Free Warriors of Poseidon 01.5 - Wild Hearts in Atlantis by authors_sort

her into his arms. Bent his head to kiss her, knowing even as he did that he was lost. When his lips touched her, a touchstone deep inside his soul unleashed a torrent like unto the one that had driven Atlantis to its undersea destiny.
     
    More, more.
     
    An ember of sanity struggled to surface, bearing thoughts of Poseidon, Conlan, and Atlantis. Duty and honor and mission.
     
    But desire swamped sanity. Longing triumphed over logic. He needed, by the gods, he needed, and he had never needed anything in his four centuries as he needed the taste of this woman.
     
    He swept his tongue into her mouth and kissed her with all the desperate wanting she provoked in him, and wonder of wonders, she kissed him back.
     
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    Kat's mind raged at the feel of him, the heat of him, and the steel of muscle under skin that trembled at her touch. She caught her breath at the first touch of his lips and was lost. Her breath, his breath, they mingled together in a kiss that lasted longer than an eternity, shorter than a thought. Caught up in the strength of his powerful arms, she melted against him, sank into his strength, surrendered her willing spirit to him.
     
    This moment was hers, no matter what may follow it. He was hers, if only for a night.
    She smiled against his lips, and her cat purred inside her. For one moment trapped in starlight, wrapped in desire, the two sides of her dual-natured existence came together as one.
     
    "You are mine, then, for this night? You freely give yourself into my care?" he asked, no, demanded of her.
     
    The fierce longing in his tone carried any lingering hesitation away on its currents. She was desired, and she desired. Nothing had ever felt so right to her as this one moment, her body wrapped in the arms of a warrior.
     
    "I am yours," she said, relinquishing her control and trusting him with everything she had. "I am yours."
     
    Bastien did not ask again. He'd been granted permission, now it was in him to take. To take and to give and to bring an end to this pain of wanting that had swamped him since he'd first caught sight of her face, terrified but filled with grim resolve, two years past.
     
    He lifted her off the floor and, hands firmly grasping her rounded hips, swung around to find her bedroom. She gasped and he took her mouth again, plundering. Possessing.
     
    Mine. The voice in his head demanded he claim her, mark her, brand her as his own.
     
    Cherish her, protect her, keep her for the long centuries of my existence.
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    His body demanded something more urgent and immediate. He hardened even further against her, his cock straining against the robe she wore, as he reached her bed. He slowly released her to slide down his body and reached between them to untie the cord that kept him from feeling her shower-damp skin against his heated flesh.
     
    As he pushed the edges of her garment from her shoulders, the creamy skin thus revealed damn near brought him to his knees before her. He pulled in a sharp breath and then reconsidered.
     
    "On my knees seems a fitting tribute to your beauty, my lady Kat," he murmured against her hair, against her throat, against the swell of her breasts as he sank to the floor in front of her.
     
    She bent and cupped his face between her hands, golden eyes huge in her pale face.
    "But…"
     
    "Shh," he whispered. "Let me learn the secrets of your body. Let me touch you and taste you and know you." He captured the tip of one breast in his mouth and licked and suckled on it, gently at first, then strongly, until she moaned and made a helpless thrusting motion with her hips.
     
    Then he transferred his mouth to her other breast and replaced his lips with his fingers on the first, gently squeezing and lightly pinching the nipple as he sucked on its twin, until he heard her moaning again, this time his name. She twined her fingers