Page 92 of The Reveal
“Why are you holding back?” I manage to ask him, though it feels like work to speak. To form words and let them out.
“Because I want everything,” he tells me, his voice so intense that a bolt ofsomethingmoves through me, cold and hot at once.
Once again, being with this man is an education. Things I didn’t know my body could do. Things I would have said couldn’t possibly feel good. It can and they do, and he never has the slightest doubt.
I think to myself what a marvel it is to be with someone who knows bodiesthis well. Who knows exactly where to stroke and when to press. When to be slow and when to go hard and fast. Someone who has done everything, and well, and at a volume so high it’s dizzying to contemplate.
Even if, at a conservative estimate, he had one lover a year. Or even every ten years.
Thinking of all the bodies he must have touched and tasted, tempted and torn apart, sends me off into another orgasm so hard and so long that I almost think it might kill me.
That maybe it does.
The rain is beating against the windowpanes. Inside, the room stays shadowy and cool, but I am the inferno he’s made me. Every time he does something new, I let off enough heat to ward off the coming winter.
I don’t know how many lifetimes come and go before I find him rolling me over once more. I can still feel the pulse of that last orgasm throbbing in my earlobes. The tip of my tongue. My eyelids.
Ariel gathers me to him and pulls me over his lap once more, my back to his chest. He settles me, and I feel the press of his cock against my back, hot now because he’s been inside me.
Then he lifts me high and lowers me to thrust in deep once more.
I let out a groan. My head falls back of its own accord. He has one arm around my abdomen, holding me in place, and once again I think that if this was anyone else or any other scenario, this would be nothing but awkward.
With him, however, I am boneless. It’s the easiest thing in the world to simply tip myself back into his arms and shift to get as much of his cock inside me as possible.
Because the moment he moves, it doesn’t matter what position I’m in.
All there is here, in this room and across our ruined little world, is our own wildfire. The one we keep fueling and building until it blazes up to the sky.
This time, he moves differently. I feel his mouth on my neck.
“You need my blood?” I ask. I don’t even know where the question comes from. My voice doesn’t sound like mine, it’s so hoarse and rough. “You can have it.”
“I accept your invitation,” he says, and it’s that formal language that shivers through me, a key into a lock.
I whisper his name, not certain if it’s a curse or a prayer.
“I do notneedyour blood, little seer.” His voice is a low murmur against the skin of my neck. He’s on the other side from last night, and when I raise a boneless hand to feel my scar, it’s gone. “But I will take it. And I will give you some of mine in return.”
“Do I need it?” I ask. Not that it matters, because I want it.
I can already taste it, rich on my tongue.
“Oracles are meant to interpret signs the deities put out, not to speak with them directly. Oracles are mostly human. Very breakable, in other words.”
Ariel licks my neck, his cock still so enormous and hard inside of me. I can feel another orgasm lurking, curling toward me, and when the hand on my abdomen moves lower and presses there, just at the top of my pussy, it takes everything I have to hold it off.
I don’t even know why I try.
“I don’t want to be a vampire,” I tell him.
“I don’t want you to be a vampire,” he replies, as if what I said is amusing. “But I need you a little less breakable, Winter. I healed you. Now I want you tougher.”
“So I can tell you things I see in visions.”
I’m just saying stuff. It’s hard to really think beyond his fingers playing with my clit, that hard and heavy cock like marble so deep inside of me, and his mouth on my neck.
He grips my chin with his free hand and swivels my face until I’m looking straight at him.
