Dark Light (The Dark Light Series)(114)

I gasp at the feel of his strong yet gentle fingertips. They roam to the button of my jeans, unfastening them without pause. They slide off my hips slowly and I step out of them, gazing back up to Dorian to ensure that the gesture pleases him. The blue fire in his eyes tells me that it does. I tentatively reach to undo the button of his slacks, being sure not to break eye contact in the process. I fumble a bit but soon they fall from the severe cuts of his hips. I let my fingertips explore the hard defined muscle and resist the urge to run my tongue along them. Every bit of him is mouthwatering; how can I not want him?

We stand face to face, next to naked, unable to tear our eyes away from each other. Dorian lets his finger slide under the clasp of my bra, this time unfastening it quickly. My perky breasts are grateful for the release and throb under his appreciative gaze. He cups them gently, tenderly, grazing his thumbs along my nipples. My body trembles in response and a soft moan falls from my lips before Dorian swallows it, covering my mouth with his. Our kiss is deep, passionate, and urgent. Desperation drips from our lips, tongues tangled in a sensual tug of war. He lays me down on the bed, climbing on top of me and scooting me upwards, never breaking our kiss. His hand slides under the waistband of my panties and he easily slides them off. I reach to remove his boxers, and he aids me in my efforts, kicking them off eagerly. This is it- what I have been waiting for, yearning for.

Dorian guides himself into my warmth, easing himself in inch by inch. He is so careful and gentle, leaving soft kisses on my neck and shoulders before finding my lips again. He stretches me, fills me, lives in me. With slow, measured strokes, Dorian loves me from the inside out. I am covered by him, totally consumed by him in every way.

This time is different. Admitting to myself that I love him has made this act so much more meaningful. It’s as if Dorian has heard my secret admission and is feeding my love for him. Once again, he is giving me what I want, what I need, without my asking. He knows my heart just as well as he knows my body. The two have become one and the same.

Together we climb, seeking the warmth and solitude of our twin peaks. I flex my hips against him and wrap my legs around his waist. This new layer of depth excites him and he plunges even deeper. My fingers grab handfuls of his soft tresses, pulling gently as he sinks inside of me faster and faster. A low guttural groan erupts from his throat; he’s almost there. I, too, feel it surging from every limb, traveling swiftly to my burning heat. I can taste it; sweet release is so close.

Then in an intense wave of passion, it drowns me. I can no longer see or hear or even breathe. Dorian has taken me under with him, and we are lost at sea. There’s no use in fighting against the current, because it has already won. Dorian has already won. I wholeheartedly surrender to him, mind, body and soul.

“We should get ready,” Dorian pants after several minutes. He is still on top of me, still inside me. I sluggishly nod, unable to speak. My devastating orgasm has relinquished me of all my faculties.

Dorian pulls out of me to my disappointment, and grabs my hands to lift me up. My limbs are like Jell-O and my head rolls around on my neck like a newborn.

“Come on, little girl. We need to shower,” he chuckles. Seeing me so undone is amusing for him. Proof of his victory over me.

“Nooo,” I groan begrudgingly. All I want to do is sleep. How can he expect me to function after ruining me like that?

Dorian lifts me onto my feet despite my protest and leads me to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and ushers me inside, as if I am helpless. In this moment, I am. He has created this convalescent.

“I would take you right here in this shower, but I’m afraid you wouldn’t make it,” he smirks. He’s right. Instead, he washes my body meticulously and tenderly. He even washes my hair, his long magical fingers massaging my scalp.

“That feels so good,” I finally say when I’ve regained my sense of speech. I suddenly remember his first gift of the day. “Thank you for the spa treatments. It was so surprising; how did you know? You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Since I couldn’t be here with you.” He rinses the shampoo from my hair with the detachable shower head. “And I assume Aurora wasn’t easy to stomach. You surely needed to unwind,” he adds with a chuckle.

“Holy crap. I don’t see how you stayed with her for so long,” I say shaking my head. There. That got his attention.

Dorian furrows his brow, realizing what I’m trying to get at. I know about his past with Aurora. “Is that what she told you?” He begins to wash his own body. I would like to do it for him but right now, I want to get to the bottom of this. And touching him will only distract me.