Trapped(8)

He moved faster, which caught up the sensation and carried it deep. The vibrations brought everything to a peak that made her scream. Ecstasy ripped through her, riding her body, up and up, causing her heart to expand and her lungs to fill with fiery passion.
He shouted his release, pumping harder still, as his body twisted over hers. “Alesia!”
She saw stars or she swore she did. Pleasure kept flowing and moved in sweet aftershocks so that she continued to grind against him, savoring the last bit of ecstasy.
Finally, he settled down as well and lay on top of her, though breathing hard.
She gasped out a few breaths as well. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she murmured. “Like if you weren’t holding me down, I’d float all the way to the ceiling, then back.”
She giggled and with her body lax, she wrapped him up in her arms. She held him, petting his back, now damp from his exertions. She kissed his neck.
“Thank you. More than anything in the world, I needed that.”
***
Zephyr knew what Alesia meant about floating. He didn’t feel anchored to the earth right now at all. Instead, he drifted somewhere in space, his mind and body free of everything that had caused him even the smallest pain or distress.
He couldn’t remember why they’d ever broken up, or what could have been so important to keep them apart. Not when he felt like this, when he loved her so much. And he didn’t want to spend even one more second away from her.
At last he recovered some of his strength and leaned back a little so he could look at her. “I love you, Alesia. I’ve loved you from the moment I first kissed you. Do you remember, at your diner about a year ago? I was the last customer to leave and I was at the register and I knew I had to kiss you.”
She smiled softly, her green eyes full of affection. “I remember.” She pushed strands of damp hair away from his forehead. “I fell hard for you, too.”
He nodded, but his throat grew tight. “I don’t want this to end.”
“I don’t either.”
He kissed her for a long moment, wanting her to feel the depth of his love for her.
When she dug her nails in his back, the sensation firmed him up again and he began moving inside her once more.
“Yes,” she whispered against his lips. “Make love to me, Zeph. Make love to me.”
***
When Alesia woke up again, hours later this time, she was back in Zephyr’s bed. She saw that the east-facing shutters had been raised a few inches and a dusky light showed through. Full-dark would come along in less than an hour.
How long had she slept?
Stretching, she turned over. She had a cloth between her legs and that made her smile.
Zeph had made love to her for a long time after he’d fed. She felt well-used and sore in just the right places. She pulled the comforter up to her chin, then giggled.
She’d even opened a vein for him a second time, which seemed to have added to his stamina. She couldn’t recall just how many times he’d made her come—maybe a dozen.
He appeared in the doorway carrying two mugs, and looking sexy as hell with his black hair combed away from his face and hanging just above his shoulders. He wore a navy t-shirt and blue jeans. He’d already donned his usual black leather boots, the kind he’d worn last night, the kind he always wore when hunting the enemy.
Of course, she set those thoughts aside, the ones that had to do with what he did for a living.
“Want some coffee?” He smiled as he asked, then moved toward the bed.
She scooted to a sitting position, arranging the pillows behind her. She held out both hands. “I’d love some. Have you been up long? Geez, you look good. In fact, I don’t think you’ve ever looked better.” Maybe that much sex had put a glow on his skin.
When she took the mug, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips, then moved to sit beside her. He angled his body so she was able to see the deep pinch between his brows, a sure sign that something was troubling him.#p#分页标题#e#
“What is it?”
He sighed and sipped his brew. “I’ve been on the phone with Gerrod for the past half hour.” Mastyr Gerrod ruled the entire realm.
“With Mastyr Gerrod? Really? Is he going to send more of his Guard into our area to look for those wraith-pairs?”
“Actually, we didn’t discuss that.”
She wanted to ask him why not, but her faeness kicked in suddenly. She felt that he was about to tell her something she probably didn’t want to hear. He’d never looked more serious, not even when they’d argued about his belief he had a duty to kill any wraith-pair that got within ten feet of him.
Her nerves did a sudden summersault. “What did you talk about then?”