Rising Darkness

by Élianne Adams

  The act was not meant to be sexual—had not been intended that way—but the moment his palms grazed her breasts, her nipples pebbled, and her breath caught in her throat. When he would have continued to bathe her, she arched her back, thrusting more fully into his hands.

  “Tell me what you desire, and I will do it,” he whispered into her ear. “I will do anything you want.”

  She brought her small hands up to cover his. She kept one to her left breast and led the other lower. “You. I want you, Zenon.”

  “You have me, mate.”

  He didn’t try to rush her as she brought his hand down her belly to the juncture between her thighs. When she paused there and took a deep breath, he waited for her to be ready, allowing her to guide their movements. She rested her head against his shoulder as she led his fingers between her lips, stroking her sensitive flesh.

  She circled her flesh with their interlaced fingers. Never had an act felt more intimate.

  “Just like that. Soft, little circles right there,” she said. Her husky whisper, as much as the words she’d spoken, curled around him, making his blood rush to his shaft, hardening it in seconds. She tightened her grip on his other hand, showing him what she wanted. When he complied, massaging her breast and teasing her pert, little nipple, she released him and reached behind her, grabbing hold of his shaft, stroking him from root to tip.

  Her small fist didn’t quite fit around his girth, but the pressure she applied was enough to make his knees weak. He brought his lips to her shoulder, kissing her soft skin to keep from moaning as pleasure streaked through him.

  “I want you to make me come like this, and then I want you to fuck me all the way into tomorrow,” she said.

  Smiling against her skin, he continued to stroke her, relishing the slight tremble of her body. “It will give me great pleasure to do so, my Nickie.”

  Already, her breaths came in short, little pants, and her sighs filled the bathroom. But the water was cooling. As much as he wanted to luxuriate in the moment and draw out her climax, he could not.

  With firmer and tighter circles around her swollen bud, he brought out heavier sighs and moans. As though of their own volition, her hips pulsed forward, meeting his little strokes. “Yes, like that,” she said, encouraging him to continue, but he needed no such inspiration. More than his next breath, he wanted her climax. Needed it.

  Teeth grazing at her shoulder, he sent all the pleasure he derived from their lovemaking back into her. Her fingers around his shaft tightened, and this time, he could not contain the moan as it slipped past his lips. Her own breathy sigh echoed his as he stroked around and over her, letting his fingers dip only low enough to tease at her entrance before finding her clitoris once more. That treasure would be his soon enough. She wanted his hand—his fingers—and he gave them to her.

  He did not stop until her body went rigid in his arms and a scream tore from her lips, and even then, it was only enough to keep it from being unbearable. He could no more stop touching her than he could stop taking air into his lungs.

  ***

  As soon as her legs had enough power to hold her up, Nickie turned in Zenon’s arms. She hadn’t been kidding. She’d wanted the orgasm to take the edge off, but now, she wanted his cock. In her hand, in her mouth, but mostly, in her pussy.

  “I will not be able to stop from plunging into you if you keep having those thoughts, mate,” he warned, his voice tight even if it was tinged with laughter.

  Leaning back, she turned the water off, before going into his arms again. “It’s what I want, so tell me, why should I stop?” she asked as she swayed, rubbing her body against him. His cock jerked at the small contact.

  Lifting her in his arms, he took her from the shower. The vanity in the bathroom was clean but tiny. It would have been a perfect place to sit while he pounded into her. She sent the image into his mind, then grinned when his steps faltered on the way to the bed.

  “Nickie,” he warned again with that warbly sound that meant his phoenix was near.

  “Zenon,” she growled back, her version much more feminine. She spotted the long mirror across from the bed and sent him a different image. One of her leaning toward it with her legs parted wide, and him filling her from behind.

  His fingers dug into her hip, but he didn’t say a word. For a second, she thought he wouldn’t respond at all, but then he positioned her on her hands and knees on the mattress, facing the mirror. He stroked a hand down her spine and over the curve of her ass. “You’ll be more comfortable this way,” he said, then, positioning himself at her entrance, he held her as he filled her with one long glide.

  Nickie’s back arched as her pussy clamped around his invasion. His gaze met hers in the mirror, then, as though finding something he’d been looking for, he pulled back and thrust inside her again.

  On the third stroke, she pushed back as he drove himself inside her, making them both moan. “Faster,” she demanded. After the emotional highs and lows of the past few days, she needed more. She had to feel him. To be taken. Owned. At the same time, she was staking her claim in return.

  Zenon brought his hand up the back of her neck, holding her in place as he fucked her with long, hard thrusts. She rode the line between pleasure and pain, and all through it, Zenon watched and adjusted his strokes, always giving her the best of what she demanded. Each time he shoved his cock inside her, the head bumped at her cervix as he bottomed out, filling her completely.

  “That’s so good,” she said, pushing back, forcing him to take just a little bit more.

  Pleasure speared through her. She couldn’t catch her breath. Every time he entered her, his cock rubbed against her g-spot, making dots of light dance before her eyes. The muscles in her pussy quivered with each thrust.

