Page 69 of Vicar
Chapter Twenty-Seven
TRINITY HAD ENJOYEDsex before, with Vicar himself even, but nothing could have prepared her for what it felt like to actually make love. To give herself over heart and soul to another via flesh. Because that was the best way to describe it.
She lost herself in Vicar.
In his warmth and vitality. His strength and passion. In not just the way he touched her and felt inside her, but in the way he looked at her. How his every thought was of her and how he could make her feel. It was selfless and giving every step of the way. And in return, she did the same. Wanted to show him,givehim, all of what she felt for him.
So she did.
Theydid.
Again and again.
She climaxed time after time, but it was more of a wash-through-the-body sensation that set her up for something bigger. Always something bigger even when she shook in his arms and wept because the pleasure was so intense. Even when she couldn’t catch her breath and her body locked up tightly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he ground out between passionate kisses. The kind of kisses that made her toes curl almost as much as the orgasms did. “I can’t get enough...”
She understood what he meant when he trailed off on a groan. They felt endless sensation but were held back by their wary other halves. Sides that refused to acknowledge they were falling in love yet were just as eager to find the crescendo they were heading for. A towering summit that would show them something they had never seen before. Never felt before.
Hours went by. Loving, perfect hours she wanted to feel for the rest of her life before she ended up straddling him. She didn’t take charge. Not entirely. Rather, they shared the control. She rode him slowly, relishing every moment, but he held her butt and steered too. Took from her what he needed.
There was something in that. Something made of both sides of him, the give and take, that allowed her other half to surface just enough. That allowed his other side to surface just enough.
“It’s all of us,” she said hoarsely, riding him harder. “All four trying to...”
She trailed off, trying to find the right words. What they were searching for.
“We’re,they’re, searching for us,” he managed, squeezing her ass so tightly now it bordered on pain. Really, really good pain. “They’re finding a common ground. Common...”
He trailed off on a long, low groan when she braced her palms on the upper corners of his chest tattoo and ground her hips so low that her belly brushed the lower point. When she did, a new kind of pleasure rolled through her.
Not pain or pleasure but sharp exquisite euphoria.
His skin shimmered a deep crimson with his inner dragon and hers, amber, reflecting her inner beast. She dug her nails in deep, and he thrust up hard as whatever it was, finally took them screaming over the edge. It would be a disservice to merely call it an orgasm. It was pleasure at its most supreme. Its most unsurpassable. It blasted through her and tore through him before both let go, and she clamped down hard on him.
So hard that she saw flaming, fiery red.
