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them and poured rain onto the earth.
"I need you, Jaxon." Each word was enunciated softly. "You cannot leave me alone in this world. I need
you." Whips of lightning sizzled and danced all around them. Thunder cracked and boomed. "You cannot
leave me alone."
"I know, I know," she whispered back, pressing closer, an offering in the midst of the world crashing
down around them. "I don't know what happened, what I was thinking. I'm sorry, Lucian. I'm sorry."
"You do not have to say that. Never say that." His mouth was moving over hers again, hot and needy
with fear and rising desire. "I have to know you are here with me."
"I am here. I won't leave you. It isn't you." She was crying, her hands sliding under his shirt to touch the
solid reality of him. He was real, and he was her only comfort, her only sanity. She had hurt him; she felt
it radiating from him, deep and intense, along with the terror gripping his soul. She lifted her head to meet
him kiss for kiss, giving herself to him, wanting only to comfort and be comforted.
Lucian was consuming her, devouring her, his mouth everywhere, the rain on her bare skin, on their bare
skin. He had removed their clothing so quickly, so easily, with a mere impatient thought in his mind.
It took Jaxon a few moments to realize he was enraged, the terrible ferocity of the storm reflecting the
blackness of his mood. But his enormously strong arms held her with such gentleness, it turned her heart
over. "I need you with me, angel. You still do not see, no matter how often I try to tell you, to show you."
All around them the earth moved and split, great gaping cracks in the rocks. "Without you I have no
reason to live. I need you. Really need you. Put your legs around my waist." He whispered the command
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to her even as his teeth were scraping over her frantic pulse. "Right now, Jaxon, I need you, need to be
inside you, need you surrounding me with your heat and light. I need to feel you are safe and alive and
nothing can harm you."
He was everywhere, his hands exploring, inflaming, his body so hard and aggressive, taut with terrible
need, terrible hunger, that Jaxon obeyed him almost blindly. His hunger was intense, the storm increasing
rather than waning, a true barometer of his urgent desire.
"You cannot leave me alone to live in an empty world with no light or laughter. You cannot leave me
alone."
His voice was raw, his beautiful voice raw with his fear and relentless hunger for her alone. His hair was
soaked, the thick ebony strands hanging down his back. He looked wild and untamed. He looked what
he was: dangerous and unpredictable. Yet Jaxon wasn't afraid. She clung to him, needing him with the
same urgency, wanting only to feel the strength of his arms, of his possession, his body moving in hers, his
mouth feeding at her breast, his soul anchoring hers in this chaos.
Her legs slipped around his waist, and she eased her body over the hard length of him. He filled her
instantly, making her gasp with the unexpected pleasure. The storm intensified, lightning slashing through
the gray sky. The sun tried valiantly to rise, but the ominous, swirling black clouds were thick and dark,
preventing the light from penetrating to their sensitive skin. Still, Jaxon felt the first prickling of unease at
the muted light. Tears were streaming down her face, her eyes burning, her lungs gasping for air from the
strangling sobs wracking her as they clung to each other in a wild tango of life-affirming love.
His arms were like steel, holding her safe, his body moving aggressively in hers, yet he was so
heartbreakingly tender, his mouth warm and loving on her skin. "Stop crying, angel. You have to stop
now," he whispered against her rain-soaked hair. "We can get through anything as long we are together. I
cannot ever be without you. You are the air I breathe. You are in my soul, my heart. Look into my mind,
into my memories, see my life, empty and endless without you. You could never contemplate such a thing
if you knew the way I needed you. I cannot be alone again."
"I didn't know what I was doing," she denied.
He believed her. Her mind had been so chaotic, so filled with sorrow that she was running blindly,
without real thought. Not once had she been thinking about destroying what she had become. Her
thoughts had been centered solely on the tragedy. He found he could take a real breath, forcing air into [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]