Awakening Kiss (Watcher's Kiss Book 4) (30 page)

And when she pushed, she was met with his hot skin and massive erection pushing against her sleep shorts. “You’re naked,” she whispered.

“And you’re gonna be,” he growled.

“Yes. Please.” She pulled at his arm. “Let me take these off.”

He backed away and she pushed up onto her knees. She yanked off the tank top and wiggled out of her shorts, going for the waistband of her panties next. His eyes tracked from her breasts to her fingers, his expression just as hungry as she felt.

A sudden rush of power surged through her and she reached for the edge of the sheet, which covered him below the waist. Slowly, she pulled it back.

He growled.

Undeterred, she drew it down to reveal his thick cock, engorged and standing up straight. Sexy cuts above his hips only drew her attention. His washboard abs were clear to her in the dim light. His body beckoned and she had no desire to deny herself or him. Dipping her mouth to his hip, she licked a path along the sinewy muscles she knew were honed in a lifetime of fighting.

Slight saltiness met her tongue and she made a purring noise deep in her throat.
Delicious.
He let out a curse and one hand threaded into her hair.

She moved lower, letting her locks drag on his skin until she got close to his shaft. Meeting his eyes in the dark, she pushed her hair out of the way, over her shoulder. Amber glowed as he locked on to her every move, looking ready to pounce.

She leaned down and licked him slowly, from base to tip.

He groaned and flexed up, but she kept her mouth at the head, circling with her tongue. She wrapped her hand around his base and started to pump.

“Enza,” he gritted out her name. “Come here.”

“I want to taste you,” she murmured.

One hand gripped her thigh. “You still can. But I need it, too. You smell so aroused and sexy.” He licked his lips. “Now.”

Oh.
Understanding what he wanted, she shimmied out of her panties. She swung one leg across his chest to straddle him, but faced his glorious cock.

Strong hands gripped her legs and tugged her back until she felt his hot breath against her overheated flesh. Her breasts brushed against the chiseled planes of his stomach, abrading her nipples.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” A skilled finger slid through her folds. “Gonna lick you up.”

Then the heat of his mouth was on her and she forgot to breathe. His tongue flicked and swirled while his hands spread her wide for him to do whatever he wanted. She arched her back as need exploded.

His cock twitched in front of her, and she took him in hand, leaning down to suck and swirl. But god, she couldn’t concentrate with the delicious distraction of him going down on her. His hands skimmed along her sides to her breasts and cupped one, then the other, as his tongue flattened against her clit.

Moaning, she gave up on taking care of him and vowed silently to make it up to him. Not that it would be a hardship in any way. She lost herself to the sensation of his mouth and hands touching, petting, sucking. The dark cocoon of his room only heightened the sensation, blocking out everything except him. He overrode her senses, distilling her world down to the way he commanded her body.

Her climax built and she couldn’t hold back a moan as she rocked against him. With a gasp, she bucked hard as a slow and intense orgasm took over, making her leg muscles quiver.

She rode out the powerful sensations and collapsed on his chest, trying to catch her breath. As intense as that was, she still needed more. That didn’t make sense. But deep inside, her body ached to take his cock, still rock hard and inches away from her face.

She scooted off and gave him a grin, moving to lean down and taste every inch of that rigid length. But he stopped her.

“Got another idea, babe.” He sat up and smacked her ass. “Get on all fours. Face the mirror.”

A shiver of anticipation fired through her. Nipples tightening, she obeyed and stared at her reflection—what she could make out of it, anyway—in the mirror on the dresser. Her hair was a wild mass, her body poised to submit.

Rhys loomed behind her, his figure huge and broad, so much bigger than her. His shadowed reflection triggered a fresh burst of desire as she watched him in the mirror. One hand gripped her hip. The other dipped down, and she felt the tip of his erection sliding through her slickness, up and down, from her clit to her ass.

In the mirror, she could see his head bent, angled down toward her body and what he was doing to her. His slow strokes were torture, teasing, making her crazy-impatient. She pushed back, seeking him.

