Page 61 of The Guardian (Dark-Hunter 20)
She parted her legs, giving him access to do whatever it was he wanted.
His eyes half closed, he dipped his head down to taste her. She let out a pleasured yelp as he slid his tongue over her, then scraped her with his whiskers. Burying her hand in those soft curls, she watched as he teased her. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her body.
She certainly couldn't get enough of his touch. She rubbed herself against him as he delved deep inside her with his tongue. Biting her lip, she moaned as his fingers joined his tongue in tormenting her with pleasure.
"Seth?"
Seth glanced up at her to see the fire in her eyes and the smile on her face while he licked her. He loved that she said his name whenever they did this. It let him know that she wasn't thinking about anyone else.
And now that he knew the truth about Solin, he was even more possessive of her.
She was his.
All his.
He gave her one long, slow lick. "Come for me, Lydia. I want to taste you on my lips again."
Lydia gasped as he returned his mouth to her and quickened the movements of his fingers. Reaching down, she laid her hand against his cheek so that she could feel the muscles of his working while he tasted her.
And in that moment, she obliged his wish as her body spasmed.
Then he crawled up her ever so slowly until he slid himself deep inside her while she was still climaxing. The sensation of his warm, thick fullness made her gasp as he began to rock himself against her hips. Fierce, long, hard thrusts that heightened her pleasure all the more.
Arching her back, she met each of his strokes with the same desperation he had.
"That's it, baby," she breathed as he found the perfect rhythm that never failed to leave her begging for more.
He laced his fingers with hers as he stared down at her while he thrust himself against her hips. She loved feeling him like this. Inside and outside of her.
Seth clutched her hand in his as he watched her staring up at him with the kindest gaze he'd ever known. No one had ever looked at him the way she did. Without disgust or condemnation. She was so small in his arms that at times he was afraid he'd hurt her by accident. But she'd been able to stand up to the worst of him.
Which made no sense because he knew that in the end, she was the best part of him. The only good part.
And he lost himself to her. With a pleasure so profound it burned his soul, he buried himself inside her up to his hilt and let his release flow. He held himself perfectly still as his body convulsed.
Sated and weak, he lowered himself over her, taking care not to put too much weight on her. But he didn't want to pull out of her quite yet. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and cradled his entire body with hers.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked him as she brushed his hair back from his face.
"Absolutely nothing except how much I like being inside you."
She wiggled her hips against his. "You do feel good there."
He kissed her, then pulled away to sit back on his legs so that he could study her body.
Lydia frowned as she watched him fingering her. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking at the part of me that's on you." He touched the wetness between her legs and rubbed it into her with his thumb. "I don't ever want another man with you ... like this."
She shivered at the possessiveness in his tone. "What are you saying?"
I love you. But Seth couldn't bring himself to speak the words out loud. He didn't know how.
Still, she smiled up at him and then she started singing in the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard, a song that reached so far inside him that he couldn't breathe as tender emotions overwhelmed him. "I hunger for your touch. Alone ... and time goes by ... so slowly ... and time can do so much..."
While she sang to him, she reached up and laid her hand on the hollow of his cheek. He knew they weren't her words, but the way she sang them ...
It felt like they were and they went straight to a part of him that had never been touched before. They said exactly what she meant to him. And why he'd learned a new level of hell.
It wasn't the physical pain of Azura or Noir's cruelty. It was living a life without any beauty in it. Living a life with no laughter or teasing smiles.
A life with no Lydia.
Lydia lay there, staring at him as emotions played across his face. In that moment, she knew what he'd wanted to say and couldn't. And it was okay, because she didn't need the words. She could see it plainly in the way he looked at her as if terrified he was dreaming and at the same time so hungry that his light gaze seared her.
Taking his hand into hers, she folded his two middle fingers down and spread out his thumb, index finger and pinkie so that they were standing up straight.
"What's this?" he asked quietly.
"What you're not saying, but I hear it anyway." She kissed his folded down fingers and placed hers over his.
Seth stared at their combined hands that strangely reminded him of two halves of a heart that formed a whole one when placed together.
She was right. It was exactly how he felt whenever he was with her.
Her smile brightened the darkest part of him as she buried her hands in his hair and brought his lips down to hers. "I will never leave you alone again, Seth," she whispered before she kissed him. "I promise. Not unless you want me to."
And that he would never crave. How could he?
But as she made him blind with the ecstasy of her touch, he couldn't shake the feeling that this wouldn't last.
How could it?
He'd been cursed by his own father and thrown away by his mother. Even so, he wanted to believe in her promise.
If only he could. Yet in the back of his mind lingered the bitter doubt that all of this was only temporary.
He dipped his head down to taste her again. Just as his lips brushed hers, unimaginable agony tore through his entire body. Before he could do anything, it lifted him from the bed and threw him into the wall.
