Chapter 39

We placed the baskets of food on the small table next to the low wooden bed and turned to regard each other. Electricity sparked between us in the close confines of the small room and my cock stirred at the heat in Ziola's eyes. Stepping closer, I gripped her shoulders and drew her slender body to mine. I leaned down and nuzzled the thin skin below her ear, inhaling her vanilla and lavender scent. Sighing softly, she reached up to wrap her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me.

I pulled back to gaze at her flushed face, large green eyes glazed with desire and lips parted. With a quick tug, I pulled the clasp from her hair and released it to spill in a fiery wave over her shoulders. I rolled a silken lock between my fingers before carefully tucking it behind her ear. She was beautiful, brave, and clever, and I wanted to claim her as mine.

"I know we need to get this last answer from the Eye, but I …" Ziola started, but trailed off.

I gave a low laugh. "The Eye can wait a little longer." All I could think of was her lying naked beneath me, crying my name. My tongue traced her jawline, and I felt a slight tremor race through her. My lips grazed her ear, then nipped at it. "But I don't want to wait any longer for you," I murmured.

My lips found hers, hot and demanding, and she moaned into my mouth. She gasped when I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth before running her hands up into my hair. Gods, I loved when she touched me like that, reminding me of the time she had stroked my fur.

Ziola's tongue danced with mine, and my hands skimmed down her back, tracing every curve until I reached her toned, firm ass and squeezed. Growling with pleasure, I ground against her, needing to feel every inch of her body. I broke from the kiss and nibbled at her neck, earning her soft mew of pleasure.

As I licked and scraped my teeth down her neck, my hand found the hem of her tunic and slid it up to expose the bare skin of her back. Ziola shivered beneath my touch and jumped, supple and graceful as a wildcat, to wrap her legs around my hips. She rubbed against my growing erection, and molten lava jolted through my veins.

I carried her to the bed, my lips finding hers once more as I pushed her down on the thin mattress. The bed dipped beneath us, and her wine-red hair fanned out across the pillow. She was like a woodland sprite, tempting me beyond all reason. I continued to plunder her mouth while my hands explored her body, delighting in each soft curve. With deliberate slowness, I inched my hand under her tunic to feather my fingers across the lower curve of her breast.

Ziola moaned, then sat up and yanked off her top, baring her lovely breasts to my avid gaze. They were small and exquisite, fitting my hands perfectly as if made expressly for me. With a sigh, I trailed my fingers over them and circled the tips with my thumbs, watching as they hardened to rosy pebbles. Lowering my head, I took one into my mouth and sucked, tasting the sweetness of her skin. I flicked the nipple with my tongue, and she arched into me, fingers digging into my shoulders.

The raw need of her response set my blood on fire, and I had to rein in my desire to just rip off her leggings and drive myself into her. I switched my attention to her other breast and suckled deeply.

"Remy," she whispered and began tugging at the buttons on my shirt.

I leaned back to pull it off and closed my eyes as she ran her hands over my pecs. Suddenly desperate to have nothing between us, I lifted her hips and slid down her leggings, tossing them to the floor. My trousers followed, freeing my straining erection. She wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly and sending waves of pleasure spiraling through my body.

"Not yet," I murmured, returning to her breasts before raining light kisses down her stomach. I wanted to savor every bit of her. Nudging her legs apart, I cupped her swollen mound and teased her slit with my thumb. She writhed and I delighted in the noise she made as I circled the tiny nub at the top of her thighs.

Unable to resist the intoxicating scent of her arousal any longer, I dived between her folds to taste her. Her hips bucked as I lapped at the honey between her thighs, drinking in her essence. The taste of her nearly had me losing control and spilling my seed all over the bed. I wasn't sure I had ever wanted anyone so badly.

The sounds she was making - soft whimpers and choked cries - made the beast inside me roar with possession, and a low growl of satisfaction rumbled in my throat. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging me closer as her back arched off the bed. She was close, so close, and I increased the pressure of my mouth against her. I slid a finger inside her warmth, feeling the velvety walls clench around it as I curled it to stroke her from within.