  Just when she didn’t think she could take anything else, he adjusted the angle and gave her more. A cry ripped from her lips as pleasure cascaded over her. She was so close. Her nipples ached they were so tight. Reaching under her, she pinched one, then rolled it between her fingers before doing the same to the other. She would have repeated it, but the pleasure was too much.

  Nickie watched in the mirror as Zenon brought his free hand to her hip, then circled her waist. Even before he reached her clit, it was throbbing in anticipation of his touch. With his cock pounding into her and his finger sliding over her clit, she couldn’t stop.

  Her scream tore from her as she exploded. The spasms of her pussy walls around Zenon’s cock sent her flying harder and higher as the muscles clenched and released.

  His answering moan and the repeated jerks of his cock sent another shockwave through her. He stilled, holding her there, his cock buried as deep as he could have it while he came, filling her. Even after he was done, and she had gone boneless, he held her that way for a few moments as though, even then, he couldn’t make himself leave her.

  “I love you, my Nickie,” he said before finally positioning her on the bed and taking her in his arms.

  “I love you, too.” She kissed his chest just above his heart and settled in. “Tomorrow’s going to be another big day. We should get more sleep.”

  Zenon rested a hand on her ass and the other in her hair, holding her close, then sighed and closed his eyes. “Rest well, mate.”

  Chapter 28

  Nickie woke to an empty bed. In fact, the room was empty. Her heart raced. “Zenon?”

  The second she reached for him, their connection was there, strong and bright—and cheerful. She released the breath she’d been holding.

  “I am here, my Nickie,” he said through their link, reassuring her with both his words and their mental touch.

  “Funny, I can’t see you. Are you hiding under the bed?” she asked as she settled back down, too lazy to get up yet. The clock in the night stand read 11:13. She probably should have insisted they get on the road earlier, but when Zenon had woken her with his mouth on her pussy and her orgasm just a breath away, leaving the hotel had been the last thing on her mi
nd. And after another round of much slower, yet equally satisfying, lovemaking, she’d fallen asleep in his arms again.

  “I am not.”

  When keys jingled in the door, she pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness in case the do not disturb sign wasn’t on the handle and the cleaning lady had shown up instead of her mate.

  Zenon walked in, a bright smile on his face.

  “There you are, dimples,” she said, admiring them again. If she had her way, she would see those bad boys a lot more often.

  “I thought you might want breakfast, and I retrieved a few things from the truck,” he said, showing the bags he’d brought in. He placed one on the small desk, then crossed over to her, depositing a sweet kiss on her lips before handing her the other.

  “That was very thoughtful, thank you,” she said, reaching into it and finding a change of clothes. Giving him another quick kiss, headed to the bathroom. “I’ll be right out.”

  By the time she’d had a quick shower and dressed, Zenon sat on the edge of the bed with the cell phone in his hand. He stared at it with his brows drawn at the center.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head and handed it to her. “Nothing, I think? I am not certain.”

  She glanced at the screen and the numerous texts she’d missed.

  Jasmine: Made good time.

  Jasmine: Have a package you want.

  Jasmine: Had a bit of a wreck.

  Jasmine: We’re okay.

  Jasmine: Driving.

  Jasmine: Will send coordinates when we have ‘em.

  Jasmine: Go south. Out.

  Nickie shrugged. “Looks like we’re heading back into the states.”

  “What do you think she meant about the package?” he asked, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed until she managed to grab his hand and stop him.

  “I have no idea. I guess we’ll have to wait until she can call to find out. In the meantime, we should eat and hit the road,” she said.

  She almost wished they could stay holed up in the hotel for a few more days, but neither of them would be happy doing that. Not until Zandar, Zechariah, and the other phoenixes were free would they rest. After what they’d been through, they deserved to find their mates and happiness.

  Zenon smiled as he caught her thoughts.

  “Let’s eat. I’m starving,” she said as she spied the fruit and muffins laid out on the desk. “I thought the free breakfast was over at nine.”

  Zenon shrugged and peeled a banana, handing it to her. “Perhaps. But the lady at the desk was quite generous when I asked for some.”

  Nickie shook her head and laughed. “You showed her your dimples, didn’t you?”

  His grin widened, breaking his secret weapon out. “I may have smiled.”

  “Poor woman probably can’t have children now because of you.”

  His face scrunched for a second, then he threw his head back and laughed. “She was quite old. I am certain her ovaries are fine.”

  “Good. I’d hate to have to beat up an old lady for trying to steal my man. I mean, I would, but I’d hate doing it.”

  Zenon sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. “You forget that I see all the way into your soul. I do not believe it for a second.”

  The cell phone buzzed on the bed where she’d tossed earlier.

  Jasmine: Holy Shit! Jackie’s next!

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  Self-proclaimed tropical princess, Élianne Adams has no idea how she came to be born and live in snowy Ontario, Canada. She has always enjoyed curling up with a good book and a warm blanket. Even before she really knew what love was, she dreamed of writing her own happily ever after stories. It wasn’t until her very own hero encouraged her to follow her lifelong dream that she began putting the words begging to be told onto the page. When she isn’t reading or writing, Élianne can be found spending time with her husband, three children and pets.