Page 46 of Dark Shaman: Eternal Hope
Eluheed didn't do anything halfheartedly.
Instead, Tamira sighed, lacing her fingers into his hair and letting her legs fall wider in an unabashed welcome.
He teased first, light strokes of his tongue that woke every nerve, and then settled into the pressure and rhythm that took her apart. She lifted, seeking more, and he gave it, eagerly, as if her pleasure was what he lived for.
"So good," she breathed, and felt his answer in the increased insistence of his mouth.
He slipped his fingers inside her, curling just right, and she tipped into sensation with a sound she swallowed in the curve of her arm. The release shook her, rolling through in waves that eased and then surged again when he didn't let up. She rode his mouth until the edge softened, and she let out a long, shaky exhale.
When he came up smiling, mouth slick and eyes bright, she tugged him up by the hair and kissed him long.
"I want you inside of me," she commanded.
"Yes, my lady." He slid into her in one smooth stroke that made both of them groan. He filled her completely, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him there and loving his weight on top of her.
He started slow and deep, and she met him easily, rolling her hips to keep the angle, to drive him into that sensitive spot inside her sheath that made her see stars.
"Look at me," she whispered, because seeing his eyes when he was inside her was a privilege she never wanted to squander.
He lifted his head at once, his breath catching and his gaze locking with hers, and then he pushed deeper, and her body clenched around him in welcome.
Tamira climbed again, faster than she had expected. The lingering sensitivity from his mouth and tongue, layered with the thick, steady friction, gathered heat quickly. She pressed her heels into his solid buttocks, slid her hands down to grip his hips, and urged him harder. He answered, still in control but close to losing the battle with his need to climax. The strain in his neck, the way his breath shortened and turned ragged, spoke of the unbearable pressure that was about to erupt.
She timed her movements to meet him in a series of quick thrusts that tumbled them into a shared inferno. She came first, biting back a cry. He followed with a rough groan against her neck, his hips stuttering, and the hot rush inside her made her shiver with a second, smaller after-climax that left her boneless.
He stayed inside her, breathing hard.
She smoothed his hair back and kissed his cheek, the tender act an instinct she didn't examine. He nuzzled her palm and turned his head to kiss it.
When he slipped out, she made a small sound of protest and then laughed at herself. He laughed with her, the kind of hushed, delighted sound that felt like sunlight through leaves.
Eluheed fetched a cloth from the bathroom and returned to clean her with infinite care. She drew him down and did the same for him, trailing the cloth lazily over warm skin until the lazy became intent and he caught her wrist, playful warning in his eyes.
"We need to sleep sometimes," he murmured.
"Sleep is highly overrated," she teased, feeling way too energized to just surrender to slumber. "Besides, it's almost time for breakfast, and I'm hungry."
"Of course you are." He got out of bed and returned with a tray of cheese and grapes that they'd brought from the dining room. "We can't have you starving for a whole hour until breakfast."
They nibbled on the cheese and popped the succulent grapes into their mouths, and as juice ran down his wrist, she licked it clean. He went still, pupils widening, and she grinned, pleased by how easy it was to undo him.
"Tell me," he said quietly as he offered her another succulent grape. "If Areana names security features you've never heard of, what will you do?"
"I'll admit that I'm clueless and ask her to show me," she whispered back without missing a beat. "That would be perfect because I'll get to see how to disarm it."
He shook his head. "You are dangerous."
"Not really, but I'm learning to be." She put the tray on the nightstand and turned to pull him into her arms. "We should wash up, get dressed, and head out to the dining room."
19
CAROL
Carol surveyed the penthouse dining room one last time, checking that everything was in place for the first real training session of her spy team. The cameras were positioned at multiple angles, notebooks and pens laid out at each seat, and she'd even set up a small area near the windows with various props—hats, scarves, different styles of glasses, things they'd use later when Eva arrived.
When the doorbell rang at precisely nine in the morning, she opened it to find all five women standing there once more, looking ready for battle.
"Morning, ladies. Ready for today's lesson?"
