Page 103 of A Touch of Crimson
She wrapped her silken arms around his neck and tucked her knees on either side of his. Thrusting her hips, she rode him, taking him swift and hard with fluidly graceful undulations.
She was formidable now, and she devastated him with pleasure. The rhythmic slap of her pelvis against his was so erotic, he bit his lower lip to hold off the onslaught of orgasm. Not yet… Too soon… Make it last…
“Don’t hold back,” she moaned. “I’m waiting for you.”
He caught her nape in his hand, pulling her mouth to his. Their lips sealed, their panting breaths mingling as they climaxed together. Quaking with the power of it. Shaken by the pure, unadulterated connection between them. No restraints.
At last.
“Elijah, too?” Lindsay asked, her fingers stroking across Adrian’s chest. “He went with them?”
“His body wasn’t among the dead, so I assume so, yes.” That hurt her. Elijah’s actions could very well pit him against the man she loved.
She thought of the message the lycan had left on her phone, the date of his call falling after the uprising. He wanted to see her and asked for her help. And because he was her friend, she wanted to give it to him. She was divided on all sides, beholden to damn near everyone for saving her ass at some point. “What will we do?”
Turning his head, Adrian pressed his lips to her forehead. “We recuperate and regroup. Then we assess the damage and start rebuilding.”
“But there are so few of you now.”
“We can do it.” He sounded so sure.
“How well do you trust your Sentinels?”
“With my life.”
She blew out her breath. “The person who snatched me from the Point and took me to Syre…”
“Yes?”
“…sported wings.”
Adrian jerked with surprise.
“I’m sorry.” She attempted to soothe him with soft strokes of her hand over his chest. “I didn’t get a look at who it was. I was knocked out from behind with some kind of Vulcan neck squeeze.”
He was quiet for a long time, but the turmoil he felt was reflected in the howling winds that surrounded the house.
“You hide your emotions so well,” she said quietly. “But the weather gives you away.”
He looked down at her with widened eyes. “How do you know that?”
“I feel the weather in you. I’m kinda attuned to that sort of thing. I feel emotions through the wind. It talks to me. It used to warn me about inhumans, too, but I sense the differences on my own now. I guess my weather radar was truly mine and not an echo of Shadoe’s abilities.”
His mouth curved in one of his rare full smiles.
“What?” Lindsay was dazzled by that smile and curious about its cause.
“I’ve prayed for a sign—any sign at all—that the Creator would absolve me of guilt for falling in love. When the weather began to respond to my moods, I thought it was to remind me of my shortcomings. But perhaps it was the sign I asked for, a gift to bring you to me.”
“That’s beautiful.”
“And hopeful, which I need right now. We all do.”
She hugged him. “When I was younger, I used to think my sixth sense made me a freak.”
“No. It makes you mine.”
They lay in silence for a while. Lindsay almost dozed, lulled by the steady cadence of Adrian’s heartbeat and the feel of his warm, solid body pressed against hers.
