Christine Warren - Huntress

She watched him for a long moment, her flame-colored eyes so filled with heat that he swore he could feel it against his skin. Then her reddened, swollen lips curved into a smile as old as Eve and she freed one hand to reach for his glasses.

“Let’s just set these out of the way, shall we? We wouldn’t want anything to happen to them,” she said, tugging the frames from his face, carefully folding the arms over each other, and stretching to put them beside the salt dish at the far edge of the circle. Then she leaned back into him and dragged her teeth along the edge of his jaw in a way that made his eyes roll back into his head. “If you have any trouble seeing something, I want you to feel free to lean in real close.”

With a desperate laugh, Aaron gripped her tightly and flipped to reverse their positions. When he had her pinned beneath him, he reached back to grip her knees and lift them high along his rib cage.

“Close, hm?” he growled, reaching between them to grasp his erection and position the head against her weeping entrance. “Let me get a little bit closer and you can let me know if it’s too much.”

She laughed up at him, her face gorgeous and mysterious and expectant in the wavering light of the candles. Perspiration glistened on her skin as she spread her arms wide in welcome and tightened her legs against his sides. He could feel her body thrumming with expectation, wondered if she could possibly want this as much as he did.

“Come on then,” she urged, beckoning him forward. “I promise to let you know if it becomes too much.”

Taking her at her word, Aaron fixed her gaze on his, drew a breath and thrust hard inside her.

Lilli bent beneath him like a bow, a look of exultation dawning on her features, her eyes going dark and hazy with pleasure.

“Too much?” he panted, bracing his hands on the blanket on either side of her and struggling not to pound into her over and over like a barbarian intent on plunder. But he wanted to plunder. God, he wanted it more than he wanted his next breath.

She shook her head, her dark hair spilling in tangled waves around her. It framed her face like an ebony halo, and Aaron wanted to tangle his fingers in it and use it to hold her still while he sated himself within her.

“More,” she gasped, her voice so low and choked that he had to lean close to hear her. “Please. More.”

He was happy to oblige.

With a grunt, he shifted and seated himself more deeply inside her. Her breath rushed out in a sound of urgent pleasure that acted like spurs to his flanks. Bracing his knees against the floor, he grasped her hips and lifted them off the ground. He pulled her with him as he leaned back until he held her lower body almost in his lap, making his penetration almost terrifyingly deep within her.

Lilli offered not a sound of protest. The only sounds tumbling from her lips were moans and cries and whimpers of pleasure. When he began a deep, steady thrusting rhythm, she moved with him, letting her legs fall to the side, her feet bracing against the floor to give her even greater leverage to meet his thrusts. Her upper body arched off the blanket, her head thrown back. To Aaron, she looked like a pale, perfect altar, soft and sacred. He could have worshipped her forever.

She clearly had other ideas.

He had settled into a rhythm designed to give them each the maximum amount of pleasure without the risk of ending things too soon. He wanted to savor the tight warmth of her wrapped around him, the feel of her body beneath his hands, the sight of her blind and quivering with pleasure. He wanted to take hours, days, weeks, to enjoy her, and he might have come close if she hadn’t slowly and deliberately tightened her muscles around him like a fist so that every thrust felt like a direct assault on his most sensitive nerve endings.

God, she was going to kill him.

He could have cared less.

Determined to torture her as thoroughly as she tortured him, Aaron leaned forward again, changing the angle of his penetration until the length of his shaft rubbed against her swollen clitoris on every hard stroke. Within seconds, he had her writhing. A minute after that he heard her breath strangle in her chest and felt her orgasm swallow her like a giant black hole, leaving nothing behind but waves of pulsing pleasure.

Her face in that moment became the most breathtaking thing Aaron had ever seen. Her eyes stared up at him, unfocused and unseeing, the pupils almost swallowing the rings of copper fire that surrounded them. Her mouth fell open on a silent cry of awe. She looked as if she beheld the face of eternity and the beauty of it reflected itself in her expression.

Aaron felt his heart clench and knew himself to be lost. Love at first sight? He wondered, but only for a moment, because in the next instant the pleasure dragged him under, leaving him limp and dazed and thoroughly in love in the center of a magical circle.

Dear God , Lilli thought as she lay still and breathless beneath Aaron’s equally limp form. How could this have happened? How could she have fallen in love with a man she’d known for less than a single day? Less than a single night! This wasn’t supposed to be possible. It had been bad enough when she’d known that if things didn’t go well with Samael, she would never get a chance to find out what might be between them.

Now she knew, and it was so much worse.

“Lilli?”

She lifted a hand as far as the back of his head, which took about all the strength she could muster, and sifted her fingers through his damp, shaggy hair. “Mmm?”

“I don’t suppose you’d like to grab a cup of coffee with me sometime. Maybe have dinner?”

In spite of the gloom that threatened to overwhelm her, Lilli felt herself smiling at his goofy charm. “Are you asking me on a date?”

She felt him nod against her chest and press a kiss to the breast that cushioned his head. “I hope you don’t think it’s too pushy of me, but I think you’re really attractive and easy to talk to and I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better. What do you think?”

Lilli tilted her head down and kissed his cheek, then rubbed her own against the sandpaper stubble she found there. “I think that you should ask me that question again in the morning.”

Planting his elbows on the floor, Aaron levered his shoulders off of her torso and grinned down at her. “It’s a deal.”

When he leaned down to kiss her, Lilli answered him eagerly, savoring one last taste of him before he rolled to the side and let out a long, low whistle.

“Was that for me?” she joked, pushing herself into a sitting position and looking around for her discarded clothes.

“The sentiment is the same, but no.” He pointed toward the ceiling. “It was for that.”

Lilli followed his gesture up, but all she could see was a collection of shadows above them. The light from the candles blinded her to the rest of the room. “For what? I don’t see anything.”

Aaron laughed. “Wow, you really are energy blind. That is the biggest, thickest cloud of hot pink energy I have ever seen in my entire life. It’s got to be the size of a Volkswagen. You must at least be able to feel it.”

Grateful to discover that Aaron’s disappearing act with their clothes had been more like a teleportation act, Lilli shrugged and dragged on her dusty BDUs. “Sort of, I guess. I couldn’t tell you where it was or name the color or size or anything, but I can tell that the air in here feels … thicker somehow.” She pulled her shirt back over her head, covering up the gooseflesh that had risen on both of her arms. “I know there’s more energy in here than there was before, which was at least part of the point. Let’s hope it’s enough.”