He kissed her other hip, lapped at the little indentation and then kissed his way down her thighs. First one, then the other.
"No. Eli." Catarina wailed her protest. She lifted her hips as if trying to follow him. "You're making me crazy."
"Always in such a hurry," he murmured, lifting her leg, bending it, pressing kisses to the back of her knee. He felt it there. Life. He took another breath and his lungs expanded. Sometimes when he woke up beside her, he was choking, his lungs burning. But there it was, the air that he needed. Her. Catarina.
He kissed his way to her foot. Lifted it, pressed a kiss to the sole and back up her other leg. She trembled. Writhed. So alive, his woman. So responsive to his every touch. So impatient.
He took his time on the inside of her thighs. He inhaled, taking her scent deep into his lungs. Maybe if he could keep her scent in his lungs long enough he'd believe she was safe and no one would try to take her from him--not even death. He licked along the inside of her thigh and discovered the sweet, spicy taste, unique to her--his addiction. He craved her taste. He dreamt of it. Woke with it on his tongue.
He lapped it up, taking his time, feeling the beat of his own heart in his cock, telling him he was alive because she was. He lifted his head to look at her as he once more wedged her thighs open with the broad width of his shoulders. Her blue eyes gleamed violet at him. He laughed softly at her glare and dipped his head to blow warm air into the seething, scorching-hot sheath waiting to surround him like a tightest fist.
His body reacted, shuddering at the thought of so much pleasure. He plunged his tongue deep and she came apart just as he knew she would. He loved the abandon, the way she gave herself to him without reservation. So responsive. So sensitive. So willing to let him take her to paradise. He loved giving her that. He loved seeing her pleasure. He loved it more than when she gave it to him, and that was saying something. He lapped at the honey spilling from her body, his private reserve of nectar.
He took his time, changing his rhythm, licking and sucking slowly, languidly, leisurely, and then when her hips were helplessly bucking, he used his tongue to invade, to push deep. He used his mouth on her clit, suckling, flicking with his broad, flat tongue, adding the edge of his teeth until she was screaming for release.
Eli didn't give it to her this time. He wanted to be inside her. Surrounded by her. He knew when he entered her she'd come apart instantly, shatter around him, and the way her delicate muscles would work his cock would be exquisite. He needed that. Needed to feel that small death and rebirth.
He moved fast, startling her, cupping her rear, dragging her to him as he knelt between her legs. He entered her in one fast, hard surge, driving through the soft folds, feeling her stretch to accommodate the thick, hard invasion. Her breath hissed out of her lungs, out of his. She screamed as her body clamped down like a vise around his, surrounding him with a tight, hot, velvet grip. Her muscles milked at him, grasped hungrily, greedily.
He threw his head back and forced his body under control when it wanted to let go and fly free with hers. He withdrew, inhaling as the friction of her tight sheath sent fire racing through his body. Surging forward again, he forced his way through the rippling, shuddering muscles, pressing down along her sensitive clit.
She screamed again and clutched at him, her nails driving into his arms. He let go of his control and took her the way he'd needed to these past couple of weeks. Hard. Hungry. Primitive. He claimed her body for his own. He was rougher than he intended, but she liked rough, and the harder and deeper he drove into her, the more of herself she gave him. Hot liquid surrounded him, her sheath so tight and exquisite he knew he was going to burn in hell or heaven. It didn't matter which to him, only that he burned.
He felt the flames licking along his legs, scorching his thighs, rising like a wall of fire to burn through his balls. Her body grew hotter, fed those flames, clamped down so hard, so unexpectedly, strangling his cock with the burn, with the pleasure-pain. He couldn't even separate the two sensations they were so tied together. Ecstasy. Paradise. Hell. It was all there in the miracle of her body as it milked his, demanding his seed.
He felt the roar of it, heard it thundering in his ears, the fiery flames consuming him as he emptied himself into her. He swept her with him into the fire, so that her body shuddered with her violent release. He took everything she was into his keeping, and he gave her everything he was.
He knew he'd never be the same. He didn't want to be. This woman had changed his life in ways he hadn't known she could, but he wouldn't ever go back to life without out her. He kissed her over and over. He left his mark on his neck. Her breasts. Little strawberries that stood out on her pale skin, little marks of his possession.
Eli buried his face in her neck, holding her tight, his body over hers, arms, hips, chest and legs aligned as best he could. He lay there for a long moment, feeling her heart pounding against his, knowing he had to move, but something wouldn't allow him to.
