And with a simple thought he was on top, lifting her legs and hooking them on the inside of his elbows so he could slam into her. Their bodies slapped together, yet it was muted, buffeted by the vibrations of their souls in time with their movements. He knew where to touch, where to taste.
Carlo tweaked her tanned nipples between his fingers. Laved her clit with his hot tongue. Squeezed her ass in demand. All of it happened at once, the mind making it real. They were impossibly connected. Her pussy clamped around his cock, but her mouth was there too, sucking at the tip, her tongue dancing under the head. Impossible yet possible. Nanshe raked her nails over his nipples and her teeth were at his throat.
Fuck, he could taste her on his tongue.
The unimaginable ability of their coming together was layered, faceted by their needs and desires. How could anyone deny this? Fight against it? He wanted to yell her name, wanted to hear her scream his.
And so he did.
Nanshe!
“Carlo!”
Soundwaves danced within his skull, swinging into focus the sounds he’d been missing. Right there, in his head, he heard her whimpers, the soft, wet music of her mouth around his cock, the glide of his thick cock within her.
All of it danced over his senses.
This was madness.
“Stay with me. Give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
His wolf couldn’t deny her, couldn’t stop the mewling cry of acceptance and mirroring need. Cinnamon and earth. The dirt and the air. They were opposites yet tied to each other. He couldn’t separate where one started and one ended.
When the Chaos had taken his mind, the world was scary. He was trapped in the darkness, watching what went on from his shackles and unable to interact. If he was angered, he hurt others. Sad, he wailed and cried until he could barely breathe. Happiness was laughter until he choked, afraid he wouldn’t breathe again. Every simple emotion or reaction was exacerbated until he hated to feel anything.
Primo controlled those emotions, pulling them—and him—like a master puppeteer.
And oh, how Carlo had danced.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Nanshe clenched on his cock, dragging him from the memories, the fear, and back into her heat. He was once again pumping into her, muscles bunching in his back with each thrust. He pushed harder, chasing that connection again to wash out the bitterness of the past.
Honey danced on his tongue, sweetening the taste until he could stand the moments in his head. Carlo swallowed it down, using it to soothe the aching pounding of his heart.
“Let me.”
They flipped once more, falling endlessly, yet it happened in seconds. She lifted, straddling him, and he palmed her thighs. Her tits bounced as she moved up and down on him, harder and harder. Pleasure spiraled up his gut, filling his belly and up to his heart. From that point, it spread, suffusing every cell.
More, Nanshe. Fuck yes.
The words were unnecessary, but he said them anyway. Shared with her how much he wanted her. Nanshe swirled her hips, sliding up and down his length faster than humanly possible. The friction warmed him immensely, a heat that had him gasping.
Every layer of their lovemaking wrapped into one until explosions set off throughout his body and Nanshe screamed. Glittering stars burst apart in the sky. With each shock they came, their pleasure rebounded into one another through the melding of their beings, their souls.
Bodies disappeared, and they were once more turned into mists, there and yet not. If climaxing were a sound, even that slithered through them, vibrating their cells. Carlo cried out again, sending another wave over them until Nanshe answered.
And then they were real, slamming into the ground. Carlo wrapped his arms around Nanshe to cushion her fall, the hard earth alien after the magnificent sense of what they’d done. Carlo blinked, trying to bring the world into focus, but things were too bright.
“Carlo? Nanshe?”
That voice. It was familiar. Important.
Carlo frowned. “Who are you?”
“What?”
“Give him time. He’s coming out of the Chaos.”
