Tingles of pleasure traveled over her flesh, something she’d forgotten her body could do. “Daedalus.” Her voice shook. It wasn’t intentional, but his touch set off sensations she’d thought dead. This wasn’t like riding a bicycle, and she couldn’t move very well. What if she botched things so bad he laughed?
Releasing her nipple, he shifted his position and captured her mouth with an open growl. Surging his tongue inside, he drank in her kiss as if starved and she was the only sustenance.
A wave of desire crashed over her, shattering her doubts to dust. With her good hand, she grasped the back of his head and pulled him to her. For some reason, Daedalus still wanted her, even broken and ugly, and she craved him like oxygen. She was done suffocating and breathed him in.
Using his knees for balance, Daedalus tugged at his T-shirt. The sound of tearing sliced through the room as he pulled it from his back.
A glimpse of his sculpted chest sent her hand fluttering from his head, to his shoulder, to finally rest on the tattoo over his heart. A snake eating its own tail and a symbol of eternity. Strength and virility pulsed from her lover, and she absorbed all that she could.
She wanted to fuck him, ride him, make him beg for mercy. Lifting her leg around his waist, she clung to him lopsided. Her gaze traveled to her weak leg. It wasn’t paralyzed like her arm, but she couldn’t raise it off the bed.
With a snarl, she punched the mattress and yanked away from their kiss. “Get off.” Unshed tears burned her eyes, but she didn’t look away.
He hovered above her, hurt flowing over his face. “No.”
Snapping her eyes wider, she glared at him. The tears trickled over her cheeks unchecked. “I can’t do this.”
“We’ve just begun to try.”
“I—I can’t move like I want to,” she shouted.
He gave her a slow smile. “It only means I need less restraints.”
All the air left her lungs. She’d been inexperienced when she first encountered Daedalus. It was lust at first sight, and he’d introduced her to many delights in the bedroom prior to her injuries. Her sexual tastes ranged in the more vanilla flavor, but she had enjoyed rope play. Being at his mercy had always excited her.
He guided her weak leg back around his waist. “Maybe I can ask Pallas to hold it here for me?”
Her gasp echoed in the bedroom, followed by her laugh. “You’re such an ass.”
“You like my ass.” He ground the hard bulge in his jeans against her groin.
“I doubt I’m his type.” She worked her hand between them and undid the button.
“Who?”
“Pallas.”
“Anything with a pussy is his type.” Fangs rested on the pulse point of her throat. “And I was teasing. I never share.” He pierced her flesh with a single stroke.
She gasped. The black pit of sorrow growing in her heart faded a little. Oh how she missed playing in bed with him—the way his strong hands gripped her flesh as if she were made of the finest porcelain or how his soft lips contrasted his hard body. She arched her back into his embrace and clung to his shoulder. He hadn’t consumed any of her blood since before the attack. The medicines she took probably tainted her flavor, and she cringed at his possible reactions.
He made soothing noises as he petted her hair. His bite went deeper, and he swallowed with a moan.
She pulled his zipper open and cradled his stiff cock. Stroking the length, she worked him free of his jeans and directed it to the entrance of her pussy.
Her invitation couldn’t have been clearer. Daedalus thrust his tip inside, before retreating again.
The slight intrusion burned even with the wetness of her need. She was tight with neglect, but her lover would cure this problem.
With a slow assault, he entered and drew back, cock teasing yet not completely sliding into her core.
She gripped his ass and dug her nails into his steel flesh. “More…”
He released his bite. “It’s been so long.” Licking her small wound, he chuckled. “I can do this all night.”
“Not if you ever want to do this again.” She squirmed and tried to thrust him deeper, but her coordination sucked.
“You want me, Sugar?” He ran his hands along her sides, caressing her curves.
She sensed him shiver. “Fuck, yes.” When she had first met Daedalus, her trepidation of non-humans had driven her away from him and the shifters, but she learned acceptance. Once again, she had allowed fear to rule her life, but this time she’d tried to drive Daedalus away instead. What a fool she’d been.
He pushed farther in, but not all the way, before stroking back. Each thrust stretched her unused muscles with an exquisite burn. His breathing grew labored, not for need of air but for control. “You’re so tight.” He groaned as he slid inside.
The rough material of his jeans rubbed against her inner thighs, scraping a path of passion. He wanted her so desperately he hadn’t even undressed. Why? She couldn’t see what drove him wild with desire.
Their gazes locked, and she traced his sculpted cheekbones with her fingertips. So handsome. Looking at him made her chest ache. “I love you.”
“I was beginning to wonder if you still did.” His full lips curved in a smile as he slid to fill her.
Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. “Yes…”
He set a gentle, slow pace, grinding against her clitoris each time their bodies met.
Warmth built in her lower abdomen, spreading with growing bliss. Gibberish fell from her lips, encouraging her lover not to ever stop.
He covered her mouth with a kiss, hot and open. He claimed her like he’d done a thousand times before her injuries. Somehow he didn’t see a difference between the woman she was and the woman she'd become.
Bliss transformed to ecstasy, and she moaned, wild with need. She was still his Sugar, limp be damned.
His thrusts quickened and his rhythm became erratic.
She clung to him as best she could, not releasing his mouth. White light blinded her vision even though her eyes were closed as she reached her climax. Digging her nails into his ass, she rocked her hips, demanding deeper contact.
Arching over her, Daedalus shoved his cock in her wet pussy, crying out. Muscles stood out along his throat and his arms trembled. “Oh, yes!” He stayed still and spilled his seed inside of her, then he finally took a breath and collapsed. “Oh, yes.” This time he whispered it in her ear.
Chapter Six
What just happened? Daedalus rolled off Sugar and stared at the ceiling. The sound of shattering glass had spurred him to race into his bedroom. Finding Sugar naked and falling toward a mass of mirror shards was the last thing he’d expected.
And she wondered what drew him to her. He chuckled while struggling for breath. She always did the unexpected, and for a creature his age that was as good as magic.
“What’s so funny?” She laid her head on his shoulder.
“How unpredictable you are.” He twisted to gaze at her. A flush tinged her cheeks, and sweaty curls plastered her forehead. She’d never looked more beautiful. “I thought you had knocked over a vase or something. Not attacked my furniture. Next time you don’t like the décor, just ask Stephen to move it.”
She sputtered then did her best to turn her back to him.
He struggled with his grin and forced a more somber expression. Her anger was welcome. It was better than the apathy drowning her these last few months. He knew why his mirror lay in pieces. She didn’t see the same courageous and determined woman he saw.
Where he perceived strength and spirit, she spotted weakness and deformity. So her left side was feeble? He was bald and sported pointy ears. No one was perfect. Flaws made people interesting.