January in Atlantis - Alyssa Day (red white royal blue .txt) 📗
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“You sound more cheerful than you have in a long time, honey, but like you have a cold. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m working on it, Gramps. I’m working on me. It sounds silly, but I think I’m finding the person I was before— No. I’m finding the person I was meant to be, and I kind of like her.”
“I knew you would, sweetheart. Always remember that I love you, and come see an old man pretty soon, okay?”
She had to agree. So, standing there, alone in the moonlight, knowing that there was a very high chance that she was going to die that very night, Eva promised her grandfather that she’d visit soon.
When she ended the call and collapsed in tears, the door opened and strong arms caught her before she could fall.
Flynn lifted Eva into his embrace and stepped back into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. Then he stood there with an armful of weeping woman and no idea of what to do with her. He thought kissing her might help, but her hands were covering her face, so she probably wasn’t in the mood for that. Dammit.
He wasn’t particularly good with women, at least the kind of relationships that lasted longer than a casual week or two. He definitely wasn’t good with tears. He’d rather face a rogue vampire, unarmed, than a woman’s tears. “Eva? Honey?” He bent and placed her ever so carefully on the edge of her couch and smoothed her hair away from her face. Eva looked up at him.
He’d seen women before who could cry and still look beautiful.
Eva wasn’t one of them.
Her face had turned blotchy, her eyes were red, and her nose was swollen.
Right at that exact moment in time, Flynn felt—actually felt—his heart turn over in his chest.
“When our grandchildren ask how I knew you were the one, I’m going to tell them it’s because you looked so bad when you were crying,” he blurted out, and then he groaned. “I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
Eva slowly blinked, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open. “Are you out of your tiny little Atlantean mind? Also, it’s not very nice to tell someone they look bad even if they do.”
She defiantly turned away from him but then immediately ruined her tough-guy act by grabbing for a handful of tissues out of the box on the coffee table.
Flynn, who had either just learned a lesson or been hit over the head with a meteorite, knelt at her feet and put his hands on her knees. “Eva. I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot. Please, for the love of all the gods, stop crying. I’ll do anything. Anything at all. Just please stop crying.”
She wiped her face one last time and managed a shaky laugh. Then she took a deep breath and blew it out, sniffling. “I’m sorry about that. I’m usually a lot stronger than this. I’ve had to be. But talking to Gramps—that was tough
She blew her nose, loudly, and Flynn had to clench his teeth to keep from laughing. He knew that wouldn’t go over well.
“Part of this is just a reaction to the idea I’m probably going to die tonight,” she said, taking deep, shuddering breaths. “You don’t know what it’s like to live your life in fear.”
Flynn’s rage surged, cold and deadly. “Neither will you, ever again, even if I have to kill every single one of them to protect you.”
She inhaled sharply but said nothing. Didn’t reach out to him. His heart crashed inside his chest, but he had to let her take control. Of course she wouldn’t want any kind of intimacy now, not even a hug, not with what was coming next.
He glanced at the clock. “It’s midnight. Monkey said they’d call at three. You should try to get some sleep.”
“I know I’m not going to be able to sleep, and I don’t even want to try. There’s only one thing I want.” She put her hands on his face and drew his head toward her. “I want you. Now.”
He forced himself to resist the urge to pick her up and carry her immediately to her bed. “Eva, you don’t—”
She put her fingers on his lips. “There’s a chance that whatever happens in in the next three hours will be the last good memory I ever make in my life. Make love to me, Flynn. Make it my best memory.”
He was driving her out of her mind.
Flynn had scooped her up off the couch, carried her to the small bedroom, and tossed her on the bed, instantly joining here there. Beside her, around her, beneath her, surrounding her. Touching, kissing, holding, stroking. He kissed her and touched her until she thought she’d go insane from wanting him, and they hadn’t even undressed. She finally demanded that he take his clothes off, and he shed them in seconds but stopped her when she tried to remove her own.
“Oh no, mi amara. I want to unwrap you like the gift you are for me.” Now, maybe half an hour later, she was down to her bra and panties. It was taking so long because he insisted on kissing every square inch of skin as he unveiled it. She lay trembling on the bed next to him, aching with desire, clutching his shoulders and moaning.
She was wetter and hotter than she’d ever been in her life, and every time his fingers skimmed the insides of her thighs, her hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.
“Please touch me,” she begged. “Flynn. Touch me now.”
He laughed, but his dark eyes were glowing with such stark, raw desire that she felt as if she were melting under the weight of his gaze. He finally slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, and she cried out. He took that as an invitation and stroked down her center, then pushed his fingers just a little way inside her, causing her to arch her body and moan.
“Please, please, please, please,” she begged, tossing her head back and forth on the pillows.
“Is this what you want?” He stroked her with his fingers, smoothing her own hot wetness against her clit, and in seconds she was coming apart under his hand.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he said with dark, fierce triumph. “I’m going to make you come again and again, with my hands and with my mouth. You’re going to come so hard you won’t know which way is up and which is down, and then—only then—I’m going to fuck you so hard you shatter, screaming my name.”
“Yes,” she answered. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Every touch was a revelation, every caress a rapture. He sent her soaring, skating, dancing down the silver knife’s edge of a desire so fierce it was almost pain. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her life, and she could tell from his words and his touches that he felt the same way.
He tore off her panties and slid her bra down her arms, and now she lay nude, writhing in the bed, clutching his shoulder with one hand and wrapping her other hand around the silken hardness of his very large erection. He kissed her again and then, in one quick motion, he slid down her body and put his mouth on her. His tongue swirled over her once, twice, and then he sucked hard on her clit and she shattered. Every nerve ending in her body lit up, a chain reaction of pure, electric sensation, and she screamed.
Before the spasms had even died down, he climbed up her body and shoved her thighs apart with his knee. He held himself over her, his arms trembling, and she could see the strain in his face. He’d held back and showed so much restraint, but now his heart thundered in time with her own, and the heat in his eyes promised her everything, if only he could give up that control.
He was so strong. Showed so very much control.
But now it was her turn to shatter him.
“I need you now,” he said roughly. “Please, please tell me yes.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. Now.”
With that, his control broke into a million pieces. She watched it happen. She watched his face as he leaned forward, driving into her so hard she felt him in her soul.
“Never going to let you go,” he said, over and over and over. “Never. Not ever.”
“I never want you to.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, and on his next hard, deep thrust, she flew apart again, clenching and convulsing around him. She could feel his hardness deep inside her, so deep, and when he exploded in turn, she caught him when he
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