Adam closed his eyes when my mouth moved over his flat belly, leaving behind a trail of fire. Wherever I touched him, my mouth, hot and moist, followed.
He dragged me closer, urging me onto him. My mouth was tight and hot and driving him mad. A low, ominous growl escaped, the beast shuddering with pleasure, needing primitive satisfaction.
My fingernails raked the hard column of his thighs, light, erotic, sending fire leaping, coiling in his gut. His mind blurred, merged more deeply with mine, a red haze of lust and need, love and hunger. He craved my touch, my hands, my silky mouth turning him into a living, breathing flame.
He dragged me up, his hands like bands, although he made every effort to be conscious of his strength. His mouth took mine, mating, dancing, so much hunger beating in him I caught it, pressing closer, my body sliding against his, rubbing, heating.
“Say you want me, Maya.” His mouth moved over my throat, closed over my aching breast. Every strong pull sent an answering rush of liquid heat.
“You know I do.” I answer, pressing him to me, wounding a leg around his.
I could barely breathe with my need, clawing at him to get closer, to crawl inside the shelter of his body, his mind, to feel his body in mine, taking possession as he was meant to, to feel his mouth at my breast, dragging me further into his world.
“All of it,” he said hoarsely, his fingers probing the nest of tiny curls, stroking, caressing. “Mate with me my way.”
I moved in a kind of anguish against his hand. “Yes, Adam.”
I was frantic for release, frantic to relieve him. I was consumed with the same red haze, not separating love from lust or hunger from need. I was on fire, hurting, aching, body and mind, even my soul in torment, not knowing where his wild, uninhibited emotions left off and mine began.
He lifted me easily with his enormous strength, slid mine slowly, erotically down his clenching belly until I was pressed against his raging velvet tip.
My heat seared him, beckoned. My arms slid around his neck, my legs around his hips, opening for him. Slowly he lowered my body over his, impaled me on the thick length of fire so that I surrounded him with such a moist, tight sheath he shuddered, somewhere beyond mere pleasure, a kind of erotic heaven and hell.
My nails dug into his shoulders before I could stop them. The friction was a bit much now. “Stop!” I gritted out. “You’re too big this way.” I was sure that alarm was spreading across my face.
“Relax, Maya. We belong together forever; our bodies were made for one another.” He slid in farther, unable to even control his words which seemed to flow as they wanted, and began to move in a long, slow rhythm, his hands caressing, soothing.
We belonged together forever? Was he conscious of what he was saying or was the sex ripping him of his senses?
He shifted his shoulders so that he could see my face properly, his body claiming mine with deep, sure, possessive strokes. Without conscious thought, just as I had thought, the words poured out of his soul for the second time.
“I claim you as my life mate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my lifemate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care.”
Would I be able to escape from this unscathed? I wondered, feeling the invisible threads joining us for the second time, or strengthening its roots.
A knock sounded on the door, causing Adam to grunt in frustration. He wasn’t yet done.