Urging her thighs further apart, he slid his fingers deep into her. Again and again, came the probing of his fingers, the pleasure coming pure and explosive. She breathed in deep soul-drenching drafts.
He kissed her, parting her lips, and setting her nerves ablaze with a slow search for her tongue. Rachel’s hands crept around his neck, her breath labored, her body turning light and hot. When he dragged his mouth from hers, she kept her arms around him, her head spinning.
“You are ready for me,” he said against her mouth. “So moist and hot and silky.”
“Yes, yes.” Rachel gasped in sweet agony, not wanting him to stop.
He rolled on top of her, separating her thighs with deliberate pressure of his own. He continued to stroke her with his fingers, and Rachel thought she’d spiral off the ends of the earth.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, saw the unleashed power of his manhood.
Suddenly, guilt rocked through her for she had not been honest with Lucas…about her role as the Saint.There must be no more secrets between us…reverberated through her mind.
“Lucas…I must tell you—”
“The Saint will be no more,” he commanded.
He thrust himself into her body, filling her completely. A sharp, unexpected pain slashed through her. Rachel cried out…shoved against his shoulders.
“Rachel!” His face was taut with emotion.
The pain vanished, and she didn’t want him to stop the lush, exquisite feelings flowing uncontrolled. She moved beneath him then, adjusting her body to his, welcoming him into hers, melting against him, and the world filled with him. To have more of him. She gasped with pleasure. She wriggled. He fit well. Very well.
He grabbed her shoulders to still her movement beneath him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a—”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter!”
“Lucas.” She took his face in her hands. “I can’t explain…why are you angry with me?”
“I’m not angry with you.” He almost shouted, and because she squirmed beneath him, he moved against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, offering him her parted lips, matching the erotic rhythm as he moved inside her, tenderly drawing upward and thrusting deeper and deeper. Rachel responded with each demanding stroke of his body. Passion radiated from the core of her being until he freed her in a bursting of sensations, flooding her with hot pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him as Lucas made one final thrust, his body jerking convulsively again and again as his warmth spilled into her.
Rachel felt Lucas move onto his side, carrying her with him. Her breath came in long surrendering moans and her eyes unsteadily opened and focused on the patterns of light dancing on the wall and ceiling from the flickering flames of the fire. A log crashed in the fireplace, sputtering and sparking.
She reached up, outlining his chest with her fingertips then raised her head and nipped at his nipples. He groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her in place. He stared at her with startling intensity, his blue eyes darkening and penetrating, his wide, muscular shoulders filling the entire scope of her vision.
A look passed between them more eloquent than words. “I need you, Rachel.” He lowered his head with a slow demanding kiss. “I want you.”
He kissed her thoroughly again and she felt his manhood hardening more, if it were possible, toying against her triangle of springy curls. She whimpered and moved her hips in response.
“Are you able to do that again?”
“If I can’t get your notion of saving the world out of that lovely head of yours, then I’ll have to resort to other measures.”
He nudged his knees between her thighs and hovering above her, his gaze bored into hers. “I love you. You are mine forever, Rachel.”
Her breath caught. He had said three powerful words and there was no going back from them. Shattering tenderness swept through her. Heart pounding, she lifted her hips, welcoming each driving thrust, her woman’s body reacting to the indescribable, splintering feeling that built with pulsing leaps deep in her womb.
With aching affection, she held his face with her hands. “I am yours, Lucas I love you with all my heart.”
His hands were everywhere, his manhood, engorged and molding her to him with steady thrusts. Her impatience grew to explosive proportions, his expert touch hurling her over the brim to higher and higher levels of ecstasy.
“Lucas!” Rachel shattered into a million glowing stars. She arched against him receiving the last of his liquid warmth and filling her with sweet agony.
They lay entwined as lovers, drifting off to sleep, and then making love again…and again. The musk and scent of his body filled her nostrils and she floated in languid contentment. It was all a dream, a beautiful, wonderful fairytale…and that’s all it could ever be.