"Oh, gods," she gasped as I slipped a second finger inside her. And then she shattered beneath me, her cries echoing around the room as her body convulsed and spasmed. I imbibed her, exalting in the taste and feel of her climax. It was intoxicating, like the finest whiskey, and it left me craving more.

"I need you," she panted, pulling me up to meet her gaze once more, her eyes blazing with desire. "Now."

I moaned at the demand in her voice, my own need surging forward with renewed vigor. She was wet and ready for me, but I wouldn't rush this. I wanted to draw out her pleasure as long as I could, turning this into a passionate adventure that she'd never forget, no matter what happened with the Eye.

Kissing my way back up her body, I took my time re-exploring any inch or crevice I might have missed on my way down. Ziola's flushed skin glowed in the candlelight, and her breath hitched each time my lips made contact. She writhed beneath me, her hands gripping my hair as I continued my journey up. When I finally reached her mouth again, I claimed it with a fervor that made her gasp.

I positioned myself between her spread legs and gazed into her eyes as I slowly entered her. Her eyes were wide and full of anticipation, her lips parting as she felt me stretch her. I watched her expression change as rapture started building once more within her.

"Oh, Remy," she moaned, wrapping her legs around me while I filled her inch by exquisite inch. As I slid deeper, her body tightened around me, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as I tried to control my senses. The caress of her moist, warm flesh surrounding me was even better than I had imagined. And I had a damn good imagination. This was an intimate act of possession that left me reeling with the raw, primal power of it.

"Ziola." I breathed her name like a prayer, sinking my full length into her, drowning in the bewitching scent and feel of her. She gripped my shoulders, nails biting into my skin as she thrummed beneath me, adjusting to my size. The heat of our bodies melded together was like nothing else in this world or any other.

Moving slowly at first, I began a gentle rhythm that matched her soft, panting breaths. Her body rocked with mine, meeting every thrust with an upward push of her hips. The connection was electrifying and with each thrust I drove deeper, my body responding to her reactions. Every sound she made was a symphony; each moan and whimper inflamed my desire until I thought I would combust.

"More," she pleaded, shifting her hips to give me greater access.

With a growl, I pulled out, rolled her onto her stomach, and lifted her hips up off the bed. I pushed back into her from behind, able to reach even deeper. Her gasp of pleasure was sharp and sweet, and my body throbbed in response. The sight of her long, red hair spread across the pillow and her glorious ass rising to meet my every stroke was so alluring, I thought I might lose my mind.

Her cries grew louder, and I knew she teetered on the edge once more. She quivered beneath me, and I curled my body over her, reaching one hand between her legs. I brushed my fingers against her velvet softness, finding the little bud of pleasure. As soon as I touched her, she screamed out, a sound of ecstasy that left me breathless.

"Remy," she cried again, her voice breaking with passion. Then she was coming apart under me, unraveling in a torrent of frenzied bliss, her inner muscles clenching around me in violent spasms. I held still deep inside her convulsing body and nuzzled her neck, nipping at the tender skin there.

When her trembling slowed, I gently turned her back over and once again slotted my still hard cock to her entrance.

"Oh, gods," she breathed, and wrapped her arms around my neck. "You are destroying me."

"I believe I promised that you would be hoarse from screaming my name," I murmured with a wicked grin. "I think you have at least one more in you."

She giggled and stroked my cheek. "I just might."

And I slid back into her with one long, smooth stroke.

When Ziola called my name and came a third time, the sensation was so incredible it triggered my own climax. Her name echoed on my lips as I trembled with release, my body shuddering in time with hers, riding the waves of ecstasy. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Her ragged breathing ruffled my hair and her heart thudded against my chest as if trying to escape.

Her body was still trembling when the final pulses of pleasure subsided. With an effort, I rolled to the side, pulling her close. She snuggled into the crook of my arm, her hair spread out over my chest like a fiery halo. Time stretched as we lay entwined, and I traced lazy patterns on her skin with my fingertips. If only I could have used the Eye to freeze these moments, I would have willingly endured its torments again and again.