Zoey Avenger (Incubatti Series Book 2) (35 page)

At her limit, she sagged, close to passing out from the exquisite, unbearable sensations tearing her apart from the inside out.

She became aware of Declan’s hard breathing after a short time, of his body draped across hers in utter relaxation, of the magic flowing between them without barriers. Anything he was holding back had been freed, and she basked in the full power of her soul-mate, astounded by the sensation. She had a feeling of being around a power plant. The air was super charged around them, and if she wasn’t grounded, she’s wind up with more volts roaring through her than she could handle.

“But you did handle it,” he replied to her thought. Declan lifted his head to meet her gaze. He brushed his thumbs along her cheeks.

“Duh,” she said hoarsely. “I knew I could. You’re the one who doubted me.”

“I never doubted you,” he replied. “I didn’t want to hurt you. Again.”

She kissed him on the lips. Joy, ecstasy, and immense sorrow twirled inside her in a dance she absolutely hated to feel. “I love being like this,” she whispered and swallowed hard. “I love feeling our bodies together.”

Declan searched her gaze, sensing her sadness across their bond. “So do I. Zoey …”

“No. I want to be happy right now.”

He smiled and touched his lips to hers. “You know anything about Tantric sex?”

She shook her head.

“Ready to learn something new?” He gave an evil grin.

Zoey laughed breathlessly, doubting she could even sit let alone go through another rough round of lovemaking.

He withdrew from her pussy and sat, his erection hard and thick already. “C’mere.”

She stretched a hand to him. He pulled her up, maneuvering her pliant body. Zoey straddled him and impaled herself onto his dick, her pussy still throbbing from their first intense session. She shivered, able to feel every inch of him. She sank against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He draped his around her hips.

“It’s about the spiritual and physical connection,” he whispered. “Direct eye contact, joining our bodies and souls at the same time.” He moved deliberately as he spoke, lifting and releasing her to ride along his erection.

Zoey met his gaze, mesmerized by his throaty voice and assured touch. His hazel gaze anchored her, his magic invigorating yet soothing, the gentle friction of their skin sending tremors of pleasure and anticipation through her.

“It’s about honesty, too. Being open to one another in every way,” he added more quietly. “No secrets. No lies. No obstacles. It’s rule four at its finest. Joined physically and spiritually, becoming one with nothing between us.”

Her throat tightened, and a flutter of panic went through her. He had a way of infiltrating her emotions, of making her feel vulnerable, exposed. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” she murmured.

He ran his hands up and down her back, his gaze at her level and perfect features inches from her. Pressed to him, with his dick deep inside her, it was hard for her to remember why she’d tried to hold up the tiniest of walls, to offer some protection in case he wasn’t the man she needed him to be.

“You asked me for this, Zoey. For me to let you in completely,” he said, cupping her neck with a warm palm.

She shifted her knees farther apart and sank onto him, rubbing her clit against the top of his groin. She sensed it then, the gentle push his magic was giving her. Her wall was thicker than she had thought, and he wanted her to take it down, so they could dwell in the incredible place the way they did before orgasm, where they were completely connected.

It meant letting go of her fear, of being exposed to him again.

Zoey shook her head, unable to speak.

“It’s easy,” he said with a small smile. “Let go. The way you did for me the first night we were together.”

The memory made her ache with yearning to experience him the way she had during their rite. How did she tell his she was scared?

“You don’t have to,” he whispered. “I know. Let go. For tonight. Trust me.”

“Just tonight?” she asked.

“Just tonight.”

By the gleam in his eye, he knew as well as she did that her surrender was permanent.

Zoey moved against him sensually, undulating her lower body, massaging his dick, which in turn rubbed her g-spot. She took his cheeks in her hands, hot for him already, her lower belly burning with fire once again. “Okay,” she said. “Just tonight.”

He took her hips, pulling her closer so that her clit rubbed against him as she moved. “Good. Now do it.”

Zoey released the anger and pain that floated in the bond between them. The channel normally only open to them before orgasm bloomed into existence. Warmth, comfort, peace … they wound around her, and she did as he asked and let go of the part of her that feared being hurt again.

Declan held her gaze, his intensity penetrating her mind the way his dick did her body. “Good, kitten, good.” He smiled, his features open and expression tender, reassuring her. “I want to see you come, every breath, every move, every shade of red your face turns.”

The sparse hair on his chest tickled her nipples, his hands sliding to grip her ass and his magic wrapping them in a charged blanket of lust.

Zoey’s arms went around his neck, her breathing soon uneven once more. Fucking him with their bond fully open while gazing into his eyes was more enthralling, more erotic than anything she imagined possible. She used his dick, hands and magic to take her close to orgasm once more, never looking away, exposed, every part of her bared for him to see.

The intensity of the intimate pose rendered her breathless before the climax came. She struggled to keep from closing her eyes as the pleasure approached, to keep their channel open when she wanted to turn away for privacy.

Declan allowed none of it and gripped her chin in one hand to prevent her from ducking her head. “I want to see everything,” he whispered in his sultry voice.

Zoey rode him harder, taking herself closer to the orgasm. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she arched back, her movement up and down his dick growing faster, more frenzied, completely out of control. The finger of Declan’s other hand slid into her wet ass, and he stroked her closer.

Her climax came with an intensity that startled her. Zoey sagged in his arms, the waves of ecstasy washing over her, pulling her apart from the inside out. He stayed hard while her pussy convulsed, and she shifted forward to press her clit against him in an effort to prolong the orgasm.

“Good,” he said. Declan wrapped an arm around her to steady her without looking away. “How does it feel?”

