Warriors of Poseidon 01.5 - Wild Hearts in Atlantis

touch you and taste you and know you." He captured the tip of one breast in his mouth and licked and suckled on it, gently at first, then strongly, until she moaned and made a helpless thrusting motion with her hips.
     
    Then he transferred his mouth to her other breast and replaced his lips with his fingers on the first, gently squeezing and lightly pinching the nipple as he sucked on its twin, until he heard her moaning again, this time his name. She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled.
     
    "Please, please."
     
    He looked up at her, and the soft flush of her skin combined with the heat in her eyes to undo him. He had no more thought for gentle seduction, but only for taking. For driving into her until she could never get him out.
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    For claiming.
     
    He tested her readiness with a finger, nearly crying out at the hot wetness that welcomed him into her body. He bent his head to her nipple again and drove two fingers inside her. This time it was she who cried out, bucking against his hand.
     
    In one motion, he stood and lifted her, then twisted to fall back upon her bed with her on top of him. He held her head to his and plundered her mouth once more, with his fingers still steadily thrusting inside her. Then he rolled over so that he straddled her body. "I need you now, my lady. I must offer my apologies for reverting to the haste of my youth, but I find that I need to be inside the heat of your body more than I need to find my next breath."
     
    She stared up at him for a long moment, body shuddering in reaction to her desire and the motion of his fingers across the pearl at the junction of her heat. He had a moment to wonder at the secrets hidden deep in the amber of her eyes, before she slowly smiled and lifted her legs to clasp around his back. "I need you, too, my poet warrior. And remember that I'm not the only one surrendering, here."
     
    He moved his hand to guide the head of his cock against the slick wetness of her opening, and then he put his hands on the bed on either side of her as he bent to kiss her yet again. "Gladly do I surrender, Kat Fiero," he whispered, and then he threw back his head and roared his possession as he drove into her with one stroke, not stopping until the base of his cock thrust against her pelvis.
     
    She arched up and into his body and screamed, an eerie sound that had as much of panther in it as woman, and then she dug her nails into his back and clung to him, thrusting into him in time with his movements. "Oh, yes, please, now," she said, more demand than plea.
     
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    "Yes, mi amara, I am pleased to comply," he said, voice rough with the effort of forming coherent speech. He drove into her, harder and faster, gone partly mad with hunger and a desperate, terrible passion.
     
    Knowing he would defy Poseidon himself for this woman.
     
    He felt the moment she approached the precipice; her entire body tightened around his own. He thrust, impossibly hardening beyond any limits his body had ever known.
     
    As he drove her up and over the edge into the abyss, she looked into his eyes, into his soul, and uttered a single word. His name. "Bastien," she murmured, and he was lost.
     
    The stars that surely had shone upon Atlantis in its glory days exploded behind his eyes and in his blood and—for a moment, a long moment, an incalculable moment—he felt her inside him as jewels burst in his brain to color his world.
     
    A rift opened in the fabric of his universe, a fissure in his bleak solitude, and she slid in, warm and silken as a summer rain on the ocean waves. Her essence opened itself to him as the unfurling of a bed of sea stars, and it tempered the bleakness of his hardened soul. Hopefulness met grim resolve, compassion met implacable duty. Her kindness entwined itself in the dark, crabbed spaces of his black soul and somehow lighted the path to absolution.
     
    He was lost, and yet she had found him, and he would never, ever be the same.

Chapter Ten
    "What just happened?" Kat lay—okay, she was collapsed, in fact halfway on top of Bastien with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. She was trying not to admit to herself that she was entirely freaked out. Basically, this was the first time she'd made Wild Hearts In Atlantis – Warriors of Poseidon 1.5
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    love, since a few ineffectual fumblings in college. Oh,