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His mouth wandered lower to find the places where the bird's talons had pierced her skin. He winced,
remembering the feeling of lying beneath the earth, helpless, while she struggled for her life. "You scared
the hell out of me," he told her softly, his tongue bathing the puncture wounds.
Tempest pressed herself closer to his soothing ministrations. "You have a curative agent in your saliva,
don't you?" she asked, suddenly comprehending. He had to. That was how he closed the pinpricks his
fangs made in her neck, never leaving evidence behind unless he wanted to brand her. It was how her
bruises had healed so fast. Darius. So tender and gentle, carefully healing each laceration, every bruise.
"And you must have an anticoagulant in your teeth." It was a guess, but a fairly safe one.
He lifted his head, his dark eyes moody and unreadable. "I can heal you completely, but you must stay
very still and accept what I do."
She nodded solemnly. He was so beautiful, in a purely masculine way. She loved the hard bones of his
face, the deepness and purity of his voice, the rippling of power beneath his skin. His beautiful face now
showed intense concentration. He had withdrawn into himself. Tempest found the way his hips indented
fascinating. He was so physically perfect. Her hands, of their own volition, reached out to touch those
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smooth indentations.
The feel of his skin beneath her fingers sent flames dancing in her stomach. She explored farther, the
palms of her hands sliding over his muscular buttocks. A sound escaped his throat, a soft warning growl,
and his hands shackled her wrists, holding her palms against him. "Just what are you doing?"
Her large green eyes stared innocently up into his fathomless black ones. "Touching you." Her palms
pressed closer. "I like touching you."
"I cannot possibly concentrate if you continue, Tempest." He meant to reprimand her, but one of her
hands had slipped free to explore the hard columns of his thighs. His breath caught in his throat. Her
fingers felt so good on his skin, an erotic fantasy began to take over his mind. His sexual needs were far
greater than hers.
He was a Carpathian male with a need as elemental as time to take his mate. He had promised himself
he would remember that she was human and give her as much space as his nature would permit, but she
wasn't helping him at the moment.
His body hardened with a savage, aching rush of fire that added to the heat of the cavern and the pool.
Her hand brushed against him beneath the water, slid the length of him, settled around him like a glove.
He pushed against her, craving the feel of her surrounding him. "This will not help my concentration," he
managed to point out.
"Really? And I thought you were so good at blocking out all sorts of things, Darius," she teased,
exploring him more fully, more boldly.
He bent his head to the hollow of her shoulder, his teeth scraping roughly. Beneath the steaming water,
his hand slid to the junction between her thighs. Tempest accommodated him, pushing against his palm.
His fingers slid into her, urging her to climb with him. "I want you to need me the way I need you," he
whispered against her throat.
"How is that?" she asked through clenched teeth. In her hand he was growing even harder and thicker,
velvet over iron. His fingers were driving her insane, taking her closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.
The water swirled around them, fizzed and bubbled against their skin.
Darius lifted her into his arms, the hot water sluicing off her and onto him nearly unbearable in his
sensitive state. "Put your legs around my waist, Tempest," he ordered huskily, barely managing to get the
words out. His body screamed for hers. She complied, and slowly he lowered her over his waiting shaft.
At her hot, moist entrance, he paused, watching the expression on her face. He seemed large and
intimidating to her, but her sheath was tight and velvet soft, gripping and enfolding him. The ecstasy of it
tightening around him, slowly accepting his invasion, was almost more than he could bear.
The heat in the cavern made it nearly impossible for Tempest to breathe. Or maybe it was the way
Darius lowered her with such excruciating slowness over him. She laid her forehead against his chest,
gasping as his body invaded hers, ever deeper, the steam surrounding them like smoke from the fire their
bodies were creating.
His fingers dug into her waist as she settled around him, taking him fully into her. She moved then. It was
she, not he, who moved. She could feel the pleasure in his mind, in hers, so intense that it was close to
pain. She rode him slowly, the beauty of the moment forever etched in her mind. The beauty of his face
as she engulfed him, retreated, returned. It was erotic just to watch the pleasure she brought him. She
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knew precisely what to do to enhance that pleasure from his mind merged with hers. She snagged the
images in his mind and made some slight adjustments, arching her back so that her breasts slid over his
damp skin, letting her hair tumble over his shoulders, sensations he found unbearably sensual.
Deliberately she prolonged the moment of release, moving slowly, then faster, slowly, then fast, her
muscles clenching around him, reluctantly releasing him, then capturing him once more.
Even as she felt him swell within her, heard him fighting for breath, his heart pounding against hers, she
felt her own body begin the climb toward the stars. She couldn't concentrate on his release when she felt
herself start to fragment. At once Darius took control, his hands digging into her hips, thrusting into her
with sure, hard strokes, pushing her higher and higher so that he was taking her with him. They soared
together, breaking free, their cries filling the cavern. Steam wrapped them together as one body, one
mind, one skin.
At the end Tempest was totally exhausted. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. "I
can't move, Darius. Don't ask me to move ever again."
"I will not, baby," he murmured tenderly, lifting the wet hair from her shoulder to place a kiss on her bare
skin. He carried her from the hot water to the next pool, which was several degrees cooler, its source
outside the mountain rather than within. He sank into the water, taking her with him.
She felt instant relief and released her grip on Darius's neck, lazily floating away from him. If she kept her
eyes closed, she could pretend she was out in the open, with the sky above her and trees nearby. The
oppressive layers of soil and rock simply disappeared from her mind. But she couldn't keep her eyes
closed forever. She tried to concentrate on how Darius made her feel, on the beauty of the cavern, on the
glittering diamonds the volcano had produced over the long centuries.
"What is it?" he asked softly.
"Being in this cave is making me feel like a bat. It's beautiful, Darius-don't get me wrong," she added
hastily, not wanting to hurt his feelings, "but we're so far underground, and it's very humid."
Darius swam to her, his body rippling with power, his long hair wet and midnight black. "You will get
used to it, honey."
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