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between her thighs again and held himself there, unmoving, watching her. Considering her in some way.
His big body threw off waves of heat and power. The glyphs that traced his bulky shoulders and muscular arms continued onto the contours of his chest and rippled abdomen. They pulsed vividly on his skin, alive and flooded with color.
Those Gen One skin markings trekked farther south as well. The thick, long shaft of his cock was circled with glyphs , their hues flushing even deeper as Melena admired him with unabashed approval.
God, he was immense. Magnificently so.
And sexy as hell.
She rose up to touch his face, cupping his stern jaw in her palm when a scowl thundered across his expression. “It’s been a while for me too,” he said, then gave a small shake of his head. “I’m not sure I can be as gentle as I’d like for you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
Melena saw the torment in his aura, even if his body was being driven by a stronger need now. He didn’t want to let her in, but he couldn’t shut her out either.
He cared, even though he wanted to deny it.
She thought back to what he said to her in the cave. That just because he’d helped her stay alive, didn’t mean she was safe with him.
Melena had never felt more protected or secure with anyone in her life.
And she’d never known anything so raw and consuming—so impossible to deny—as how it felt being with Lazaro.
She wrapped her hand around his nape and pulled him down in a deep, scorching kiss. With her other hand, she sought out his cock and grasped it firmly, pumping his length in sure, steady strokes. She didn’t let go of his mouth or his penis for a good long moment. When she did, she gave him a smile against his parted lips and the fangs that now filled his mouth even more than before. “See?” she told him. “I’m not going to break.”
He uttered a low, vicious curse that sounded to be half relief and half anguish.
Then he positioned himself at her body’s entrance and drove home, deep and slow and long, all the way to the hilt.
He filled her so completely she could hardly summon her breath. Then he started to pivot in and out, rolling his hips in controlled, tantalizing swivels that dragged a curse out of her too. Sweet pressure spiraled within her core as he pushed her toward another climax. He didn’t go gently, instead driving into her so far and fully, it was all she could do to hold on to him and let her body shatter in his arms.
Lazaro watched her as she came, his eyes locked on hers. She couldn’t look away. The power of the connection was too intense. He felt it too—he had to have felt it.
As his own release built, then broke on a coarse shout, he kept his gaze fastened on hers too. It was so intense, so startlingly real, this thing coming to life between them.
If anything had the power to terrify her, it was this.
The feeling that she had already given herself to this man. A man who had pretended he barely remembered her when he first saw her on Turati’s yacht.
A man who warned her not to get close to him, all but threatened that he would only hurt her.
And here she was, giving him her body.
Staring into his eyes as she surrendered the most intimate part of herself to him, and imagining that she could so easily let herself fall. That maybe she already had. Maybe the men in her past had been right. They would never have been good enough for her.
Because all along, what she wanted them to be was someone like Lazaro Archer. Brave. Loyal. And yes, heroic, even if he refused to accept that truth.
She didn’t need him to be perfect, because even through the haze of affection and searing desire, she knew he would never be perfect. He didn’t need to be. Not for her to want him like she did. Not for her to feel so right, so safe and contented in his arms.
Oh, God...could she be falling so fast?
Did she dare?
Melena finally broke his gaze then, turning her head away from him to the side,
His big body threw off waves of heat and power. The glyphs that traced his bulky shoulders and muscular arms continued onto the contours of his chest and rippled abdomen. They pulsed vividly on his skin, alive and flooded with color.
Those Gen One skin markings trekked farther south as well. The thick, long shaft of his cock was circled with glyphs , their hues flushing even deeper as Melena admired him with unabashed approval.
God, he was immense. Magnificently so.
And sexy as hell.
She rose up to touch his face, cupping his stern jaw in her palm when a scowl thundered across his expression. “It’s been a while for me too,” he said, then gave a small shake of his head. “I’m not sure I can be as gentle as I’d like for you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
Melena saw the torment in his aura, even if his body was being driven by a stronger need now. He didn’t want to let her in, but he couldn’t shut her out either.
He cared, even though he wanted to deny it.
She thought back to what he said to her in the cave. That just because he’d helped her stay alive, didn’t mean she was safe with him.
Melena had never felt more protected or secure with anyone in her life.
And she’d never known anything so raw and consuming—so impossible to deny—as how it felt being with Lazaro.
She wrapped her hand around his nape and pulled him down in a deep, scorching kiss. With her other hand, she sought out his cock and grasped it firmly, pumping his length in sure, steady strokes. She didn’t let go of his mouth or his penis for a good long moment. When she did, she gave him a smile against his parted lips and the fangs that now filled his mouth even more than before. “See?” she told him. “I’m not going to break.”
He uttered a low, vicious curse that sounded to be half relief and half anguish.
Then he positioned himself at her body’s entrance and drove home, deep and slow and long, all the way to the hilt.
He filled her so completely she could hardly summon her breath. Then he started to pivot in and out, rolling his hips in controlled, tantalizing swivels that dragged a curse out of her too. Sweet pressure spiraled within her core as he pushed her toward another climax. He didn’t go gently, instead driving into her so far and fully, it was all she could do to hold on to him and let her body shatter in his arms.
Lazaro watched her as she came, his eyes locked on hers. She couldn’t look away. The power of the connection was too intense. He felt it too—he had to have felt it.
As his own release built, then broke on a coarse shout, he kept his gaze fastened on hers too. It was so intense, so startlingly real, this thing coming to life between them.
If anything had the power to terrify her, it was this.
The feeling that she had already given herself to this man. A man who had pretended he barely remembered her when he first saw her on Turati’s yacht.
A man who warned her not to get close to him, all but threatened that he would only hurt her.
And here she was, giving him her body.
Staring into his eyes as she surrendered the most intimate part of herself to him, and imagining that she could so easily let herself fall. That maybe she already had. Maybe the men in her past had been right. They would never have been good enough for her.
Because all along, what she wanted them to be was someone like Lazaro Archer. Brave. Loyal. And yes, heroic, even if he refused to accept that truth.
She didn’t need him to be perfect, because even through the haze of affection and searing desire, she knew he would never be perfect. He didn’t need to be. Not for her to want him like she did. Not for her to feel so right, so safe and contented in his arms.
Oh, God...could she be falling so fast?
Did she dare?
Melena finally broke his gaze then, turning her head away from him to the side,
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