Free FALL (The Senses) by Cindy Paterson Page B

face
whenever he needed.
    Slipping
his hands beneath the edge of her silk panties, he tugged them further and
further downward until they glided from her body, then he slid a hand back up
until he felt the wetness cling to his fingers. The words tore from his throat,
“Sweet Jesus, baby.”
    He
slipped his finger up and inside her. His body reacted like a bomb detonating
as he pushed in and out of her, succulent moisture making his finger slide
easily. More. He needed more of her. He needed her part of him, meshed as one
and he couldn’t deny it any longer.
     
     
    Delara
knew Waleron lost control the moment his finger, then fingers, entered her
moisture. She writhed against his fierce plunges, sparks of intense emotions
zipping in and out of her so fast that deciphering them was impossible.
    All she
knew was that she loved this man.
    She
heard him say once but it was a word, not an action. She had faith in
what was between them—and it was far from just one night. How could he walk
away after finally finding one another again? She’d hoped, no prayed, that he’d
realize what they shared was beyond either of their powers to resist.
    There
was no question that Waleron had returned a different man, someone she barely
recognized, with eyes cold and lacking the teasing glint she had known. In the
Realm, she’d seen his fury, known probably before any other in the room that
his torrid emotions could be calamitous. It was his new darkness she failed to
recognize, an evil shadow that filled him as though something had eaten away at
all his decency and left a cold, empty shell. In the Realm she saw his coiled
snake tattoo shifting over his skin. She saw its eyes changing from black to
red and its body slithering over his ear and she spoke telepathically,
desperate to ease Waleron’s anger before he killed Tarek and the council
punished him for it.
    She
suspected whatever happened to Waleron was so horrific that even she may never
be able to handle hearing the truth. Her Waleron now came with this darkness
living inside him and she was uncertain how to read it. But, when he stood at
her door tonight and she caught a glimpse of the man she waited for her whole
life, it no longer mattered. She would take him regardless.
    Whatever
he’d been through would take years to fade from his memory, maybe it never
would. Always a private man, Delara knew he would have difficulty letting her
in. But she was determined that this powerful man who had escaped the clutches
of a Lilac to save her life would unburden his horror to her when he was ready.
Until then, she’d be strong enough for both of them.
    His
fingers weaved into her hair and held her still as their eyes met. She saw his
square jaw clench as he restrained himself from plunging into her with force.
His erection pulsated at her entrance and she knew any other man would not be
able to control his instinct to be inside, but this was Waleron and he was the
magnificence of self-discipline. She figured he learned it because he was
responsible for the Senses. He was impeccable when it came to protecting them
and keeping his oath to the Goddess. 
    He
squeezed hair again while his other hand stroked her breasts with a familiarity
that needed no guidance. She was breathing hard, her urgency heightening as he
waited to join them. She wanted to beg him to end the torment, but begging never
worked with Waleron. Ever.
    He
plunged with one swift movement and she gasped, eyes closing, back arching and
her legs wrapping around his waist, taking in all of him.
    He was
rough, urgent, and she met him with her own crazed need, gripping his broad
shoulders. She pushed upward to meet his every thrust, her body awakening a
fervor beyond her imagination. His neck muscles strained, eyes staring down at
her as if he was memorizing every one of her expressions. She met his stare
boldly, their bodies writhing together, sweat clinging to their skin and
bringing them closer.
    “Waleron,”
she said between