark purple, and her eyes squeezed as she hit the summit and rolled down the other side. Waves of sensation creamed over her, and he watched sweat break out on her skin as she shuddered.
Before she could gasp for more breath, he buried his tongue in her mouth. Their kiss was frantic with need, and as her orgasm ebbed away, her tongue slowed against his and drew to an exquisite stop.
She opened her eyes into his. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, and threw him onto his back.
“You deserve the same torment,” Evangeline said, studying Will’s glowing eyes.
Dawn sent its long fingers into the bedroom to spill across Will’s perfect body and render it surreal. He could have been one of the granite statues, lying across the bed in only jeans slung low on his hips so that the inky lines of his immortal tattoo peeked from beneath the waistband. She’d had too many fantasies of him in this state to be immune to the sight and wanted above all to touch him.
Kneeling over him, she spent long minutes studying his eyes close up. They were golden brown with rays of darkness at the center. For months she’d craved this moment. He’d driven her mad with visions of making love to her, and the ideas of togetherness he’d forced into her mind. Once she’d wished him away. Never again.
As she realized this, a wave of guilt swept her. Sean’s loss was a hot coal in her stomach. Her mind felt sick thinking of him, of that haunted look that had followed her from the apartment. It followed her now, into Will’s bedroom.
But before her lay a man whose very soul caressed the edges of hers. His eyes were mirrors, reflecting the depth of his emotion for her. Yes, he loved her already. How could she not respond?
His chest was sprinkled with crisp auburn hair, and it rose and fell beneath her, curling about his perfect nipples, which were set like jewels in the mounds of his pectoral muscles. She caressed each hair with her eyes, right down into the V that funneled into his pants.
A hard, unshaven jaw made her burn, wondering how the rough hair would feel moving against her. But his mouth made her juices trickle between her legs anew. It was wide and full and delivered the sexiest lazy smile. She wanted to kiss it and never stop.
She shifted against his chest, a dull throb beginning deep in her belly. She was soaking the dusting of hair above his navel with her fluids, and ground her pussy against him instinctively.
He grinned up at her, his teeth white and even. “What do you intend to do with me, baby?”
What did she think she was doing? Sean’s scent still permeated her clothes. Was she ready to jump into Will’s arms so easily? But a bone-deep instinct to give him pleasure loosened her defenses. His soul was beckoning her, and the spark she saw in his mind drove her on.
“I’m going to play with you like you played with me. Only better, if I can manage it. I’m going to arouse you so much, I’ll convince you to never leave me wanting,” she told him in a low voice.
Between her thighs, his chest rumbled with laughter. “Do your worst.”
Slowly she leaned over him, her nipples inches above his chest, and her mouth suspended over his, exchanging breath. She inhaled him now, getting used to the smoky, musky scent of his body, so different from Sean’s, yet just as compelling.
She let these thoughts swirl through her mind like an addictive cocktail. Her heartbeat slowed to keep time with Will’s. She felt his soul blossom, and swell, glowing at her nearness. She sought the deepest part of herself to give him more.
Her breath was a whisper kiss as she spoke the dirty things she hoped would drive him to distraction. He surged upward, but she dodged him and kept talking. Along his jaw and down his throat, she worked him, teasing him with nothing more than her moist breath. She felt his chest muscles tighten beneath her and delighted in a new flood of wetness on her thighs. Her panties were soaked, and she told him this. She told him that she wanted him to lick them when she was finished with him and show her how much he wanted to lick her cunt.
With each bold word, Will’s mind, body and soul responded, driving her to please him. She lost her mind to him, gave herself up to the new feelings, the feelings that suddenly felt all right.
Hovering over him, she released a hot stream of air on his right nipple and it hardened for her. On to the left, she did so again, closely watching his eyes crease at the corners as they squeezed shut. Briefly she allowed her own nipples to sink against his. The first scalding touch sent her reeling into the past, into Sean’s bed. She tensed, then grew utterly still.
Will rubbed her upper arms. She knew he could see into her mind, see the war waging in her soul between him and Sean. Just as clearly, she saw his patience.
