Page 43 of Zane

Closing his mouth over hers, he kissed her, gently at first, his tongue parting her lips so that he could sip from her.

Reaching between them, he guided himself to her opening, nudging in, forcing himself to go slow. He felt when she tensed for the invasion and hesitated briefly. Deepening the kiss, he lifted his hips slightly and drove into her.

Her body lifted, fingers digging into his chest and then his shoulders. Swallowing her cry of pain, he waited for her to adjust to him before moving. With his heart pounding like a jackhammer, he increased the pace.

She was wrapped around him like warm, wet velvet. The sensation, her incredible tightness, was too much.

It was exquisitely beautiful, he thought dazedly. Almost reverent, and he knew that as long as he lived, he could never get enough of her. Gentling the kiss, he started thrusting steadily, increasing the pace as she reached desperately for what he was trying to give her.

When the release came again, she felt the shattering of her insides, the quivering of her body as she was swept along a sea that was forever cresting. Tears leaked from her eyes and were sipped by him as they ran down her cheeks and into her mouth.

He went under with her. His long, lean body simply shattered, the climax powerful, intense, and devastatingly draining. It shook him to the very soul and had him gasping out her name. When he was finally emptied, he cradled her against him, body still shuddering, mind still a blur of lights that threatened to scorch his eyes.

"No." She held on when he tried to move.

"I'm crushing you." His voice was hoarse, he realized with surprise. "Let me-"

"No." To ensure he did as she demanded, she caged him in, not only with her hands wrapped around his neck, but with her legs as well. He was still snuggled deep inside her, the warmth of her soothing him.

"I'm heavy." Shifting slightly, he turned to the side, bringing her with him, his hands cradling her. "There. Much better."

She was lying half on his chest and still intimately joined to him. He loved the feel of her against him and would gladly stay this way forever.

"That was... illuminating."

He tipped his head down to stare at her quizzically.

"Illuminating?"

"An eye-opener," she explained.

"I get the meaning, but the context escapes me."

Poking a long finger out, she trailed it through the dusting of dark hairs on his chest. "It had my eyes popping wide open. Literally."

His laughter rumbled against her chest.

"Very clever phrasing."

She nodded. "I feel different."

"Good different?" He was getting hot and hard again and was wondering if she would be alarmed to discover that he needed her again. This was also something new to him. He had never wanted a woman so much in his life. It was disconcerting, to say the least.

"Absolutely." Her eyes popped wide open and flew to his.

"Something wrong?" he asked with arched brows.

"You- It's-" Words failed her as she felt him move inside her.

"That's how affected I am by you." Flipping her over, he brushed his lips on hers. "I hope you don't mind."

Her assent was lost inside his mouth.

Chapter 11

Dawn was streaking the sky when he finally allowed her to fall into an exhausted slumber. Four times was a record even for him. He was so energized, so hooked. It felt as if he was on drugs. Her skin, the taste of her, the texture, and the scent filled him to overflowing. He could make love to her for days, months, years, and never ever get enough.

He lingered over her tirelessly, using his mouth to sip, savor, and satisfy his raging hunger. The intense pull of desire had him shaken. He introduced her to intimacies that had her calling out his name and begging for release. He drew it out, deliberately. He wanted her whimpering, writhing beneath him.