Silvia Day by Pleasures of the Night Page A

you.”
    “Why?” His arched brow refuted her claim.
    “Because of the way you hold me, and the way you make me feel.” Tossing her leg over his hip, Lyssa pushed him to his back and came over him again. “You really don’t have antennae, right?”
    He grinned, and her heart stopped. “Right. Guardians are very similar to humans.”
    She licked the tip of his nose, then his lips, then his nipple, which hardened beneath her tongue. “I wanted you when it was dark in here,” she whispered. “Just as much as I want you now.”
    Sliding lower, she followed the happy trail of silky hair down the rippling muscles of his abdomen. He tensed and arched into her mouth, his hips thrusting in demand, making her feel every silken inch of hard cock between her breasts.
    “Want me to go lower?” she asked, knowing damn well he did.
    “I want you to make love to me. In whatever way you want.”
    Make love to me.
    Startled at his choice of words, she looked up the length of his torso to meet his gaze. Seeing the austere vulnerability in his handsome features, Lyssa’s eyes burned with tears, making his visage blurry. Suddenly their intimacy felt intensely, hauntingly personal.
    It would kill her when he left. She didn’t know how she would bear it.
    But he was worth it. Where he was concerned, she’d take what she could get and be glad of it.
    “I’ve come to realize that I feel the same,” he murmured in that deep rumble she loved.
    Aidan looked up at the blond beauty who lay atop him and was content for the first time in centuries. He felt the depth of Lyssa’s affection in every glance, every touch, every word she spoke, and he hungered for it. Needed it.
    “Hurry,” she said urgently, as impatient as he was to be connected in every way possible.
    He reversed their positions and ripped away the tiny scrap of lace that held her thong to her hip. Taking her mouth with fervent intensity, he reached between her legs and found her slick and hot. His cock jerked in eagerness to be inside her, to be one with her so that nothing could keep them apart.
    With reverent fingers he parted her, finding her clit and stroking it with cream-coated fingers, coaxing it from its hood. She moaned into his kiss, her legs falling open, her body undulating in rhythm with his touch.
    Leaning his weight on one arm, Aidan settled his hips between hers, his fingers leaving her swollen sex to take his cock in hand. He used the head of his dick to tease her, to arouse her, rubbing it through the liquid evidence of her desire. All the while his tongue fucked her mouth in a deliberate imitation of what was to come. What he longed for more than his next breath.
    And he wasn’t alone in his rampant hunger. Lyssa gave as good as she got.
    His thoughts were filled with the lewd and lascivious dialogue she was having in her mind, cravings so raw they drenched his skin with sweat. He’d discovered that facet of her sexual desire the first time they made love. Lyssa thought of sex in language so carnal, his balls drew up, aching to be emptied inside her. Her hands clenched andunclenched convulsively at his sides. He snatched one of her wrists and made her grip his cock.
    Tearing his mouth from hers, he bit her earlobe and growled, “Feel how hard you make me? I’d have to ride you for days to get my fill. Nonstop, deep, hard fucking.”
    Lyssa’s chest heaved with labored breaths and her skin became as hot as his, then hotter, so that it burned him. She was his oasis, his angel, but when it came to sex with him, she liked it just the way he did—no holds barred. No barriers. Just pure, raw carnality binding them together.
    “And you’re so tiny,” he taunted, feeling her desire swell as mental images acted out the words he spoke. “Your cunt so deliciously tight. I can’t wait to feel that again…The way your pussy grips my cock as I work it into you…”
    She turned her head and bit his neck with no gentleness, just before she lifted her hips