Chapter 30: Consumed with need

Conri found the warmth of her neck, kissing and biting gently, teasing her ear, her throat. Her nipples pressed into the hard muscles of his chest, only the lace separating skin. She was making soft sounds of satisfaction, her nails digging into his back and her hips moving restlessly beneath him.
His body burned with a fever of need. He kissed his way over the swell of her breasts to find the tight hard buds peaking through the lace. "You’re so beautiful." He could only stare at her while the moonlight caressed her body. He bent his head slowly and licked a curling heat over each nipple. Her body reacted, muscles contracting, hips jerking wildly. She whimpered with the intensity of her pleasure.
She never held anything back from him, always showing him how much she wanted him. The knowledge helped him to hang on to his control when he wanted her so much. He was determined to go slow and bring her to the same agonizing intensity that held him in its grip.
She arched into him, pushing her breast toward his mouth in invitation, her fists clenching in his hair. He lowered his head, his mouth closing hotly over her nipple, suckling with greedy lust. His hand moved up her leg to her thigh. He could feel her heat, the dampness on the red lace barrier between them. She said his name, a breathy, aching sound, pleading with him.
He stroked her silken thighs as he switched his attention to her other breast, his teeth taking tiny nips and his tongue flicking hotly over her skin as he kissed his way to her abdomen and the little golden chain. Her breath came in gasps, her fingers biting deep into his shoulders. His hands were everywhere, shaping every curve, finding every shadow, tugging on her nipples and stroking her until she was spiraling out of control right along with him. There was a plea in her voice as her hips shifted continually beneath him.
"I love this red lace," he whispered against her belly. His hands parted her thighs as his chin rubbed the damp lace. He inhaled her scent. Her fragrance enveloped him. He remembered it so vividly, the taste and scent uniquely hers. His teeth teased the lacy fabric over her pulsing mound.
"Damn!" She sounded hoarse with need.
His tongue slipped through the lacy holes and stroked deep. She bucked hard beneath him, nearly coming apart in his arms.
"What are you doing? It’s been so long. I want you inside of me."
He smiled at the demand in her voice. "I want to have all of you. Even the parts you don’t want to give me. Everything." His tongue slid deep again, a foray through lace, robbing her of breath. "It isn’t my fault these panties are in the way."
Her hands pushed at them frantically. "Get them off. Hurry. Take them off." She kicked her feet until her high heels went flying.
He looked down at her face, the glazed look in her eyes, the way her breasts heaved through the lacy bra. Her skin was flushed and sensitized, so beautiful his heart ached. He ripped the lace with one smooth motion, giving him full access to her body. He stroked his palm over her, sank his finger into the intriguing dampness. Her muscles clenched hard as he widened her thighs, slipping between them. "I’ve missed the taste of you."
He lowered his head to her, his mouth finding her most sensitive spot. He took his time, suckling, licking, driving her to the very edge of control and holding her there. Her body pulsed with arousal. She pleaded with him, fists back in his hair, tugging at him as fire raged through her bloodstream and her body wound tighter and tighter.
She was on the verge of insanity. He was making hot sensual sounds of pleasure as he ate at her, licking and biting gently. He sounded desperate for her, yet he didn’t take her, didn’t fill her or allow her to come when she needed release. His eyes were so dark they looked black. He looked so hungry, a dark desire etched deep into the lines of his face. His fingers replaced his tongue as he bent forward and rubbed his face along her stomach. Her womb clenched and another cry escaped.
Conri shifted positions, rising above her onto his knees. His body was hard, muscles defined, his shoulders wide. She’d forgotten how large he was. Kneeling between her legs the way he was, even with her body pulsing with need and damp with welcome, she had that one moment of uncertainty.
"We’ve done this many times," he reminded her as he pressed the large head of his erection against her.
He pushed into her tight folds, stretching her slowly. He gasped. "You’re so damned tight." His breath was ragged, matching hers.
He had never wanted her so much and the sensation was somewhere between sheer ecstasy and pain as he drove deeper into her body.
She felt tears on her face that she could not help buy wonder how she had manged to live without him all this while.
she couldn’t stop the wealth of need pouring through her. Her body melted around his, became part of his. Skin to skin they rocked, hips finding the perfect rhythm, his body surging hard and fast and deep into hers. She rose to meet him, tightening her muscles around him to hold him to her. She was certain she wouldn’t survive, that she would die with him buried deep inside of her as her body wound tighter and tighter with the need for release.
He plunged into her with hard desperate strokes while her body pulsed and throbbed around his. His hands gripped her hips, allowing him to drive down into her, fierce thrusts that sent shock waves through her body. Sensations poured into her, through her, building and building until there was only him in her world. She felt her body tightening, reaching in a frenzy of lust and need, higher and higher.
He didn’t stop moving, thrusting harder and harder and taking her so high she was afraid she could never get back. It didn’t matter, he held her with his strength, his face a mask of dark intensity, as his furious rhythm increased. She heard herself scream as he rubbed against her most sensitive spot, throwing her over the edge so that her womb convulsed, sending shock waves ripping through her. She felt the hot jet of his release filling her, heard his throaty cry mingling with hers. He lay over her, his body shuddering, hot, beads of sweat dampening his hair, his heart pounding through his chest.
She lay beneath him fighting to breathe, her body not her own, but then it hadn’t been since the first time she’d lain with him. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes.
