Her lips curved into a full smile as she gazed up at him. This was what she’d thought of giving up? She must have been absolutely crazy. Or really, really desperate.
Todd worked his cock inside of her—slowly. One inch at a time. There was sweat on his brow, glistening on his body. He was trying to stay in control. Not wanting to hurt her.
Sweet, silly human.
As if he could ever hurt her.
Besides, she’d always liked it a bit rough. Not pain, of course, she didn’t really like that, but rather hard pleasure.
Cara twisted her body, rolling suddenly and taking them near the edge of the bed. When their bodies halted, she was on top of him, knees on either side of his hips, and his cock was buried fully inside her.
“That’s better,” she whispered, and she began to move. She lifted her body up, then drove down. His hands clamped on her hips, fighting her for control of the tempo and depth.
Her sex was tight and swollen from her previous climax, but she was more than ready for him, and he filled her so wonderfully well that every move had her body tightening with delight around him.
The thrusts became increasingly harder. She moved faster and faster. His fingers bit into her waist. The power in the room beat at her, at them, the waves so strong that a faint hum filled the room.
The release was close. A spark of electricity shot through her body. Blue sparks flickered in the air around them.
Todd’s eyes had squeezed shut, so he missed the burst of light. He never stopped thrusting. And she never stopped taking him.
So much energy. Hers for the taking .
Just as he was.
His eyes opened as he pushed up, caught her breast in his mouth and lashed the nipple with his tongue.
“Todd!” Her delicate inner muscles clamped tight around him and the climax that had been just out of her reach flew toward her.
Her right hand slammed down on his chest, driving him back against the bed. The power would come now, come crashing over them both.
She probably should have warned the guy before. She should have—
“Ah!” The scream was hers. Exultant.
He bucked beneath her, roared his release and the driving power of his lust pounded powerfully in the heart that drummed just below her hand.
The sensual power broke free. As they climaxed, as the pleasure lashed their bodies, the feelings magnified. They shuddered, gasped.
Cara threw back her head, wild with the rush, but her hand never left his chest. Her body stayed joined to his, and as the magical waves shook her, her head dropped over his.
Her lips found his. Carefully, she breathed her magic into him. Shared the power.
She’d never given any of her sensual power to another before.
But she didn’t want to just take from him.
He wasn’t like the others.
His heartbeat, already too fast, began a mad, driving beat.
Her tongue stroked past the entrance of his mouth. Found his. She kissed him until the powerful rush of magic and climax began to ease.
Then she lifted her head and forced herself to meet the gaze that she knew would hold a thousand questions.
Because Todd had to have just realized that sex with her was far, far from normal.
His chest ached, and a goddess rose above him.
Her small hand slowly lifted, and his heart finally began to slow down.
Jesus. He’d just had the best fucking climax of his life, hands down. For a second there, he’d actually been afraid that he might pass out. A damn embarrassing admission for him.
But in between the pleasure that had made his back bow off the bed and his toes tingle, something else had happened.
When she’d placed her hand over his heart, for a moment, it had felt like she was branding him. And he’d felt…her.
Her hunger. Her need. The feelings had been heady. His body had trembled with an unknown power.
A power he couldn’t wait to feel again.
Damn, but he felt fucking good. Like he’d slept for twenty hours good.
Like he’d had the best orgasm ever good. One that had been far, far from normal…because he’d felt her release, too.
And that shouldn’t have been possible. How the hell had it been possible?
“I-I don’t want to talk now.”
Her voice dripped honey and sex. Still within her depths, his cock began to stir again.
His arms skated down her spine. He needed to touch her.
Everywhere.
Was her skin glowing? The pale flesh seemed strangely luminous in the dark, and her skin sure felt warm to the touch. But a human’s skin didn’t glow like it was lit by a fire from within.
I’m not even human, lover. The words from his dream whispered through his mind.
No, no, that—
“We can talk in the morning. I’ll explain everything to you—tomorrow. If you…want to know about me.”
Oh, yeah, he did. He wanted to know everything.
But not at that moment. He shoved the doubts and questions aside. For that night, they were just going to be a man and a woman. Two people who wanted each other very, very badly.
Dawn could bring out the truth.
For now…
Reluctantly, he lifted her body off his hips—and it was so easy. Like the woman was as light as a feather.
He was so ready to go another round.
“Don’t leave.”
What? Did he look like a moron? “I’ve gotta clean up.” Find another condom. “Then I’m coming back to bed.” He reached out a hand. Traced the line of her nipple. “Because I’m not even close to being done with you.” Would the next climax be as strong? Would he actually feel the power of her release again?
It was almost like he’d touched her soul.
He’d never been so close to another person. He knew that he should be scared, or at least a little alarmed, but—
He wasn’t. At least, not yet.
Though for a minute there, when her hand had pressed against his chest, he’d had an uncomfortable flash of poor Michael House.
He’d been too far gone to stop then, but apprehension had risen in the back of his mind, for just a moment.
Fucking ridiculous.
Cara wasn’t a killer. Her alibis had checked out. She was the best sex he’d ever had—the perfect lover—and he was a damn lucky man.
“Hurry back,” Cara whispered, and the husky sound of her voice made his cock twitch. He saw the white flash of her teeth as she smiled.
“Because I want you inside me again,” she said.
That was sure as hell where he wanted to be.
Yeah, dawn could bring reality. For now, he’d take his goddess and the dreams she offered to him.
The killer returned to the scene of the Dayton murder.
Going there was stupid—no denying it, but there really hadn’t been a choice for him. The compulsion to go to the scene had been too strong to resist.
A line of yellow police tape marked off the room. The door was closed. Sealed shut. The same garish plastic tape crisscrossed the windows.
He gave a moment’s thought to breaking into the hotel room, but decided the risk just wasn’t worth it. The body was long gone, so there really wasn’t a point to forcing—
A police cruiser circled the parking lot. Shit. He made a quick slide back into the shadows.
Damn it. It shouldn’t have happened this way. The plan had been different.
That poor bastard hadn’t even been on the list.
A door opened to the left. A young girl peeked out, then pushed a cleaning cart forward.
Perfect.
“Excuse me, miss…”
The girl let out a quick squeak of surprise.
He stepped into the light. The cops were gone. It was safe now. For the moment, anyway.