I buried my face between her legs, kissing and teasing moans from her with my tongue. I greedily explored her body with my hands while I worked, eventually sliding fingers inside her tight entrance.
But Cara started tugging me up by the shoulders before long. “I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Please.”
I’d planned to plant a kiss on every part of her body—to savor these moments like they could be our last. But there was a desperate sort of need in her eyes that was both impossible to ignore and agonizingly sexy.
I pushed one of her legs open wider and positioned myself above her, lowering my mouth to hers to steal a few kisses while I used my hips to slide my length between her legs. I didn’t try to press it inside her at first, enjoying the anticipation of feeling her radiating heat and slick skin against mine.
She rocked her hips upward, gasping into my mouth. Cara slid her hands down my back, fingernails digging into skin until she found my ass and squeezed, pulling me in closer.
All I could think about was how long it had been.
How long since I’d felt anything close to contentment. Happiness. Satisfaction.
They had begun to seem like imaginary things I’d created from my imagination—dream-like figments of a life that was as old as ash.
But I felt it all booming through me with enough force to make my breaths shallow and my head feel light.
I was happy.
Centuries ago, Dominic Undergrove had taken the joy of sunlight from my life. Even now, I could experience the sun, but not without the constant, fatiguing reminder that it was no longer for me. None of it was. I was resigned to the shadows and to a second, lesser life.
Except Cara had given me back the light.
She was my light.
37
Cara
Lucian was huge in the cramped backseat of the car. My field of view was dominated by chiseled arms planted on either side of me, his broad shoulders flexing with the effort of holding up his large frame, and a rack of abs that disappeared into the shadow between our bodies.
His eyes were locked on me when I gripped his firm ass with both hands. It drew the faintest of smirks from him.
I pulled him toward me and felt his cock—which he’d been teasing me with—find my entrance and slide in.
I gasped. I’d been watching everything, transfixed, but the feeling of him inside me made me press my head back into the seat and squeeze my eyes shut. I could hear his breathing above me, slow, steady, but growing more rapid.
He eased himself into me like he was worried he might break me. I could imagine what he would be thinking right now. I must not impale the tiny human with my huge, supernatural cock. She will only be able to handle a little at a time.
I gripped his ass again and jerked him toward me, forcing his cock to bury itself in me until there was nothing left.
My eyes flashed open and my mouth gaped.
Lucian let out a surprised moan in my ear, then lowered his chest over me and started doing his work. He moved so smoothly it didn’t seem real, like his hips were perfectly oiled machines made for this purpose.
It was only seconds before I wasn’t able to hold in the sounds escaping my mouth.
And then the strangest thing happened.
The bond always felt a little like being half of a pair of magnets. All it wanted was for us to get close enough to click together—to be joined. That feeling within me started to ramp up in intensity until something inside my head did click.
In a confusing blur of sensations, I felt myself plunging into something warm, wet, and perfectly tight. But at the same time, I felt his velvety length pressing against my walls, stretching me and filling me to the brim.
I felt the softness of a breast and a hardened nipple against my calloused palm as well as the broad rippled of muscle across his back that my hand was sliding across.
I felt everything.
I felt what he was feeling and what I was feeling.
The realization only had about a second to settle in before the most explosive orgasm of my life burst from the depths of my soul, setting my whole body to shaking. I hugged my arms around his back like I had to hang on to keep from being swept away by its force. At the same time, I felt a blissful release and the sense of something pulsing between my legs. I felt each throb of his cock at the same time I felt his ejaculation land warm and wet across my stomach and breasts.
I blinked rapidly, still riding out the last of the mind-numbing orgasm as the dual sensations started to fade. Little by little, I was just me again, and I could more clearly tell what the hell was going on.