She slipped her arms about his neck, and he pulled their bodies onto the walk at the edge of the pool. His legs dangled in the water. She kneeled up, seated on his lap.
He ran his fingers down her biceps. “I need—”
She pulled up and then slid back down his length. She wanted him to feel the same exquisite feeling she did. “Does that feel…” She didn’t know the right word. “Pleasurable?”
He closed his eyes and groaned, “And more… Do it again.”
She repeated the motion, his shaft slipping easily out to the crown. Her insides quivered, and she groaned. He thrust up. His hands grabbed her hips, and he held her stable. “Do not move.” His hips took up the motion, and he thrust and thrust into her. Her moisture increased, and the flesh of her sex swelled with an urge to push against each thrust.
His fingers dug into her hipbones, and all his muscles tensed. He cried out as his phallus pulsed repeatedly inside her. He closed his eyes and stilled.
Water ran down her back and prickled her skin. The pinpricks ran to the spot where they joined. The sensation coiled about her. She stared at him, motionless beneath her. She wanted him to move. To thrust again into her, to make this sensation come to a crash on the shore.
Her insides quaked all the way to her toes, and she rubbed between her legs against his groin.
He pulled his hips back and thrust once more, powerfully, into her. She rubbed against him again, and the light in the room fractured. Her fingers dug into his chest, and she cried out as her sex pulsed with an overwhelming, numbing release. Her arms weakened, and she fell forward onto him.
His breath puffed against her hair, and his chest rose and fell beneath her. He was more than alive. He was powerful, and so was she. Saliva pooled in her mouth. She wanted to taste him again. To feel the power of them on her tongue. She needed to know that he tasted as he should. She turned her head toward his neck. Pain cut through her gums. Her lip pulled back, and she placed her tongue once again against his beating pulse, then bit. Salt and the tang of the sea mixed with a metallic taste that flooded her mouth.
He moaned and arched his neck toward her. “Taste all you need.”
And she did. She licked him until her heartbeat slowed, and then pulled back. His skin shone with the blue glow he had when he was in the water. She placed her hand on his chest, then sucked in a startled breath. Her skin glimmered gold.
Jordan could not take his attention from Celeste as she slowly returned to the present. Her skin, which had changed to gold while they futtered, now faded to the creamy white he had seen when he put her in the boat on the beach.
“All well?” he asked.
Her hands rose to cover her breasts, and he stopped her before she could do so. She giggled the nervous laugh he so adored.
“What is it?”
She stared up to the ceiling. “I—I simply never expected any of this. I turned gold! And then there is Hudson…”
“He is secure.”
She rolled onto her side, facing him. “You told me what you know about what you are. What don’t you know?”
A smile curved his lips. She was adapting but still uneasy. “Most of what this is…” He trailed his finger along the fresh bite marks and blood on her neck. “All of how we came to be. Though I have been having visions since I met you. Visions of a great castle, an ebony woman, magic and eggs.”
She grazed her fingers along his cheek, and he closed his eyes to absorb her caress.
He knew so little about her, yet he sat here telling her of castles and magic and his life. “I too am curious about you, my heavenly divine mate. Tell me more, beyond that you don’t like the sea.” That fact still shocked him.
She pushed up on to her elbows and then sat up fully. “What would you like to know?”
“Everything. But let us start with, what is your favorite color? Your favorite food? Your favorite activity?”
She smiled a smile that lit her eyes. “Pink is my favorite color. My favorite food is anything flavored with lemon, but truly the best are these little lemon cakes my father’s cook makes. And my favorite activity is spending time with my grandmum and making her smile.” She stared dreamily at him. “I should get that letter off to her. I am sure she’s worried. What is your answer to the same inquiries?”
“Green is my favorite color. The color of your eyes. My favorite food is called an olive. Have you ever had one?”
“Indeed, when I was in France. They are delicious.”
“I have them here. I will have Astrid bring us a platter.” He trailed his finger along her bicep. “My favorite activity, beyond swimming, is reading. I love to sit by the sea with a book.”