"You’ll tear out my heart again if you cry." His fingers threaded through hers. "I love you more than life. Is there no hope for us? I had nothing until you came into my life and when you left, you left me with nothing." He kissed her eyes cleaning her tears “I know there is hope for us. You can open your heart again for me, I know I will be damned to hurt you again “
"I am trying my best." Her body was still pulsing around his, little aftershocks rocking her, sending tiny electrical charges through her bloodstream.
"No Kyra, I know you, what you are doing is trying not to love me. I don't want you to do that. I want you to try harder on opening your hears to me. Open it, so that you can give me chance to heal it for you, while you heal mine. “ He kissed her throat, pressed another kiss between her breasts.
She hated that he knew that. That he knew her so well he could tell what she was thinking and feeling. She touched his face. His beloved face.
"We were so right together. We belong together “
“ Yeah obviously! We are mated “
“ Yes Kyra, I know that. But that's only binding you. I don't want it to be like it's mandatory because you are now my wife and Luna, but I want you to love me again like you used to when nothing was binding you to me, when you had your freedom “
"I had to work so hard to find myself again, Conri." There was pain in her voice. "I was so lost without you. You left me raw and wounded and trapped in a dark place with no windows or doors. I didn’t know how to live without you. I didn’t know how to smile or feel or be. It took almost two years before I really accepted that it was over and I had to find a way to go on. I made myself strong. I’m alive again. I can wake up some mornings and be happy. Now you’re asking me to risk everything all over again and I’m not certain I could survive if it all came crashing down."
She was looking up at him with a mixture of love and fear and he couldn’t even pretend he didn’t know why. He had mishandled things through arrogance, his confidence that he was so powerful no one would think to try to take him down. He had been wrong and She had been the one to pay the price.
"I know my love, I’m so sorry. I know I’m to blame for what happened to you and I know the price you paid for my mistake. But I swear to you, I won’t let it happen again." He kissed the corners of her mouth. "I don’t make the same mistake twice."
She smoothed back his hair. "Give me time."
" I will, I will give you all the time you need, I will wait for you. But don't think about it too long. Think about only our happy times, I am sure that would help make it faster “
He kissed her again, long and slow, trying without words to show her how he felt. He reluctantly slipped out of the haven of her body. He had such a precarious hold on her and he didn’t want to leave her even for a moment, afraid she would manage to slip away from him and leave him alone again.
It had been a long time since she’d made love and she was somewhat sensitive, her body slightly sore. Conri had always been so ravenous for her. He made love to her often. With him everything was always right and natural. Her body still throbbed for his. She could feel the pulsing of her womb, wanting more. And that she got.
The heat of the tub was nothing in comparison to the fire of her velvet mouth. He had no idea what he’d done in a former life to deserve a woman like her.
He reached down and gripped her waist, lifting her without preamble to her feet and turning her toward the pillowed headrest. With the flat of his hand on her back he forced her to lean forward. She found herself staring out as his hand slipped between her legs, his fingers seeking her dampness.
He groaned. "You’re so ready for me. Do you have any idea what that can do to a man?" It could bring him to his knees. She had no idea what she’d done for him, how she’d changed his life, how she’d changed him as a person. He wouldn’t go back to what he’d been without her. He drove into her hard, needing the pounding pleasure pulsing through his body to drive his demons away. They rose up so unexpectedly. She had confessed how difficult it was to get her life back and go on without him, but she had managed. He hadn’t been able to do it.
His fingers bit into her hips. She was hot and tight and a miracle of pleasure driving the dangerous thoughts from his head. He could feel her body bathing him in hot liquid, her muscles gripping him hard, squeezing and massaging, the friction incredible as he thrust into her. She pushed back against him, rocking her bottom against his tight sac with each deep stroke, sending his pleasure spiraling out of control. He felt her body spasm around his, convulsing, contracting tightly. Her soft cry rose up into the night.
A hoarse cry escaped his throat as he emptied himself into her, his arms circling her waist, his mouth finding the nape of her neck. He pressed a trail of kisses down her spine to the small of her back as he slipped out of her. He turned her, helping her to sit back down in the hot tub when both had shaky legs. She was looking at him with such a mixture of pain and pleasure he felt his heart jerk in his chest. There was so much sadness in her he couldn’t stand it.
He caught her chin, and his other hand went to his chest. "Do you see that I love you more than anything in this world? I’d do anything to take away the pain I caused you. Tell me what I can do. Please, Kyra, you can’t hurt like this anymore."
She sent him a faint smile, touching the small lines around his mouth. "It isn’t just my pain. It’s yours as well. I feel you in the same way you do me." She pressed her hand over her heart in a gesture nearly identical to his. "We’ll get through this. It will just take time. I never thought to see you again and I’m still in a state of shock."
"You deliberately seduced me tonight."
Her smile widened. "It doesn’t take all that much to seduce you. You think when I look at you I’m seducing you."
He shrugged his shoulders. "That’s true."
"It’s a good thing I’m on the pill. We’d be in big trouble. You should have thought of that before you got so wild."
“ I did think of it, and I prayed that you were not on one. It would be so good to see you carrying my heir, my child “ That melted her heart, and just just snuggled up to him.
“ Come, let me carry you to the bed. . . I am sure you will be too weak to walk that little distance “ he said teasing her.
“ Ha ha ha, you must be enjoying yourself “ she replied, hitting him across his chest.
“ You bet I am, this is my best night in years! Since you gave left me “ he stood up to close the windows.
“ Mine too “ she replied boldly.
“ I am glad “ He said as he carried her to their bed.