Desire the Banshee (8 page)

Eager to bring her with him, unable to hold out a minute more, he willed her to look inside him, to feel him.

His need to have her, get inside her skin, cycled between them. She vibrated beneath him, closed her eyes and opened her emotions. Their shared love wrapped them in a thin web. Her breath hitched. Her pussy clenched. Her legs tightened. She was on the ledge. So close. He sensed where she needed him. He shifted his hips to angle down.

“Yes, right there, keep that. There.”

She spiraled up, up. Her finger worked her clit harder, faster, faster. He didn’t know where her pleasure began and his ended.

He hardened impossibly more. His balls tightened, riding high. Their sounds enthralled him, the most gorgeous thing he’d ever heard, a symphony of skin slapping, moans and “please” from Daisy for “harder, harder.”

She shoved up, clamping around him as her body went rigid. He thrust hard and held there, tense. The bliss rushed up and out, spread over his chest and took all thought away. White washed over him as he came deep inside her.

He floated for a moment.

“Damn, that was hot. I have never come so hard in my life.” Cheeks still highlighted with a flush, Daisy slid her legs from his shoulders and splayed beneath him.

Legs burning from exertion, he wanted to stay inside her, but couldn’t hold himself any longer. With regret, he withdrew and flopped to the side, partially covering her but too tired to pull his jeans up from around his knees. Heavy panting from both of them filled his mind. He could get used to this, hearing through Daisy’s ears as they made love.

“I could get used to this too.”

Marry me?

“Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with a woman who gives new meaning to PMS?”

Definitely
. He grinned at her, some of the life coming back into him.

“I guess I will, then.” She smiled. The joy from her reached to him and left him reeling.

“And yes, I want to even though you’re deaf. I think that’s just one other way to make you need me. Right?” She teased and winked though he knew the statement was meaningless to her. She only tweaked him verbally because inside, she didn’t see him as flawed. So lighthearted, he knew he’d made the right choice for her. And for him. For them both.

Let’s go tell the others, so we can celebrate.

“Let’s not go tell the others, and celebrate.” She stretched and slid over him to straddle his hips. Her wet pussy rubbed against him and damn if his dick didn’t stand at attention.

Wait. I was sent down here to bring you back for the debrief, but as soon as I saw you…

“You had to have me. Sure. I know. And now I have to have you.”

She lifted herself up, gripped his base to position him and slid slowly down.

“Oh yes.” She squeezed around him and this time, he was sure, his eyes did roll back in his head.

Daze
.

What? What was he trying to say? Something about everyone waiting on them upstairs for a debrief. Or, maybe he wanted to tell her to fondle her tits. Wait, no. He wanted to fondle her tits.

He didn’t even realize he’d moved for her before he rolled a nipple in his fingers. She groaned and thrust her chest out toward him for more. Her hips rotated with leisure, tormenting him. He pulled and plucked, determined to torment her as well.

“You want a debrief? We have some work to do first.” She smirked at him as she rode him, setting her own pace as she leaned into his fingers stroking and teasing her nipples. “And I don’t want to be brief about it.”

Though her wet hold around him made his thoughts scatter, he had to let her know what had happened before they got caught up in each other again.

Vince brought those campers there with promises of some sort. Poor loners were just looking for somewhere to belong, wanting a family. He wanted you with him. You’re strong, full of power. He couldn’t resist.

Hands falling to her waist, he took large gulps of air, trying to clear his head long enough to finish his explanation. A need too strong to deny—to connect with her—filled his lungs with thick, hot air. Light scrapes of her uneven fingernails trailed his chest. He reveled in the wet heat wrapping his cock for a moment until her eyes flashed at him. She thought she’d distracted him. That she’d won.

He bucked up, grinding against her mound. A prickling blush spread across her chest as she moaned and her eyes glassed over. Fingers sinking into her hips, hips that would only ride him from now on, brought a surge of possessiveness.

“That’s it, lover,” she purred and sank down.

He growled. The gravelly sound came to him from their connection. He gripped her harder and ground his teeth against the urge to fall into lust and love and forget all else. One more minute, then he’d lose himself inside her.

When I came back into the camp, you’d collapsed. I didn’t know what he’d done to you.

She stroked his face with a light touch, then smiled.

After finally getting together, they’d nearly lost each other.

She’d stopped moving above him, but he stayed rock-hard. Bringing back the memories of their terror when they thought they’d lost each other should’ve dampened his eagerness a smidgen. How could he wilt while inside her?

With a gentle look, she collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her black curly hair. “It’s okay.”

He’s spoken aloud and didn’t recognize his own voice, but he felt Daisy’s response to it.

“I thought I lost you.”

“You didn’t.”

He moved inside her, set a slow pace and showed her just how alive they were.

As a child Ella read every book she could get her hands on, which meant most of her dad's science fiction and fantasy collection. There she found a special love of elves, dragons and knights. Unable to live in those fantasy worlds, Ella has worked as a waitress, a cashier, a receptionist to a U.S. Senator, a network admin, a web developer and an all-around card-carrying geek.

One day Ella sat down and wrote that first sentence. She hasn't stopped since. A 2010 PRISM award finalist, she writes paranormal romance and science fiction romance. She'd love to hear from readers.

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