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At the first touch of her lips a thousand years of restraint was lost. The caged beast he had always kept under such tight control, howled and threw itself at the bars of his restraint. His mouth moved under hers and their tongues met in a fierce exploration. His hand cupped the back of her head holding her to him. You are mine, Asta, you always have been. And this is where you are supposed to be,' he told her' in my arms, naked, needing me, open to my touch.' Her hair was a canopy around them and he groaned at the feel of it brushing his arms and chest as his mouth continued to feed on hers.
The scent and warmth of her surrounded him, like the steam rising from the hot spring that heated the air around them, making his hands and lips slip over her damp skin. His lips traveled from her mouth to the pulse at her neck, hungry for the taste of her. His tongue caressed the throbbing vein with a sensuous lick, feeling it beat in time with the thick blood that thudded through him. At the promise of the sweet taste so close, his teeth sharpened. He pulled her up and over, holding her hard against his aching erection.
He pushed on her shoulders until she was braced on her arms over him. With open palms he caressed taut nipples on her perfect breasts. Sparks danced along her nerve endings sending sensations shooting through her to her deepest core. Asta felt boneless, pliant, she sobbed and melted into him wanting more. His hand gently closed around her, reveling in their weight against him. His head fell back, 'Good, oh God, this is so good.'
His hands skimmed over her slender back down over her hips, he pushed himself against her loosing his breath when she closed her legs at the unfamiliar feel of him, unintentionally trapping him between thighs. The breath left his body in a rush. With a slow seductive rhythm he thrust against the silky wetness he'd called from her. "Feel me, Asta. Feel what you do to me," he moved deliberately, drawing a cry of longing from her.
She gave herself over to the wonder of him. The intensity of the pleasure he was building in her, taking her to the edge. Her mouth open on his chest, she sucked and kissed at him. Her sharpened teeth teased him with the promise of ecstasy as they ran over his pulse, the muscle over his heart bunching in anticipation. Her mouth hovered over his nipple, her tongue touching it, a question. 'Yes,' he hissed and they both groaned as her mouth took him into her.
He feasted and caressed wherever his mouth and hands touched her. But, no matter what he did it wasn't enough. A red haze of lust filled his mind.
He lay back watching her. She appeared an offering to him. Her supple shape draped over him. His gaze narrowed and his mouth grew dry as she deliberately sat up. He saw all of her. Her hair decorating her small waist and full hips. Her legs on either side of him holding her open to his gaze. He watched his hand as it unerringly made its way to the hot, moist flesh at her center. His long, elegant fingers danced over the blonde curls, searching for and finding the source of her passion. Her eyes opened wide with surprise and longing, then closed as she silently begged for more.
He rolled over, never taking his hands from her, lying her next to him. His teeth and lips running back and forth over her, teasing her nipples until she cried out at their touch. His hand circled and caressed her. He sweetly tortured her with his touch. Fast, then slow. Light, then hard, her hips moved to the rhythm he set. She was losing all sense of self, all she knew was him, his touch, his desire. His blue eyes, framed by the dark black hair that fell over his face, never left hers. His lips and tongue played at her full breasts while he watched her every expression. She was so wet, his fingers slipped over her. She was so hot, she was burning him. His voice was deep as his lips moved on her soft flesh, "Meu Zeu, Asta, you are killing me."
His fingers played at her entrance, her hips ground against him, needing more than the gentle brush of his hand. He knew what she wanted, but he was entranced by the feel of her most intimate parts. As he suckled and soothed her breasts. His hand tormented her at her core. He found the hard evidence of her desire, rubbing it hard and then softly running his finger around it. Giving her his palm to push against and then withdrawing to pass his hand over all of her. Returning again and again to moist heat at her opening until tempted beyond his limits, he pushed his finger in and pulled hard and deep at the nipple in his mouth. He felt her muscles clench tight, her hands twisting in his dark hair. She screamed his name and her response flowed out of her drenching them both.
He rested on his elbow at her side leaning over her. Gently, he stroked the hyper-sensitive flesh with a hand that glistened with her pleasure. "More, Asta, that is not enough," he breathed "I am going to bathe in you 'til dawn."
Nolan held himself away from her as he rose over her. "Merge with me, Asta. Let me feel what you are feeling. Know what I feel." His eyes raked over her body and his mouth covered hers again
Asta heard the words that would bind them for eternity pounding through his head. 'You are my lifemate, I claim you as my lifemate' he spoke them in the old language. There was such beauty and passion in his words they brought tears to her eyes. Without thinking Asta pushed the hair covering her neck away, her only thought to give to him all that she was. She could feel his need of her, not just of his body but of his soul. Although, there wasn't a part of them that wasn't touching the other, they would both remain forever alone and incomplete until they shared the essence of each other's life and he bonded them fully with the words. Her hand reached down and gently guided him to her.
Merged with her, Nolan felt her embrace their fate. Her desire to give to him and to take from him the blood that would seal them together. Her body was moving restlessly against him, needy. 'Nolan, say the words. Take my blood and my body. Give to me yours. Make me whole.' She shifted beneath him trying to take him deeper. 'Make me yours,' her voice sang in his head.
His body had been on fire since he entered her tent at the carnival, when she'd come apart in his arms his mind had gone blank with need. Asta was in him, living his emotions, his need became hers. She wrapped her arms around him, lifted her head and claimed the pulse on his chest with her mouth. Her teeth bit into him and his hot, ancient blood filled her veins. A growl of pleasure came from him. Lightning bolts of pleasure crashed through him. He moved without conscious thought and surged deep.
Asta's mind exploded as she felt the pain and pleasure of his possession. His body and his blood changing her forever. Nolan felt her body clasp him tight, the joy filling her as he drove into her. Her lips and her heat ravishing his control. She drank deep, thrilling at the richness of his blood. He was in her mind, he could taste himself with her tongue. Feel his thick, length stretching her, pushing her pleasure higher. Asta pulled away and licked his wound closed. Her hands ran over his face and back, at her every touch passion coursed through his veins. The ritual words spilled out of him and into her. "I belong to you, I offer my life for you," each word tying them forever together, "You are bound to me for all eternity. You are always in my care."
Nolan," she moved with him, against him. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him close. She was edgy, anxious, wanting something more. There were no other words to express her thoughts, her neediness. 'Nolan!'
His bared his teeth and bent his head to her neck. His lips settled over the pulse there, he licked once. Her pulse jumped as if at his command. His teeth were throbbing with the same burning desire he felt below. He pierced her skin and at the sweet, hot taste of her blood, he made a sound in his throat that was more animal than man. His hips jerked, he thrust faster, harder, taking Asta with him.
He was so deep inside her he was touching her womb, his teeth were buried in her neck drinking in her spirit, her life. They would never be apart. Her mind would always be open to his call. Her body would always crave his touch. He basked in the rightness of it, 'Lifemate.'
At the hoarse sound of his voice claiming her, the steadily building pressure inside Asta shattered. The muscles surrounding Nolan quivered then contracted, squeezing him hard. He felt her liquid passion pour over him. Her nails dug into his back, she held him like she would never let him go. Their every movement taking them to a higher level, carrying them to the sun. He never wanted it to end. The words she cried out at her release echoed off the walls and in his ears, and in his mind, 'I love you!' He slammed into her once more and lost himself in her.