His hand tightened and his cock stopped moving. “Stay still,
bella.
”

“I want you so bad,” she whispered. “I can’t explain it. I just do.” She arched her back, tilting her hips to expose more of herself to him. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”

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R
HYS
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S HEAD THREATENED TO EXPLODE
and he nearly came right then, with just the tip of his cock touching Enza’s bare, wet center. Her arousal urged him on, but her wanton words brought him to a new, primal level. His inner demon thumped its chest with pride, urging him to take her hard and give her exactly what she’d asked for.

Licking his lips, he focused on her entrance and nudged the tip inside. A wave of inviting feminine heat met him. She let out a sexy sigh and he pushed further in.

In the mirror her eyes shone bright with desire. Her dark mane tumbled around her shoulders, so soft and perfect for touching. But now? He gathered it all into one hand and held tightly, drawing her head back.

He sank in deeper. “You ready for all of me, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered, arching into the new position, head up and chest pushed forward. Her sexy breasts bounced as he seated himself balls deep in her tight body.

He leaned forward to nip her ear, driven by a feeling he couldn’t explain. She was giving her body to him, begging him, and yet all he wanted was her. Craved her, even. Gods, she had no need to beg. He’d worship her body all day and night. A possessive need drove him, not just to protect, but to…keep?

Not stopping to process the out-of-nowhere thought, he growled and moved to her shoulder, biting gently. She shivered and got those adorable goosebumps again. About to tease her about that, he stopped as she wiggled her sexy ass. Impatient. She was impatient for him.

He moved back, pulling out almost all the way and slamming home. She let out a sound that started as a gasp and then changed to a purr of pleasure. She wanted him to fuck her? Good, because now that she was in his bed, in his life, he didn’t want anything else, anyone else.

He tightened his grip on her hair and began a fast rhythm, sinking into her body with powerful thrusts. His hips slapped her ass as he quickened his pace. His hand on her hip squeezed hard. Sexy and curvy. Hips he could grab on to forever.

The beautiful column of her throat was exposed in the mirror as he kept his tight hold on her hair. Her lips parted, sweet sounds escaping that were pure encouragement to his ears.

“Enza,” he growled. She was perfect.

She made a contented sound deep in her throat, and then her weight shifted. In the mirror, one of her hands went to her breasts, toying with one nipple and then the other.

Then she slinked it farther back.

“Gods, baby, you’re so fucking sexy.” He couldn’t see, but as her breathing changed, he knew her slender fingers were at her clit. Hell, nothing was sexier than a woman unafraid to take herself to orgasm, any way she wanted to. Getting to watch only spurred his lust higher.

He drove in harder, thought slipping away as his cock tunneled through her tight channel. Pleasure took over, more intense with every stroke.

She matched him, panting, moving back into him. Her naughty hand was still out of sight.

He dominated her body, holding her how he wanted, and she moved with him as she touched herself. She. Was. Perfect.
Mine.

The word exploded along with his orgasm, and he let out a roar as he slammed her ruthlessly. Hot jets of come emptied from his swollen shaft, over and over, and he pumped long after he was done. Because just the simple feeling of being inside her body was pleasurable. Her tight walls gripped, creating friction even when coated with both of their releases.

She gasped and shuddered as she reached her own peak, body quaking around his. He let go of her hair and she dropped her head, laying all the way down to rest her cheek on the duvet. But they were still connected, so the new position only changed the angle of that perfect ass.

He massaged her nape and down her spine, fingers rippling over delicate bones that had bent in order to pleasure him. He kissed her lower back, then pulled out and moved forward, lying next to her.

She scooted to curl into his side, throwing her leg over him like she’d done before. “Oh my god, Rhys,” she murmured, pushing hair out of her face. “That was amazing. I don’t think I can walk.”

Alarm shot through him. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She laid a hand on his chest. “My legs are just total Jello. Liquefied.”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “You’ll get your strength back soon. You’re half tough-ass demon.”