She kissed him in response, the primal need to watch him get off and to experience him again roaring to life. She pushed at him. Declan pushed back, and she gave, stretching onto her back between his legs. He leaned forward and took one nipple in his hot mouth, his hands guiding her hips up and down, stroking his dick inside her. Declan teased and nipped each breast before he shifted to his knees. Guiding her hips, he turned her over and tugged her onto all fours.

“You remember how much I love your ass,” he said in approval. He slid into her and wrapped his hand in her hair once more, pulling her head back.

Zoey arched her back, pressing her ass into him as he gave quick, light thrusts. Declan rested his other hand on her back and pushed her torso to the bed.

She stretched out on her belly, groaning at the sensation of his skin against hers as he settled on top of her. He entered her once more, the motion of his thrusts causing her clit to rub against the bedding underneath. Declan pinned her hands above her head and kissed the back of her neck to the tip of her shoulders.

Loving the friction between them and the way his scent wound through her senses, she focused on enjoying every last detail of the man she’d craved. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, and continued to thrust, his hips working in circular motions that teased her g-spot, mixed with deep thrusts. Declan’s hand traveled down her belly to her clit, and he stroked her gently at first, swirling around the tight nub, over, around, tickling the underside, until tension rose within her. Before she had a chance to complain, he rolled her onto her back and sank down between her knees, his mouth finding her pussy once again.

This time, he didn’t deny her the climax. Declan slid his fingers into her core and feasted on her clit, until pleasure tore through her. Zoey bucked, and he continued to wring out every last wave of her orgasm.

She lay still, spent, and watched him sit back on his knees. He remained hard, his smile warm and free, his lips red from kissing her and his eyes glowing.

Like a kid in a candy store. She laughed at the thought.

Declan took her ankles and held them up. “Relax,” he said. His dick sank into her, and she gasped, her sheathe convulsing from the last waves of pleasure. After a few deep strokes, he let her legs drop, withdrew and nudged the star of her ass. Shifting on top of her, he slid his thumb into her mouth. “Bite if it hurts.”

The warning came a second before he pushed into her ass. Zoey gasped and then bit him, the sensation soon settling into pleasure once more. His body was shaking, and he moved in and out of her slowly, struggling to control the climax building. Before he could come, he withdrew, wiped his dick clean and slid back into her pussy.

“You’re so … tight. Wet,” he whispered. “I love fucking you, Zoey.” 

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her even deeper. “Soon it can be every night.”

He froze and looked at her, the expression on his face searing her to the core.

“You want me that badly?” she asked, beyond amazed.

“With every part of my soul, Zoey,” he replied. “If it takes a lifetime to show you how much you mean to me, I’m happy to spend every minute of every day doing it. I love you, Zoey, and have from the first time you told me to fuck off.”

She grinned, recalling their first meeting at a club where she had defied his initial attempt to seduce her.

“And I don’t mind at all fucking you senseless every chance we get.”

A thrill went through her at the firm promise in his voice. “I’ll consider it.”

His magic flared to life around them, and she laughed, startled once more to feel it probe her ass while he was deep inside her. Declan kissed her and broke away. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered. “You like the way I fuck you? Make you come over and over and over?”

“God, yes,” she breathed.

“Then hold on, kitten. Our night is just getting started.”

She laughed and then stopped, seeing the serious expression on his face. Holy fuck. She’d wanted him out of control, and he was obliging.

Reading her thoughts, Declan smiled, a knowing gleam in his gaze. He began moving again, his dick rubbing her g-spot as he buried himself into her over and over. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” Zoey wrapped her arms around him. “Show me how a super-incubus fucks his soul-mate.”

He chuckled and kissed her.

Her world crumbled once more, and Zoey hung onto him, aware she’d met her match in Declan in every way.

Chapter Twenty Three: Confident

Pretty certain it was the best night of sleep ever, despite getting no more than an hour of actual slumber, Declan awoke on his belly, sated, refreshed and happy. This was how he dreamt of each morning feeling once he found his soul-mate. He stretched for Zoey’s perfectly fuckable body only to feel the cool sheets of the bed.

Opening his eyes, he twisted to see her seated on a chair near the bed, tying her boots. Her shirt was off, revealing her plump breasts in her bra.

“Good morning,” she said in a voice rendered husky from a night full of screaming his name.

“Morning,” he replied and sat. Assessing her quickly, he wasn’t certain why he was so surprised that she bore the brunt of his lust and looked all the better for it. She smiled at him the way she once had, her blue eyes clear, her face glowing and lips red and swollen. She was beaming with energy she’d absorbed from him, a sign he’d been right about her needing a night with him.

“Have I convinced you yet it’s worth being in my bed every night?” he purred.

Her flush deepened. “Holy shit, Declan. If every night is as crazy as last night …” She paused in her movement, her features taking on a slightly dreamy quality he recognized. He didn’t need to touch her thoughts to know she was thinking of everything they’d done.

“It can be, now that I know you can hang.”

Her eyes went down his body to his morning erection and lingered. Hunger lit up her face. “If I survive and things work out as planned … yes.” The words were thoughtful.

“Are you serious?” he asked, sitting up straighter.

She hesitated and then nodded.

“So you intend to die,” he guessed.

Zoey laughed. “No. You were my home once, even if for a day.” She paused, grappling with emotions that were apparent to him across their bond. “I want that again, Declan. I won’t give up my cause, but if there’s a way to do good and spend every night with you, then that’s what I want.”

The words erased what remained of the fear he’d born since the incident. Declan gazed at his soul-mate, doubting she’d ever been more beautiful than she was this moment. “Zoey, I know how you fight. I won’t ever ask you to give up what you’re doing, but please be careful. It’s an honor to be the father of your child. I want a shot at it, and I want a shot with you.”