Page 39 of Dream Warrior (Dark-Hunter 16)
"What should I do for you?"
He looked up with a frown. "What?"
"I want to please you. I'm just not sure how."
His smile touched her deep inside, "Baby, I'm happy just to taste you. But. . ." He took her hand and showed her how to cup him.
His groan of pleasure made her smile. At least until she squeezed too hard and he hissed. "Gentle, love, gentle."
"I'm sorry."
Jericho laughed at her fearful tone. It thrilled him that she was so concerned about him and his pleasure. Most of all, he wanted to bathe in her scent until it was branded into his senses. Until he was coated with her.
Laying her back on the bed. he pulled back to stare at her there in the dim light. Her pale skin was gorgeous, her legs slightly parted in open invitation. And he was going to love her so thoroughly that she'd never forget this moment.
Zeus could put him in chains any minute now. But before he went, he wanted this one last memory to take with him. She would be the only balm he'd ever know.
Delphine was stunned by the ferocity of his kiss as he returned to her lips. But he didn't stop there. He moved over her body slowly, thoroughly, kissing and licking every inch of her. From her throat to her breasts, then lower to her hips. He worked his way down her legs to her feet and toes. Squealing in pleasure, she had to force herself not to kick as he suckled each of her toes in turn.
But it was when he came up between her legs to taste the part of her that craved him the most that her real pleasure began. He lifted her hips from the bed as his tongue delved deep inside her.
Delphine couldn't breathe at the intensity of the heat that cut through her body. She buried her hand in his hair as he tasted her fully.
"Come for me, Delphine," he growled. "Let me taste your pleasure."
But she didn't give in until he sank his fingers deep inside her. The moment he did, she screamed out in release as her body burst into ribbons of ecstasy.
Jericho smiled at the sound of her orgasm. Finally it was time for what he wanted most. Her body was still convulsing as he lay over her and slid himself inside.
Delphine gasped at the sudden fullness inside her body. At the sensation of Jericho full and hard. Never in her life had she imagined just how good this would feel. And when he slowly began to rock himself against her, she honestly thought she'd die from the bliss.
He held himself up on one arm to look down at her. "Are you all right?"
She wrapped her legs around his, drawing him in even deeper. "Absolutely. I couldn't be more so."
His smile made her heart flutter. She cupped his scarred cheek, staring into his dual-colored eyes as she watched the pleasure play across his face. He drove himself deep inside her, then paused. Gathering her in his arms, he rolled, putting her on top of him.
She gasped as he lifted his hips.
"Ride me, Delphine. I want to see you take your pleasure from me."
Unsure, she was timid at first, afraid she might somehow harm him. But as she moved and he growled tenderly, she grew more bold. Honestly, she loved being able to look down at him. To see the way the muscles of his abdomen moved.
His gaze locked with hers, he reached down between their bodies to where they were joined. She had no idea what he intended to do until his lingers stroked her cleft.
The moment he touched her, she jumped in pleasure. "Oh, my goodness."
He smiled again. "Like that, do you?"
Unable to speak, she nodded.
Jericho laughed as he stroked her in time to her thrusts. He loved the sight of her biting her lip as she quickened her strokes. He wanted to come so badly he could taste it, but he didn't want this to end. He wanted to stay inside her forever.
Why did sex have to be so short?
He ground his teeth, trying to stave off his climax, but as she found her own release while he was inside her, he was lost to it. Throwing his head back, he roared with the ferocity of his orgasm.
Damn. . .
He drove himself as deep as he could while his body exploded with pleasure. Oh, yeah, she was worth hell and then some. And he'd sell his soul to the lowest bidder if he could stay here with her like this for eternity.
Damn you, Zeus. But he'd made his bed and he would lie in it.
For Delphine. He could never lose sight of why he'd made his pact. It was for her and her alone....
She'd, been right all along. Sometimes people did do things for others without expecting anything in return.
Love was real and he felt it with every part of him. All he needed was to know she was happy, and it was enough for him.
I am the worst sort of fool.
But even with his conscience yelling at him, he couldn't regret what he'd done. This was exactly what she'd tried to explain to him, and it was only by experiencing it that he finally understood.
His mother was wrong. Hatred wasn't the strongest emotion. What he felt for Delphine gave him more courage and more determination than all the hatred that had corrupted him. This was the reason to live.
Not for revenge and definitely not for hatred.
He lived for her love.
Sighing, Delphine sank down over him. She laid her head against his chest so that she could hear his heart beating as her body settled down. His arms held her close, making her feel protected, and as far-fetched as it was... loved. She knew better than to hope for that where he was concerned.
He thought of love as a weakness to be spurned. If only she could make him understand what she felt for him.
But it wasn't meant to be. She could only dream of having Jericho love her the way her parents had loved each other. Even now she remembered the way her mother had wept when her father had died.
She'd been thirteen when he'd caught an infection. For weeks he'd suffered while her mother did everything she could to heal him.
He'd left them in the middle of the night. Her mother's anguished screams had awakened her in the morning. It'd taken three men to pull her mother away from her father's body, and there had been no consoling her.
