Free Darksider: Reveler Series 3 by Erin Kellison

response. He stroked downward, across her belly, and lower. She arched, but he didn’t break his kiss. She whimpered, but he only stroked deeper, to her center, where his dexterous fingers unknotted her nerve endings so that he could puppet them. When his thumb brushed her, lightning crackled throughout her core.
    God. She gripped the headboard with one hand and grabbed hold of the arm supporting his weight with her other. If he was going to do it like this, he’d just have to support the both of them.
    He pulled back from the kiss slightly, a mischievous smile curling one side of his mouth, a gleam in his eye. And then his teeth went for her earlobe, his stroke below unforgiving.
    Patience? She wasn’t known for it. Where had he come by his? No, wait, she didn’t want to think about that now. Just the question made her heart hurt.
    She’d been so long without sex that she couldn’t help but come, trembling at the stroke of his fingers, though it wasn’t the way she’d wanted it to go with him. No sooner had the tremors passed than his mouth was suddenly there, his morning stubble rough, chafing, but with a hard pull, her vision went white and she rocked harder. If she once had willpower, she’d ceded it to him. Here. Have it. I’m done for. Call the Adria brothers, though.
    Her limbs were heavy, and she throbbed just shy of pain. “But—”
    He understood again. “I’m just getting to that.”
    It was a good thing he was so strong because she had very little muscle control left. He lifted and turned her so that she was on her knees facing away from him. Another deft touch at her hips, and she arched for him. Two orgasms had made her super sensitized and tight, so when he finally pushed home—slow and deliberate—every single nerve ending jangled, crying out in welcome like a damn parade.
    He rode her there, his face buried at the back of her neck, arm across her chest, a hand tight on a breast. The other secured and guided her weight at his hips. She had only his muscle to keep from falling, but she didn’t care, blindly trusting. The unhurried intensity with which he stroked inside her confirmed that this was not the same man, and she’d have to learn him all over again.
    At her peril, of course.
     
    ***
     
    And that’s how it was done.
    If Harlen had a cigar handy, he’d have been tempted to smoke it.
    Sera—gorgeous Sera—was in a boneless sprawl on top of him. She was luscious, just round enough at her hips to dimple, a spot that he stroked lightly with his fingertips. And she was dazed. He’d dazed her. God, it was good to be alive.
    She groaned.
    He chuckled.
    And then she pushed up to see his face. Accomplished the feat with one of her elbows digging into his chest. It hurt, but he didn’t think she was capable of much more.
    “Yes?” he asked.
    She heaved a sigh as if she’d climbed a mountain. “If you’re done showing off, can I please love you?”
    Love him. She’d said the L word. It had taken him two years to get it out of her before.
    He controlled his exultation by mocking her with a lifted brow. “You can actually move?”
    Her expression went fretful. “It’s just I want—”
    “That’s okay,” he said. He wanted that, too. “I’ll help.”
     
    ***
     
    “So,” said Sera, clearing the dishes from the bar. The blood in her system had transformed to liquid euphoria. Every motion felt surreal. She ached all over—and on the inside, too—but it felt so good that she relished every sensation. It was like flying, or like dreaming. “I can make more crepes.”
    For lunch, apparently.
    Her T-shirt was still in a heap on the floor. She’d grabbed other clothes when they’d finally stirred from the bed.
    Harlen was half-dressed, too, rummaging in his coat pockets. But at the mention of crepes, he lifted his gaze and shot her a scorching look.
    Her body tingled all over in response. “Or a fat stack of pancakes?” A little heartier.
    “I’ll leave it to your