They spent a long minute searching each other’s eyes.
You don’t need to go on,
he told her. His mental voice sent an ache through her. She wanted to pleasure him, to forever stop the quaking the link had begun, to mesh her soul and heart with his. They were already knotted together by the ‘Calling’. The need to finish their bond flooded her mind. She rubbed her breasts against his chest. A moan escaped him, driving away Sean’s ghost. He tried to crush her against him, but she resisted.
“Oh, no,” she cooed. “You’re not even warmed up yet.”
She continued her breath play, trailing down his chest and to the pulse at each wrist. When she reached his lower abdomen, she tasted the golden flesh with her tongue. He jerked at her attentions and nearly dislodged her, but she clung tight with her strong thighs and blew some cooling air across the moist spot she’d created.
His hands fisted the bedcovers, and his head jerked aside. Through clenched teeth, he said, “Stop this torment, Evangeline. Just take my cock into your mouth.”
She laughed playfully. “Never. You’re going to beg me first.”
Downward she moved, teasing him with the slightest brush of her nipples. And then deftly, she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down and away, revealing tight black briefs and the sexiest tattoo. She nearly gave in, but swallowed her need and teased him with more hot ticklish breaths.
“What do you like?” she murmured so close to the flesh straining against his briefs. She nearly sent him over the edge. The thick bulge quivered with impending release, and abruptly, she withdrew. “Not yet, my precious lover. Back to the top,” she said, skimming the length of his body with the barest touch of her breasts.
A half-sigh, half-moan burst from him, and she swallowed it with her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, seeking control, which she refused by pinning his arms to his sides. He could have easily thrown her off, but he let her continue this erotic torment. She perched atop him, kissing and biting his lips and tongue. The coarse hair of his beard burned her sensitive flesh.
“I feel you shaking,” he said between kisses. “You want me.”
“Not yet.” Withdrawing, she took her breast in hand and held it above his lips. His eyes scalded her, but she wouldn’t let him touch her nipple with his tongue. Taking the other breast as well, she slid them over his chest in slow arcs meant to madden him. His body was rigid, but she would not end his torment yet. When she touched her breasts to his immortal tattoo, she froze in shock, and he stiffened, seemingly on the verge of release. She held her breath, and only when he gave a ragged sigh did she continue, touching her breasts to his cock. He groaned and sank his fingers into her hair, his thumb tracing the stars at the corner of her eye. She cupped her breasts together, making a tight sheath about his erection. Undulating up and down, she rubbed his cock with her breasts from tip to root. Her eyes were riveted to the drop of delicious moisture collecting at the tip, and without thought she dipped her tongue into it.
“Oh God,” he moaned, grabbing her arms and hauling her slick body up his sweaty chest. She stared into his crazed eyes. “I’m about to come,” he said grittily. “And I don’t want to.”
“We’ll see about that.” She tossed her head and followed the familiar path with her tongue. First, she gave a long, devouring kiss which only kindled the flames of their need, and then she licked and sucked his nipples. Her tongue teased every inch of his sculpted abs and finally the lines of his immortal tattoo, which she was shocked to see up close was comprised of long rows of numbers, so crowded and blurred she’d initially thought it an intricate graphic design. A flash of Sean’s artwork, hanging on his apartment wall, tipped into her mind. Layers of metal, color upon color.
Her fingertips slid over Will’s own personal graffiti, sending shocks through them.
When the length of his cock filled her hot mouth, he shuddered all over. Down his length she sucked, stroking his balls with the rhythm of her movement. She felt him nearing completion and drew a deep pull, prepared to suck up every drop of his come. His hips convulsed as the hot, salty fluid poured into her. She swallowed and licked, and when his hips finished jerking with orgasm, she continued to bathe his cock with her tongue in slow, sweeping movements.
“Baby, you have no idea what that was like,” he murmured, cradling her face.
She moved into his arms. “And I didn’t get to see you pleasure yourself. That’s for next time,” she said.
“Now that you know the joy of giving and taking pleasure with your immortal mate, we have eternity.”