Rise of the Dark Alpha

Chapter 456  Love in the Moonlight

~ ZEV ~

He still had his hands fisted in the wet furs spread over the rock behind her. When he let it go, it stayed there, the weight of it keeping it stuck to the flat rock.

At first he resisted. She kissed him and he kissed her back—enthusiastically, he'd missed her terribly, but he'd been terrified of missing something that put her in danger.

Soon, though, he couldn't think of anything but touching her. Fisting one hand in her hair and sliding the other to her waist, he pulled her in close and deepened the kiss.

And deepened it.

He wanted to devour her. Thankfully, she seemed just as hungry for him as he was for her, stifling her own groans and whimpers as she grasped at his chest and hooked a leg around his.

Leaning down, he kissed his way down her neck, pulling her up, half-out of the water to rest her ass on the wet furs and bring them together.

He'd meant to go more slowly, but she rubbed herself on him and had to break the kiss. She leaned back into his hands, her breasts fully out of the water and the cold night air prickling her already hard nipples to rivet points.

She leaned back on the rock, both arms back to brace, arching to press herself into his sucking kiss, her heels nudging his ass to urge him against her.

Zev groaned and gave up, rolling his hips and rubbing himself against her until he found her and almost took her.

She sucked in again, one hand slapping to his back to pull him in. She opened her mouth like she'd speak, but he took it in in a kiss as he thrust into her.

There was a noise she made when he entered her that threatened to steal his control every time. Half-gasp, half-sob, it was as if she was ecstatic to find him, and marveling at the universe in the same breath.

He understood the feeling.

Yet, she'd thought he suddenly didn't want her anymore? A growl rolled low in his chest and her fingers tightened on his back. Her mouth had fallen open when he entered her, but she was holding back—not even breathing.

Something about the enforced silence made everything else feel that much more.

He wanted to say her name, to tell her how stunning she was, laid out in front of him, arched back over the rock, braced on one arm, but the other up to grab at his shoulder, her legs curled around his lower back, her breasts shining from the water, and bobbing in the low light until he had to look back at her face because he was going to come watching that.

He couldn't tell her how beautiful she was, but he could show her. Worship at the temple of her body, silently kiss his devotion into her skin, pray for her pleasure.

He leaned down into her ear and rasped, "Hold on."

She bit her lip as he curved one hand behind her neck, then grasped her thigh with the other and began to rock into her, leveraging his own weight against hers.

Sasha's breath caught with every thrust, but she didn't make a sound that any human would hear.

Zev, gasping with his own need, and almost weeping at the joy on her face, was overwhelmed. His body screaming for her.

She clapped a hand to his neck and clung to his rock behind her, her mouth open but not breathing as he slid deeper and deeper, then pulled all the way out to start again.

Her head fell back, a silent cry on her lips, and he nipped at her throat, swallowing his own groan when her skin pebbled again, then opening his mouth over the spot to soothe it.

Then, as their pleasure grew and their desperation with it, they settled into a rhythm. Sasha giving resistance by bracing, Zev pulling her onto him in thrusts that made the water ripple around his hips.

A tiny, keen whimper broke from her throat. Her eyes were closed as she gave herself over to the pleasure of him.

Unable to resist, he lifted a shaking hand from where he'd cupped her neck, to stroke her face, her neck, her breasts. Then he cupped her jaw and leaned in to kiss her so frantically, she trembled and sucked on his tongue.

Zev!

She gasped into his kiss, then stifled whatever else she'd been about to say in his mind, remembering his command to be quiet.

Sasha, he groaned in her head. Look at me.

Her eyes flew open and he held her gaze, still loving her with his body more desperately with every moment.

I love you. I will always want you. Always.

I always want you too!

Only you, Sasha, he rasped. Forever.

I love you, Zev! she cried. Don't stop!

He bit his lip and pounded into her again.

She went silent in his head again as he groaned and leaned over her, bracing on the rock, sliding his hand down to her lower back and pulling her against him. His thrusts were ragged, jolting, the water slapping and rippling from the force of their movements.

Her breath came short puffs, but she didn't speak as she tightened around him again and again, her sweet heat calling to him.

A minute later, her breath was ragged, but she still hadn't found her climax. He couldn't leave her like this—but his body was screaming for release.

So shifting slightly, murmuring at her to hold onto him and not let go, he reached between them, finding the spot where they joined with the pad of his thumb and pressing up, again and again, rubbing over that bundle of nerves until she not only clenched around him, but began to keen.

Then, on his fifth pass, as he thrust, she sucked in to scream his name, and he took her mouth, swallowing her cries until she shuddered and went loose in his arms, just as his orgasm slammed through his body like an electric current.

He made a strangled cry as he tried not to make sound, rocking and shuddering as the wave swept over him. Then they both collapsed, boneless and shaking.