He cupped her breasts together, nuzzling between them, thumbing the nipples until they tightened to agonizing points. He suckled first one, then the other, before moving down her body to kiss her belly. His hands stroked her hips, brushing her thighs before he moved up to kiss her mouth. His kiss was hard, hungry. He wrapped his arms beneath her shoulders, holding her tightly to his body. She gasped as she felt him between her legs, pushing her thighs apart.
A satisfied masculine growl escaped him as he moved his hardness against her slick, wet heat. She twisted beneath him as the low tension built deeper and deeper inside her, making her breath come out in quick little pants, making her body sizzle from her taut nipples to her hot molten core. She was melting for him, melting to nothing, and if he didn’t…
He slid inside her with a single deep stroke.
Her back arched. She cried out as he filled her to the hilt, releasing pleasure so deep inside it was almost pain.
He choked out a gasp, closing his eyes as he thrust inside her again, pulling back, riding her hard and slow. Each stab was deeper, spiraling a sweet ecstasy so far inside her that she thought she might be devoured by it.
He spread her wide, splitting her apart. Harder, faster, pain, pleasure. Just four times. Four thrusts, each one deeper and harder than the last.
And she exploded.
CHAPTER NINE
As Talos felt her body tighten, he knew he could not last.
Touching her was heaven. Her skin was even softer than he remembered. She tasted sweet, so sweet. The very first time he slid inside her, he nearly lost control. With every thick thrust he watched her full breasts sway from the force of his possession, and he gasped out each breath. How long had he wanted her?#p#分页标题#e#
How had he denied himself for so long?
With each slow thrust inside her, he shattered a little more, until he was coming apart like Venetian stucco falling into the water. His whole body shook with the agony of holding himself back when all he wanted to do was bury himself in her completely, to lose himself in the ecstasy of making love to her. Every nerve was on fire. It had never felt like this before—not even with her.
Three thrusts, and he was shaking with the desperate effort to stay in control. He grunted as he shoved into her roughly, pushing all the way to the hilt in pleasure so great he nearly lost his mind. He heard her soft gasp spread to a scream and felt her shudder as her body convulsed around him. And he could hold back no longer. With a shout, he shoved inside her one last time with a guttural cry, pulsing and spurting inside her.
Spent, he collapsed next to her, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly.
Now, as he looked at the gray light coming from the windows, he realized it was already morning. They’d slept in each other’s arms for at least two hours.
Something he’d never done before.
Oh, they’d slept in bed together, of course, between stretches of nearly constant lovemaking. But he’d never just held her like this, cradling her against his chest as they drowsed.
He felt…contented. Protective.
He stared down at her naked beauty. The white cotton sheets had fallen past her hips. Her skin was lustrous and creamy. Her breasts were heavy and swelling, the tips that he’d suckled so recently now a shade of pink that was the color of deep pink roses. The slight swell of his child in her belly only made her look more feminine, like a goddess of fertility.
He felt himself instantly go hard. He already wanted her again. And not just her body…
How had she changed so much?
How could losing her memory make her into such a different person?
He’d tried to resist her. He had every reason in the world to punish and hurt her. But he could not.
Something inside Talos wouldn’t let him do it. Even as his exacting soul cried out for justice, he could not hurt her.
There was only one card left to play. One last chance for justice.
He could tell her the truth.
He could take her to the place where she’d betrayed him.
It was his last chance.
Because this new Eve, the woman now sleeping in his arms, was too beautiful, too real, too vulnerable. Too warm and natural and loving.
He’d counted on her having no defenses. He’d never thought that her innocence would cause him to lose his own defenses.
But sooner or later, Eve would revert to her true self, the cold, cruel, clever siren who’d sold him out for love or money. The woman who would undoubtedly hate their baby because of what the pregnancy did to her perfect figure. The woman who would ignore and neglect her child for her own selfish pursuits.
Who would never want to settle down with any man for long.
His fingers tightened on her as he took a deep breath. He had to end this. Today. He had to erase this new woman completely. Before he…before he…