Willing Sacrifice
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Grace had just had the first orgasm she could ever remember, but seeing him look at her like that—like she was the answer to his prayers—made need rise in her again.
She moved her hips, experimenting with the feel of his slick skin on hers. Every few strokes her clit would slide against him just right, making her whole body clench and shiver.
Torr groaned, and a rush of feminine power swept through her. Before she was done here, she was going to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.
She leaned down, covering his body with hers. The brush of her nipples against his hard chest sent a riot of sensation cascading along her spine.
His groan deepened, and his fingers tightened around her hips. A strand of restraint vibrated through him, taunting her to find a way to make it snap. Just the thought of Torr completely unrestrained with her was enough to make the wetness between them thicken.
She kissed his mouth. His erection pulsed against her, hitting her clit. She sucked in a breath that tasted like him, and then suddenly had a remnant of memory flash in her mind.
His mouth on hers. Him breathing for her.
The feeling was gone so fast she wasn’t sure if it had been real or something she’d imagined. And when his tongue swept in to tease hers, all she could think about was finding a way to get more of him.
He was right there, hot and hard between her thighs. All she had to do was shift her hips, lift up and take him inside.
She was more than ready for it.
Grace broke the kiss and sat up. The image of the tree on his chest seemed to sway madly with his rapid breathing. She gripped him in her fist, holding his gaze while she centered his erection.
She couldn’t remember having ever done this before, but her instincts guided her, urging her onward.
She eased down. The pressure of his broad tip made lightning dance in her veins. He was slick, hot and so incredibly smooth that it didn’t take long before her tissues parted and let him in.
Her breath caught in her chest. An aching stretch strung her taut. She already felt consumed and she’d barely accepted any of him. She truly wasn’t sure how she was going to take more.
Torr must have sensed her hesitation. He sat up and cradled her in his arms, dropping soft kisses over her cheeks and eyelids.
“I’ll wait as long as you need, honey. And if you want to stop”—his words cut off in a strained, choking sound—“then that’s what we’ll do.”
“No stopping now,” she said, easing down to take another inch of him.
His breath came out in a long hiss of pleasure. He took her mouth with his, staking a claim without a single word. There was a kind of fevered franticness to his mouth, his hands, as if he had to gather as much of her as he could before she slipped away.
Grace wasn’t going anywhere. Not now, not when he surrounded her and filled her so completely.
She started moving, lifting and lowering herself in small increments. Each sweet glide of skin on skin was better than the last, pushing her back toward that glittering place where she’d been ripped apart and re-formed.
The stretching pressure of him filling her was her whole world. Her body kept surprising her with its hungry need, its ability to accept more than she would have thought possible. It wasn’t just his physical presence in her body, but also the shimmering pleasure he gave her with each stroke of his hand, each hot, wet kiss.
He seemed to know just where to touch her to make her need more. He never pushed or hurried her, but the glide of his mouth on her neck made her want, and the gentle tug on her nipples made her hunger.
Finally, when they were joined as deeply as possible, he went still and simply looked at her. Some kind of declaration burned in his amber eyes, but he said nothing. Instead, he stroked her face with the tips of his fingers, touching her as though she were the most precious thing he’d ever beheld.
Her body burned, but it was her heart that she felt most in that moment. It seemed to expand and swell, as if it had been waiting for him to fill a void she hadn’t even realized she had. When he looked at her like this, she felt strangely complete.
“I’m going to love you now,” he told her. “I can’t wait any longer.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant until he started to move. His powerful body flexed, lifting her up. The clinging glide of her skin on his made her nerve endings sing. The feeling of emptiness barely registered before he slid back home again.
Grace clung to his shoulders, holding on while he moved her. Each stroke tightened her belly and wound her up until she couldn’t think of anything but pure sensation.
Sweat coated their skin, allowing her nipples to slide over his chest. The added sensation was too much for her to hold.
She opened her mouth to warn him that she couldn’t take any more, but all that came out was a breathless cry as her body exploded. One wave of pleasure crashed into the next until all that was left were demanding ripples that squeezed the last of her energy from her body.
Torr’s muscles bunched, clenching hard. His voice came out in a strangled roar, and she felt his erection swell and pulse inside her as his semen erupted from him.
He collapsed back onto the ground, bringing her down with him to cover his body. His heart hammered under her ear. His arms tightened around her as if he was afraid she’d run away.
Not likely.
Even if her legs could support her weight—which she knew they wouldn’t—there wasn’t a single place she wanted to be more than where she was right now.
When their breathing evened out, he rolled her beneath him and brushed her hair away from her sweaty brow. “You okay?”
“Never better.”
“I got a little carried away.”
“I loved every second of it.”
His erection was relaxing inside her, but she felt it twitch with interest. “That’s good, because I have every intention of doing it again. Soon.”
She didn’t think it would be possible for her to want more. She already felt boneless, weak and completely sated. Still, her body knew a good thing when it heard one, and a little rush of excitement flooded her. “Now works for me.”
He flashed her a breathtaking smile as he eased from her body. “I’m going to feed you first.”
“With what? I saw you drop all our food.”
He pushed to his feet, putting his gorgeous body on gleaming display. For as long as she lived, she would never forget how he looked now, with only the faintest glow of sunset painting his nude body. “Don’t worry. I’ve been hunting longer than you’ve been alive. I’ll find us something.”