Spirit Bound - Christine Feehan [153]
His mouth blazed a trail over her face, down her chin to her throat. He lifted her right out of the bathtub, uncaring of the water dripping onto the floor.
Judith’s breath caught in her throat. “I’m no little pixie like Lexi or Airiana, Thomas. I’m tall, so I’m not a lightweight. You’ll hurt yourself.”
He kissed his way around to her neck, his teeth nipping, and his tongue dancing over her all that soft, enticing skin. “I want to eat you up, Judith.”
“Your arm,” she hissed, pulling back.
“Fuck my arm. Who gives a damn about my arm? Right now, I need one thing.” He caught her leg and wrapped it around him. “I need to be inside you right now. Put your legs around my waist.”
His voice had gone hoarse, the urgency in him catching him unawares. He didn’t need. Not like this. Not as if his very life depended on it, yet he couldn’t stop his hands from gripping her thighs, fingers digging deep as he raised her up. She hooked her ankles around his back. If he felt his arm protesting, it seriously didn’t register. The only thing that mattered was this woman, being inside her body, joining them, skin to skin, heart to heart. He needed her melting into him, surrounding him with her scorching heat.
Whatever soul he had left was hers. His heart pounded in his ears. Blood roared, the thunder loud in his mind. Save me, angel. Give yourself to me.
He couldn’t stand that he’d put her in danger, that he’d been the one she followed into hell, opening the way for a man like Ivanov to get to her. And there would be another and another after that. What right did he have to bring her into his world of shadows and death?
I’m so in love with you, Thomas. It doesn’t matter. None of that matters. Just this. Just us. Love me. Show me you love me.
Judith placed both hands on his shoulders, rising over him, pressing her center down until the head of his heavy erection was tasting the hot slick honey pouring from her body in welcome.
Her soft voice filled his mind, slipping inside every shadow, erasing every doubt, driving him beyond sanity. He didn’t wait. Didn’t give her any time for adjustment. Lifting her in strong arms and slamming her over him, driving upward as he drove her down to seat her fully on him. Her body was tight and hot, all those silken folds strangling him with exquisite pleasure, giving way for his fierce invasion.
She cried out and threw her head back, twining her fingers together behind his neck for support. Her breasts swayed, her stomach muscles bunching and rippling as she began a furious ride under the demand of his hands. Heat blazed through him, seared him, righted him. The terrible fear tearing at him began to ease with every jackhammer surge. He drove into her hard and fast, needing the flames rushing through his bloodstream. Needing the fire engulfing his body, coming up from his toes to consume him—both of them—to weld them together, binding heart and soul even as flesh melted together.
Her breathless, mewling cries were sweet music he was coming to love. The sobbing, gasping pleas as she chanted his name shook him to his very core. He tightened his hold on her, uncaring of the passage of time, just losing himself in the scorching heat of her body, in the silk of her tight sheath and the pleasure rippling through him.
He couldn’t believe she was his. Angry or not, she welcomed him, rode him hot and hard, a wild, crazy ride without inhibition, giving herself completely into his care. Her gasping cries grew more frantic and her nails dug into his neck. The tiny pinpoints of pain only made him hotter, more possessed in his frenzied need.
“Mine,” he stated. “Say it to me. Now. Right now, Judith. Who do you belong to?”
Her eyes opened and she looked directly into his eyes. For a moment his heart stopped as he felt himself falling. Drowning.
“Stefan Prakenskii. I belong to him and I always will.” Her words came out in soft little gasps of conviction because he hadn’t stopped driving into her like a jacked up piston. “And he belongs to me.” She threw back her head again, her breasts jutting up, jiggling madly,