Page 47 of A Touch of Crimson
His jaw clenched. She had every right to be afraid. She was smart to be. It was only going to get more difficult from here.
Lindsay pumped him again, harder. Then again.
“Yes,” he growled, thrusting into her hand. “Jack me off. Make me come.”
“Jesus…” She released him.
Adrian shook with his hunger. He needed her touch. Two hundred years without it had left him dead in all the most fundamental ways. Now every sense and nerve ending was alive again, and desperate for her.
She came into view, rounding his right wings.
He stood there, exposed in every way.
Her gaze locked with his. “Tell me the truth, angel. Is this just you and me? Or is this you, me, and a motive I haven’t figured out yet?”
“Just you and me.” His chest tightened with the half-truth. In reality, everything stood between them. His mission, her father, the rules that would deny him the solace of Lindsay’s body…
Tell me the truth, angel.
He choked on the truth. It wrapped around his throat and squeezed so tightly he could barely breathe, let alone give her the disclosure she deserved. I’m going to pit you against your own people. I’m going to train you how to kill your father. I’m going to send your soul from this earth once and for all. My love will destroy you, and me, and everything we care about. I can’t stop it.
She slid her recovering left arm around his waist, tucked beneath his wings. Her right hand reached for him again. His breath hissed out between his teeth.
She stroked him firmly. His wings trembled as lust surged through him. The next pump of her fist was so perfect it was painful.
“Faster.” He gasped, pulling her closer with an arm around her shoulder.
Lindsay widened her stance, stabilizing herself with her arm at his waist. She faced him directly, standing perpendicular to his body. He was seared by her proximity. The side of his torso was tucked between her breasts, while her thighs were planted on either side of his. Anchored, she used the leverage she’d gained to fist his aching cock with greater power and speed.
Adrian’s head fell back in supplication. His wings lifted and curved around them, sheltering their precious intimacy.
All the while, her hand moved on him, her grip strong and the tempo steady. His chest lifted and fell with rapid, heaving breaths. Her breath, too, came quick and hot, gusting over his chest. Her nipples were hard and tight against him, her hips moving in quick, needy little circles. He pressed his lips to her forehead, his eyes stinging.
“You get thicker before you come,” she breathed. “And harder.”
Her hand flew as she worked him, pumping him, her speed preternaturally quick—and just what he needed. Two centuries of pent-up desire demanded release now. Then he could seduce her properly. He would lure her into his bed, where he could wrap himself around her and pretend that nothing and no one existed but the two of them. No consequences, no deception, no inevitable and eternal parting.
“Yes,” he panted against her perspiration-damp forehead. “I’m almost there…”
Need coiled around his spine and pooled like molten iron at the base of his cock.
Ever his temptation, she coaxed him with a voice made husky by her own desire. “Show me. Come for me, Adrian. Come hard.”
“Keep touching me…don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I can’t. Let me see you…”
His entire body jerked with the first wrenching spurt. “Lindsay.”
She made a soft sound of hunger as he shuddered through the explosive climax, her arm tireless as she brought him off with the dedication of a woman who wanted nothing more than to pleasure him.
I love you. The words clawed their way up from the depths of his soul, threatening to escape.
Unable to stem the rush of feeling, Adrian smothered the truth with the softness of her mouth.
Lindsay’s knees buckled the instant Adrian’s mouth sealed over hers.
He turned in her embrace, cupping her face with gentle hands. As ferociously lustful as he’d been while desperate for orgasm, he was devastating with his tenderness now. His lips were light against hers, his tongue a velvet lash. She caught his wrists, so lost to the scent and taste of him that she didn’t realize they were moving until her back came up against a wall.