She wrapped her arms around him instead of pushing his heavy body off of her. The tight ball of fear deep inside him, the one always one moment away from threatening to consume him, thawed around the edges. That was his Catarina. She was so accepting of him, of his controlling, dominant ways. He knew he had to ease up a little. He could see the little signs of impending rebellion, but still, she hung in there with him, trying to give him time to come to terms with his fear of losing her.
Her hands glided up his back. Went to his hair. Her fingers threaded the silky strands, then caressed and tugged. There was such a feeling of contentment lying with her, her body melting into his. Her scent wrapping him up and her hands moving over him so gently.
"Honey." Catarina turned her head so she could press kisses along his temple. "Nothing's going to happen to me. I'm safe now."
"You aren't, you know." He lifted his head, reluctantly sliding off of her. Immediately he turned on his side and swept her close, pressed her tightly against him, his arm an iron band around her waist. "Cordeau had partners. They only know he disappeared. They could decide you're a threat to them. Most likely they will."
"We've already decided that we're going to let Jake and his people deal with them," she replied softly. "Eli, I'm alive. I'm with you, exactly where I want to be. We have our home, a baby on the way and things are good."
Eli pushed her long hair from the nape of her neck and kissed her there. He kissed his way over her shoulder to the much smaller puncture scars Cordeau had left behind.
"My leopard needs to run. She needs her mate. And I need to cook you breakfast. That's important to me, honey. I want to wear your flannel shirts and nothing else. I need to be me again. And you need to be you again. Once our baby is here, there won't be much kitchen table, on the bar or sink or out on the porch fun. We need to make every minute count."
He smiled against her shoulder. She had the little sexy voice that managed to set nerve endings on fire without much of an effort.
"I'm buying more flannels."
"You wouldn't have to if you'd stop ripping all the buttons off. I definitely have to learn to sew."
The amusement in her voice warmed him. Still. He sighed. "Kitten, I don't know how much freedom I can give you right now. I bought a Jeep for you, a four-wheel drive. They're going to deliver it any day now. I wanted you to feel like you could go anywhere you wanted to go, but honestly, I can't let you out of my sight."
He waited. Holding his breath. He hated that he was the needy one. That he knew he should give her everything she wanted, including freedom. She deserved it. She'd more than earned the right to make her every decision. But he couldn't breathe without her.
/> Eli knew when it happened, the exact moment when the air had left his lungs and wouldn't fully return. They'd taken her from him. They'd rushed her through the double doors and he'd felt her heart stop. Felt the breath leave her lungs. Felt her pulse still. It had been there inside of him. He knew she was being taken from him, and his world had changed. Everything had changed.
He buried his face against her shoulder, inhaling the subtle female scent that was unique only to her. God, he loved her. He loved her with everything he was. Every cell in his body. He knew if he kept holding her so close she would eventually fight him. How could she not? Where was his control and discipline now?
"Eli, I'm yours." She said it so simply it was eloquent. She turned in his arms to face him. Her fingertips traced the lines in his face. "I belong to you, just the way you belong to me. When I need anything, you provide it for me. When you need something, I provide it. That doesn't mean it's always going to be easy, but when you love someone, that's what you do."
He searched her blue gaze, the bottom dropping out of his stomach. Her features were so delicate. She looked fragile. Vulnerable. But she had steel inside of her. His woman had steel.
"If you need me to stay close to you, then that's what I'm going to do. There's nowhere I want to go right now. I love being home with you. Spending time with you. Looking at you." She brushed a kiss over his jaw. "But I love taking care of you too. I want to cook for you again. I need to do that. Make your coffee. I want to wake you up with my mouth around your cock. I love your body just as much as you love mine. I don't need to stay in a chair or in bed anymore. But I don't need to be away from you either."
Just her voice could harden his body, but when she started talking about waking him up with her mouth and the images in his head turned erotic, his cock came back to life. He found himself smiling. Breathing. Happy. She understood him and she loved him enough to give him the things he needed, even if she felt a little smothered for a while.
"I'm looking forward to a cup of your coffee. And breakfast. I haven't had a decent meal since you've been laid up," he admitted. His voice was a little rough with emotion, but he was already looking forward to morning. He knew she would do exactly what she said. She'd wake him up in that sexy, hot way of hers. His cock jerked in anticipation.