Shadow Reaper (Shadow #2)(114)

Mariko couldn't look away from his face and the dark passion stamped there. He looked utterly sensual, completely focused, an ancient samurai warrior claiming her for his own. He moved in her faster and harder. Every hard thrust sent jolts of pleasure rippling through her body like waves taking her higher and higher until fear began to creep in. She couldn't let go. She didn't know how.



She wasn't certain if she was going to live through her first time. Her breasts brushed his chest, so sensitive she felt as if pinpoints of fire brushed over her nipples each time. Lightning seemed to rip through her body, sizzling through her bloodstream with a rush of white-hot heat connecting her breasts to her sheath.



Fire roared through her, threatening to destroy her. She couldn't quite catch her breath, and there was no stopping the sensations swamping her. She looked up at him. Ricco. She felt him in her then. With her. Connected. His hands were steady and certain. His shaft swelled, the friction growing even hotter. She found his dark gaze with her frightened one. She could see tenderness. Something more she was afraid to name.



"Let go, farfallina mia. Let yourself fly with me."



She was used to that dark velvet voice. She knew his strength and power. She knew he would catch her. Breathing deeply, she let go. The ripples gathered in force until the sensations were giant swells. Thunder pounded in her ears. Her blood rushed hot and wild through her veins. Flames kissed her skin. Her body clamped down on his shaft, squeezing and milking, taking him with her. His arms tightened around her as she felt herself flung out into the stars, whirling around and floating, soaring, flying high with him. With Ricco. A shocked cry escaped and she heard Ricco's hoarse chant as he emptied himself into her. Then he collapsed over top of her and she took his full weight.



She stayed very still, afraid if she moved she would lose that feeling of euphoria. She stroked her fingers through his dark, thick hair, breathing shallowly, determined that she really didn't need air to breathe, she only needed to hold on to him. He groaned and pushed up slightly.



"That was beautiful. Wild." He brushed her eyelids with kisses. "Are you okay?"



She nodded, not wanting to speak at all, not wanting the moment to end. Her heart had begun to settle, the roaring in her ears subsiding. Her body still felt as if it were floating, but now she no longer felt connected to him. She honestly didn't know if she was withdrawing, or if it was Ricco, but she forced a smile. He frowned and withdrew, his heavy cock sliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves, triggering another orgasm.



       
         
       
        



She gasped and rolled, turning on her side, so she could draw up her knees.



"I'll be right back, Mariko." He knotted the condom and moved off to the bathroom.



She lay there, still a little dazed, but panic had set in. Heart pounding, she sat up, looking wildly around. He'd made it clear he didn't hold women all night or have them in his bed. What was she supposed to do? She should have asked before she'd gone to his room. It would have been so much smarter to go to her room and then he'd have to leave, not her. She had no clothes. Her robe was in the studio.



There was only one thing to do. A shadow. She had to get into a shadow and find a way out of his room before he came back from the bathroom. Her first inclination was to grab the sheet and cover up, but the sheet wouldn't go into the tube with her, as the specially made clothes for the riders did. She flung it aside and leapt to her feet.



She felt him on her skin. Inside her. Everywhere. He was branded deep in her body, but more  – and she'd known it would happen  – he was there forever in her heart. She wrapped her arms around herself and stepped into the nearest shadow that was thrown toward the door. It led right under it, except she was forced out of the tube right at the door itself. Nothing got under there. She'd run into that before when she'd first gotten there and wanted to explore his room.



What did people do? She reached for the doorknob, feeling foolish. He hadn't locked her in. He didn't keep women, he discarded them immediately. She wasn't about to be the awkward situation in his home he couldn't get rid of.



"Whoa. Stop, Mariko. Where are you going?" He reached around her, his hand above her head, preventing the door from opening. "What's wrong, farfallina?"



She went very still, wishing she knew how to disappear. It used to work when she was a child, but Ricco saw her no matter what  – and he was so close. His body pressed right up against hers. She could feel every inch of him, all man, all muscle, against her back and bottom. His cock, the moment he came into contact with her, skin to skin, went from semihard to just plain hard.