“Yeah.” Her voice was thoughtful as she traced a pattern on his chest. “About that…”

He raised a brow.

“Since my power has…emerged,” she said, sitting up, “Are my other demon tendencies going to be stronger?”

“Like what? Your senses?”

“No…I mean more like with sex.” She bit her lip. “Maybe that doesn’t make any sense. Do demons have more sex than humans?”

“Not necessarily, except at our fertile times.” He laced his fingers through hers. “Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s just that I woke up tonight, and I just wanted you.”

“Sounds like you like me.”

She lightly smacked his chest. “Of course I like you.”

He grinned. “And I’m glad. But the hormones? That’s not necessarily a demon thing. And it’s perfectly okay.”

“I know, it’s just…” she paused and scrunched her nose adorably. “It was so intense. More intense than anything else I’ve ever felt. I
had
to have sex with you.
Had to.
”

As he studied her, the first thread of a fledgling thought took hold, so incredible that it stole his breath. He had felt something similar, the intensity level and also the feeling that she belonged to him

Holy shit. It couldn’t be.

Mates?

Serious eyes searched his face in perplexion. “What? I-I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. Not that there’s been much of anyone else. God, I shouldn’t have said anything, I sound like a—”

“Hey, none of that.” He sat up and laid a finger on her lips. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with anything you said or anything you feel. It’s normal.”

She tilted her head. “For supernatural creatures? To feel this intense?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, not sure if he should explain the concept of mates at this exact moment. Mating was forever, a bond breakable only by death. Would that freak her out?

“I thought maybe my demon half was manifesting more, or getting stronger, or something,” she mused.

“Your power is active now, so it could be strengthening. But remember, you’re part human. Both halves of you will balance out. You’ll never be more of one than the other.”

She drew her finger along his jaw. “Sounds so logical.”

He frowned. “Because it is.” It was a fact, like numbers and code. Logic and reason. Even when he’d been truly perplexed by Enza the night they’d met, through research he’d found a logical explanation. She was a halfling.

And now, given the intensity of their feelings, could they be meant for more? Gods, he could barely wrap his head around the concept. Maybe because he never expected it. Maybe because after Sinna, he figured he wasn’t the best judge of character.

And maybe because the mate bond didn’t follow logic. It was magic and mystical, snaring creatures who may at first seem unlikely partners, yet suddenly couldn’t live without one another. Hell, one of his fellow warriors on Torth, Scorpio, had been cursed into a bond with a witch who initially despised him.

Rhys shook his head. Logic was his thing, what he could relate to. Love and a mate? Not really…though as he looked at Enza now, he knew he didn’t want her to go back to pretending to be one hundred percent
homo sapiens
. He didn’t want her to find some dude and marry him, have a bunch of kids and live a standard mortal life span. She would live a human lifetime with a human partner, or a centuries-long life with a supernatural one. Halflings could end up either way.

She gazed up at him, sated, sexy, naked. Exposed, both literally and figuratively as she tried to understand his world. She was open, hiding nothing, asking questions, trusting him.

A piece of the puzzle twirled in his mind and snapped into place. He needed to reassure her of what she was feeling. What happened in his world when two individuals couldn’t live apart. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s intense for me too.”

“Being with me?” Her voice was quiet, shy, like she half expected him to say no.

“Yes. Everything about you. Since the night I met you, I wanted to find out more.”

She swallowed. “Guess you found out more than you bargained for.”

“No,
bella
. I think I found out exactly what I was supposed to.”

A smile lit up her face. “There you go again, saying all the right things.” She nuzzled his neck and he lay down, taking her with him.

“Like I said, it’s luck. Or maybe it’s you.”

She snuggled against him, dropping a kiss on his shoulder.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, do you know that most creatures on Torth don’t get married, like humans do, when they find their life partner?”

“No. What do they do?”

“It’s called mating. A bond forms, mentally and emotionally. The couple can sense each others emotions all the time, and project thoughts when they’re close by.”

“Like telepathy?” She propped her head on her elbow.