This time he was the one who paused. "For generations. What did you think we did?"
"Found them," she admitted, moving again.
Watching his eyes slip closed was amazing. This man was the most beautiful she'd seen in a very long time. If she could've created perfection, it would've looked just like him. His arms were thick and muscular, but not hulking. His chest was solid and the tight shirt he wore proved he was well defined, but he wasn't built like a brute. His lips were made for kissing. His hair was just long enough for her to grab an actual handful. His thighs were thick, and his dick felt amazing.
So she slowly pumped her body onto him, taking her time about it so the people around them wouldn't see her bouncing. She simply lifted herself up a few inches, and then eased back down. When his lips parted, she added a roll of her hips, loving the way he filled her so completely.
"Once," she said, leaning in so that her lips were beside his ear, "the priests found others with the power and recruited them. They were indoctrinated into the faith. They swore vows to increase their power - which doesn't actually work - and began to hunt us, convinced that we are the scourge destroying the Earth. Some were born with the power. Others began to show it later in life. How do they do it now?"
His hands kept her hips rocking. "The younger brothers marry women who are brought into the Church. Their children are raised in the faith."
"All children of a priest?" she asked.
"Not priests." That came out as a grunt, and he was starting to breathe faster. "Babe, you feel damned good. I can't think with what you're doing to me."
"Then don't think," she told him, refusing to slow down. "Who has the children?"
"The younger brothers," he insisted. "And all the daughters, although there's no other option for them. Women in our faith find a nice husband, hopefully one from the Church, and make a family." He paused to pant again. "Please tell me that whatever you are doesn't keep you from having an orgasm?"
"No," she promised, "it doesn't stop that at all."
"Good." Then he shoved his hand under her dress.
His thumb found her clit easily, and he began to rub. Dahlia had to bite back a moan, because this man knew exactly how to drive her higher. The slow grinding of their bodies, the circles his hand was making, and the rush of so many people around them was having an effect, but she wasn't done yet.
She also couldn't think straight with him touching her like that. She wanted him to kiss her. Needed him to tease her nipples. Wanted him to just keep touching her, because he felt so damned good. A moment ago, she'd been starving for life, and now she felt like she could rule the world.
"Whose daughters?" she demanded. "Whose sons?"
"My father was born to a younger brother," Thane tried to explain. "His father was born to a younger brother. The oldest boys are the priests. The rest of us breed more. That's who. The families of the priests."
She froze. "You're fucking breeding inquisitors."
"Woman, if you stop fucking me again, I'm gonna stop talking." And he tugged her back into motion.
Because he was close. She could feel his dick swelling. Her own body was ready to give in, but she hadn't gotten all her answers yet. She needed to know more. She had too many questions, and this was the only way she'd find out what the Church was doing.
"I don't want you to stop talking," she panted.
He pressed her clit a little harder. "Promise I'm not gonna be walking for a few minutes. Shut the fuck up, get me off, and I'll answer everything I can - if you'll do the same."
She didn't bother replying. Instead, Dahlia leaned back just enough to change the angle, and rocked her hips into his. Thane's fingers clenched against her side. He relaxed into the chair and let his eyes close, taking everything she had to give. This man wasn't trying to get away. He didn't seem ashamed of what they were doing at all.
He was getting off on it as much as she was. Then he began to thrust his hips into her. Harder, deeper, and even faster, neither of them cared about who might be around. Dahlia knew that Mei was beside her, flirting with some guy who was hoping to get his own ride. The chair Thane was in faced nothing but the floor below. For all anyone else knew, they could be dry humping each other, and no one seemed interested in stopping them.
So she gave herself to the moment. This sexy man might be her enemy, but right now, he was also her lover - her ideal warrior, ready to please her as she deserved. Over and over, he slid into her body. He didn't treat her like she was about to break. He also wasn't trying to break her. Thane just wanted to feel her come undone around him.
And she was so close. Just as her body began to tremble with the oncoming orgasm, he pulled her against him. His mouth found hers, kissing her so hard. She drank in his life, taking what he was clearly offering just as he buried himself inside her again. Like a dam breaking, the pleasure hit, but Thane kissed away her sounds of passion before they could fall from her lips.
Then he wrenched his mouth away and shoved his face against her neck. One more thrust and he groaned, the sound tangible against her skin even if the music made it impossible to hear. His breath caught for a moment, but when he could breathe again, his arms moved around her back, hugging her to him.
"Where were we?" he asked.
She couldn't help but laugh. "You were giving me the best meal I've had in years."
The words were barely out of her mouth before she realized how true it was. That quick fuck had filled her up completely. Even more strange, he was only slightly worn out. Draining that much vitality should've dropped him unconscious. Thane was still talking, he certainly wasn't comatose, and he didn't seem to be suffering at all.
"Why did you let me do that?" she asked. "You know I can drain you."