Night Unbound(109)

An experience she never wished to repeat. “So you kicked his ass.”
“And wanted to kill him so badly I could taste it,” he growled. “I wanted him to pay, Lisette. I wanted him to pay in blood. I wanted to do to him what the Others did to me.”
Biting her lip, she leaned forward and raised her arms to embrace him.
Zach backed away before she could. “Hold that thought. I need to wash his filth off me.” He vanished. Water began to flow.
Lisette turned to face the bathroom. Through the open door, she saw steam rising inside the shower as soapsuds flew.
The cascade of water ceased. Zach stepped out and grabbed a towel.
Not even a full minute had passed.
He met her gaze. Blurred. Then slowed and tossed the damp towel on the counter beside the sink. Naked, aroused, his gaze a brilliant gold, he strode toward her. “Drop the towel.”
The towel hit her feet. Lisette was so entranced by the heat pouring off of him and the sight of his leanly muscled body as he drew closer that she wasn’t sure if she had released the towel or if Zach had used telekinesis to rid her of it.
Stopping inches away, he drew his knuckles down her cheek. “I believe you once promised to ride me hard?” He quirked a brow.#p#分页标题#e#
Lisette grinned. “I believe you’re right.”
Lifting her up so she could straddle his waist, he fell backward onto the bed.
 

 

The sound that bubbled up from Lisette as she tumbled down on top of him could only be described as a giggle. To hear such a happy, youthful sound emerge from her after two centuries of guilt and weariness and violence and know that he had coaxed it forth meant the world to Zach.
Her long raven tresses, which she must have blown dry just before he had arrived, spilled down around them in a midnight curtain as she straddled him and settled her core directly over his erection. Hunger rose, as did the desire to feel her warm, slick walls enfolding him and squeezing him tight.
He settled his hands on her thighs, every muscle tightening with need.
She braced her hands on his chest, her lovely eyes shining amber as she gazed down at him. Humor faded. Her smile turned wicked. She toyed with his nipples, gave them a pinch, then curled her hands into claws and drew her nails lightly down his chest and abdomen and—shit!—it felt good.
Pulse pounding in his ears, he slid his hands around to cup her ass and lifted his hips to grind against her.
Lisette moaned, her eyes closing as her head fell back. She rocked against him, already wet, gliding along his length and driving him mad.
He slid his hands up and cupped her breasts. Squeezed. Kneaded. Teased her nipples with his thumbs before he delivered little pinches.
She gasped and covered his hands with her own.
“Take me inside you,” he rasped. “I need you.”
She stared down at him, eyes blazing with desire. “I need you, too.” Rising above him, she reached between them and curled her fingers around his aching cock. Now she squeezed and stroked and played and tormented.
“Lisette,” he gritted when he could take no more.
Guiding him to her entrance, she lowered herself down on him, inch by slow, torturous inch. So hot and wet and tight. Until they were fused together, breath held.
Her hands found their way to his chest again as she began to move, holding his gaze as she rode him. First slow and easy. Then faster. Harder. Stealing his breath as his hands roamed her. Explored her. Fondling her breasts, her ass, her thighs. Then sliding in between. He teased her clit with his thumbs, stroking her in time with her movements and luring little cries from her that fired his blood even more.
She stiffened above him. Calling his name. Nails digging into his chest as her slick walls clamped down and spasmed around him, milking him until he came with a roar.
Her light weight collapsed atop him. Her warm breath bathed his chest as her pulse—racing as fast as his own—fought its frantic pace and began to slow.
Quiet embraced them. The calm after the storm.
“Why couldn’t I have found you two hundred years ago when you were first made immortal,” he murmured, and felt her smile against his chest.
Sliding his hands down over her ass, Zach raised his head and buried his lips in the hair above her ear. “I want to try something,” he whispered.
Her heartbeat picked up again. “Okay.”
For days, he had been contemplating introducing telekinesis to their lovemaking. But he hadn’t been certain how she might react. Now, with her body pliant against his, her warmth still embracing his hardness, he thrust his hips up against hers and telekinetically stroked all of her erogenous zones at once with the speed and force of a vibrator.
She climaxed instantly, once more clenching and unclenching around him for so long he came again himself.