His mouth remained on her as he finger-fucked her, desperately craving to get her off.
“I love your hands and mouth on my body,” she said on a raspy breath.
He wanted her to come with his mouth on her pussy. His tongue flicked over her clit, then he tugged gently on her labia with his lips. Her hips bucked and he gave her more of what she silently asked for.
Her breaths became shallow. Her body tensed. He sensed the change in her, the cresting of sensations that caused him to work harder to push her into the sort of sexual bliss that would make her cry out his name and come against his mouth. Seconds later, she did just that.
The heady rush he received from pleasuring her would have been enough to sate him for the rest of the evening, since he really didn’t have much time to linger in her cottage. The slayers circled the inner perimeter of the village and one would ride by Jade’s house soon. It wouldn’t bode well for Darien to have anyone spot his horse outside, least of all a slayer.
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave before he’d had Jade one last time.
With his guidance, she shifted again and his cock pressed to her opening, barely penetrating. He held her steady for a moment as her palms splayed over his chest. Then he loosened his grip on her and her hips lowered. He sank into her heat and wetness and let out a low groan.
Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her body moved with his. He could think of nothing more sensual, nothing more beautiful than Jade riding him slowly, her back arched, her head back, her breasts tempting him.
Everything about her appealed to him. The deep-seated feelings he had for her made his head and his heart war with whether to tell her she was part demon.
Not immortal, of course, yet more than human blood coursed through her veins. If he told her, that might actually give them better opportunity to be together. Conversely, he understood how important her humanity was to her, how fiercely protective she was of her dominant race.
The truth would likely conflict her in a way that would add even more strife to her life. He couldn’t do that to her. No matter how badly he wanted to build a bridge between their two worlds and eliminate some of the differences.
For the time being, he had to be satisfied with what he did share with her. Fleeting moments, yes. But also a physical and emotional connection he’d never felt with any female in his long existence.
“You feel so wonderful inside me,” she said on a contented sigh. “I can’t imagine anything feeling better than this.”
His hands moved from her waist and glided up to her breasts. He caressed them tenderly. She moaned.
“I wish we had all the time in the world,” he told her in a tight voice. The irony of knowing he could give them an eternity together pained him.
She didn’t say anything about their doomed, short-lived affair. Instead, she leaned forward, propping herself on her elbows as they rested on his chest. She lifted slightly off his lap and he quickened their tempo, pistoning into her as she panted softly. His hands clasped her hips and he held her in place as he fucked her. She left featherlike kisses on his skin, over his pectoral muscles and then up to his throat.
“Yes,” she whispered in his ear. “That’s perfect.”
Her pussy gripped him as his cock slid along her slick inner walls. He pumped in and out of her, his heart hammering and his body aching for so much more. But when it came to this situation, time was one luxury he did not possess.
“Come for me,” he said, desperately wanting to feel her body quake and her cunt contract around his shaft.
Her pelvis ground against his and he cupped her ass, pushing her down onto him, their hips undulating in a way that made them both breathe heavy and groan from the exertion and the ecstasy that arced between them.
Her fingertips pressed into his shoulders and her breasts flattened against his chest. He loved the feeling of her melded to him, of their bodies joined. Emotion welled within him and he had to bite back the overwhelming desire to tell her how deeply affected he was by her. How much he wanted her, in so many ways. It wouldn’t be fair to her to lay his feelings at her feet…then walk away.
“Darien,” she said in her sultry voice. “Oh yes. Right there. Oh!” Her pussy clenched him as she shuddered. The exact sensations he’d wanted to elicit. “Oh God,” she cried against his neck as her orgasm peaked.
He thrust into her as she came. Then he rolled her onto her back and made love to her with long, steady strokes as he gazed deep into her eyes.
He committed to memory every detail, from the desire and yearning in her dark-blue irises, to the sharp breaths blowing between her parted lips, to the feel of his cock buried inside her and her body beneath his. He had no real experience with romantic love but had a sneaking suspicion that was precisely the emotion he couldn’t evade when it came to Jade.
Darien swept strands of hair from her face and pushed farther inside her, making her gasp. Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts and she continued to stare at him, watching him as intently as he did her.
The passion and longing he saw caused his heart to twist, so he diverted his attention from their emotional connection to their physical one. He increased the pace until her breathing escalated again. Her hands ran the length of his back, down his spine, then up to the nape of his neck.
“I’m going to come again,” she said.
He plunged into her. “Yes. With me this time.”
His strokes became faster, more forceful. The possessiveness he felt toward her rose within him. He wanted her to be his for eternity. He’d have to settle for these last few moments.
“Darien,” she murmured, still gazing at him. “Don’t worry about me anymore.”