"The sun's corona." Her blue eyes flicked between his. "The pupil is dark, but the iris? It flickers between the color of coffee and something else, like an ember in a fire. White, gold, orange, but not. It's power. It's a color I can't even explain, but it's there, and when you're intense, it gets brighter." She licked her lips but didn't look away.
His hand caught the back of her neck, pulling her even closer. "And you're still hungry."
"Empty." She blinked, forcing herself to look away. "Like a light bulb without enough power. It still glows, but is dim and brown."
Slowly, he tilted her face back. "Mhm, and how do you plan to destroy the Church if you're running on fumes? You just said I'm a damned walking battery, and I promise, having a woman like you ride me like you have? I won't say no."
The smile that claimed her lips was devious, with a hint of cruelty. "Yeah? And what are you going to do when I drain you dry?"
"Sleep it off. Have a feeling you won't be killing me if I'm useful." He tilted her chin up as he moved his mouth almost to hers. "And I want to help. Besides, it's fucking hot as hell when you bite me."
"Right. Unless you're just delaying until they can come find me."
"Checked in under a fake name. Paid in cash. Own a black truck that looks just like all the others. I even have a lie ready to tell my brother, about how I'm trying to drink away the memory of betraying you. In truth, they're more likely to miss you than me." He kissed her, gently brushing his lips across the corner of her mouth. "And you're already wearing my clothes. C'mon, you know I'm not a loyal little church boy. You know I'm only doing this shit because I'm trying to take care of Laird. He's only doing it because he's trying to take care of me, I think. So let me help! At least use me, if nothing else."
She turned enough to meet his lips and pressed into his hips. Oh yeah, what he was offering was honest. He moaned as she ground her body against his erection, then sucked in a breath when she pushed him back. Obediently, he flopped onto the bed, pulling his shirt off without bothering to get up.
"Pants," Dahlia ordered, struggling out of her own clothes.
Like teenagers, they weren't worried about making this into a thing of beauty. He wanted her; she wanted the limitless energy he was offering. That it came in such a beautiful package only made it pleasant to consume, and that was exactly what she planned to do to him: consume him completely. When the last piece of cloth hit the floor, she leaned over him, one hand pressing down in the middle of his chest.
Her other grabbed much lower, right around the base of his dick. Her mouth followed, swallowing as much of him as she could take. Her lips stretched around his girth, making Thane groan. His hips twitched, driving him deeper into her throat before she slid off. When the length of him was wet and fully hard, her hand began to move, squeezing gently as she tortured him with pleasure.
"Oh fuck," he moaned. "You keep that up and I'm not gonna last."
She let him fall from her mouth. "Don't want you to last. Shut up, Thane."
"If I do that, you won't know when to..." He gasped as she sucked him in again. "...Dodge."
Giggling around a hard dick was almost impossible. Once again, she backed off. "Don't worry, big boy. A succubus always swallows."
"Oh. Right."
When she moved toward him again, his hand tangled in the hair at the back of her head. He pushed, driving her on, guiding her speed, and Dahlia let him. Faster, slower, deeper, he made sure she sucked him off just like he wanted, without a hint of shame. Her tongue teased the most sensitive spots. Her fingers milked him each time her mouth gave him up. The man beneath her was panting, lost in the glory of what she did to him.
It didn't take long before his hips joined in as he fucked her mouth. She didn't try to stop him, just relaxed her throat and swallowed. She wanted this. She needed this, and he tasted so good. Each inch of skin was both sweet and salty. Every sound he made drove her higher. She had complete control, and he loved it. As she slid her fist toward his balls, she squeezed, forcing him to groan loudly. His dick swelled in her mouth.
"Dahl..." His voice was strained.
She didn't give him the chance to finish. Stroking, sucking, and licking, all he could do was gasp until he couldn't take anymore, then he tensed, choking back his own cry of pleasure. Warmth hit the back of her throat with his climax. She swallowed, taking it all before she finally released him from her lips.
Thane let out a contented sigh, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. Before she could shift closer, he heaved her onto her stomach and hiked her ass into the air, moving behind her. She looked back to find him panting hard.
"Your turn," he said before sliding deep inside her.
She gasped and threw her head back, long blonde locks slapping against her back. His fingers weren't kind. He held on, pulling her hard against him. Over and over he rode her, looking for any response. Each time she moaned, he focused on that spot before looking for another. The lean muscles of his legs pressed against hers. His arm wrapped under her belly as he leaned over her back, holding her up while he drove her higher.
The grinding made her stronger. Their slick bodies only made it more sweet. His unending vitality filled her in ways she couldn't begin to describe without thinking of the pressure thrumming through her body. Hard. Fast. He worked her until she didn't care to think. He took over, pleasing her the way she'd always tried to please her lovers.
With him, the act of sex became something more than an enjoyable way to fuel her body. Thrust by thrust, it meant something. She wasn't sure what, but she knew it was more than simply using each other. This man wasn't just trying to please himself. He was also trying to give back to her, but she wouldn't think about that. Not now. Not tonight. Not when he felt so good.
She just gave in. This was what she needed, and not merely the sex. She needed someone who cared who she was instead of just wanting a quick orgasm. From the way Thane was abusing her body so sweetly, he wasn't just trying to get off. He was trying to share.
Knowing that was all it took. The friction of his pounding. The feel of such a strong man pressed up against her. The way he filled and stretched her was so damned amazing. Her walls were clenching around him when Thane kissed her back gently. The difference in sensation was all it took to send her over the edge, and she cried out her climax.
As her body clamped around him, he groaned, riding wave after wave of her pleasure until his own came as payment. Even through her own internal convulsions, she felt him throbbing, spent, but when she moved to slide off him, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. They separated, and then, with a chuckle, he guided her down beside him, holding her back tight against his chest.
"You gotta wait a few minutes before I can do that again," he said, his lips against her neck.