Reynaldo would have had her throat if Simone didn’t beat him to it. And she didn’t even know what she was doing. Nor could she guess where her strength and agility derived. But without a hint of hesitation she pushed his chin up with a hand, revealing his neck, and a moment later she bit into him. Latched on. And then sucked.
Without one thought as to why.
Or even how.
Reynaldo lifted his jaw for her, and his throat sent groans outward, adding unbelievable resonance to an already unbelievable experience. Rapture and ecstasy had fused and then liquefied. It flowed into her mouth, slid down her throat. Entered her veins...
And altered every reality.
Their synched heartbeats came loud, hard, and fast, creating a series of rhythmic thumps that bounced off walls. Conjoined breathing became a pizzicato of plucked strings. Her moans interspersed with his groaning, adding an orchestral background of sound. And everywhere was the impression of fireworks, constantly getting lit, fired, and exploded. It was unreal.
Fantastical.
Impossible.
But that didn’t stop the room from a shower of oranges, blacks, and reds, amid sparkles of neon blue and crystalline yellow. The sensations swirled and grew, then somehow fused, becoming a realm of red-hot flames, combustible passions, and incendiary elixirs.
Simone shoved Reynaldo onto his back, and he not only allowed it, he held her to him, making certain she stayed latched in place.
But it wasn’t enough.
And she knew it.
Simone moved to straddle him, the position placing her most sensitive tissues against incredible heat. Thick might. Erect power. And then she started teasing...taunting and tormenting them both. Her movements were not her own. She was in the grip of something more than powerful. It was overwhelming. She wasn’t extending the moment due to a need for preparation. Reynaldo was ready. Primed. And pulsing against her with every grinding move. There was another thing at play here.
Simone couldn’t believe this level of excitement even existed. Wouldn’t have known where to find it. Or how to achieve it. And she wanted every part of this dream memorized. So she could alter any moment of her future anytime she wished. That’s why she fought to prolong this, taking it right to the brink and holding there until things muted enough she could do it again.
“Simone. Sweet, sweet, Simone...”
His voice was a catalyst, especially with the tone he used. Deep notes rumbled through the concert of sounds about them, while return echoes lifted strands of hair as if electrified.
“You must stop. Oh, my love! Please. You cannot take more!”
His words only fueled a desire for that very thing. More. As much as she could get.
“Enough!”
Reynaldo yelled it and grabbed her waist, stopping her. He jerked his throat from her grasp next and then he glared up at her with eyes that weren’t remotely blue. They were blood red; easily as dark as the droplets misting the scene.
“But...Reynaldo.”
Her complaint was accompanied with a squirm. Reynaldo swore something foreign before he lifted her, taking their loins completely out of contact. And then he just held her there. Every portion of him was pulled taut. Striations of muscle pulsed beneath skin that darkened as she watched. Strands of his hair were tangled with hers. He was panting hard, his open mouth revealing fang tips that glistened with what light was available. He wasn’t just shaking anymore, either. The bed moved with volcanic tremors that transferred outward to propel the cacophony into greater volume. Mass. And color.
Simone watched his eyes intensify. They went dark. Obsidian black. Black enough to draw her into their depths...
And keep her there.
And so she blew him an air-kiss.
“You vixen!”
His arms bulged as fingers tightened like iron clamps. His hips arched upward, so he could slam her down onto him. He immediately lifted her back up, only to slam her back down again.
And again.
“I wanted...to do this slowly! Bring you hours...of pleasure! Hours!”
Harsh words accompanied his thrusts. Harder. Faster. Simone snatched a breath. Held it for a long moment as paradise cracked open before her, and then it was there. Ecstasy slammed into her. Her eyes flooded with tears. Her cry reverberated outward. All the while Renaldo continued pumping. Lifting her up. Slamming her back down.
Again.
And again.
His movements grew wilder. Even quicker. Something snapped in the bed frame. Wood cracked ominously. One side of the bed shuddered, dropped slightly, and held. Reynaldo didn’t even seem to notice. He pulled her to him and rolled, gaining the top. Then he pushed up, using this new mattress slant to best advantage. Gaining depth with each thrust. A fulcrum of power to each withdrawal. A wash of bedding rolled toward them, stopped by their bodies. The storm built again. Gained power with each movement as Reynaldo filled her and fulfilled her.
The bed swayed and creaked. The drums grew to a crescendo. The pizzicato sound of strings being plucked turned into long perfect notes, one after the other. Something fell. Something else crashed with a bang. Simone pulled in a deep breath, scrunched her eyes shut, and surrendered to ecstasy so sublime, her eyes filled and her throat closed off.
She felt Reynaldo punch the mattress at her shoulders, before he lunged up and bellowed. The sound filled the air, surrounding her. And then it stabbed right to her heart.
Tears slipped from beneath her closed eyelids before his voice ran out. And then he collapsed onto her. Simone wrapped her arms tightly about him, holding him close, losing her ability to gain a breath from his weight but unwilling to change a thing. She was adding all of this to her memory bank for later.
Every second of it.
Reynaldo shuddered a final time and rolled to his side, holding her to him. Keeping her securely attached. Simone sucked in a lungful of air. Exhaled it. Did it again.
“Simone?”
His whisper was accompanied by fingers that brushed hair from her cheek, smoothed it over her shoulder. His touch was so gentle! She purposely counted ten heartbeats before opening her eyes. She needed to memorize how this felt. So it would be hers for the rest of her boring, mind-numbing, going-nowhere life.
When she had to return to it.
“Love?”
She opened her eyes to an expression she’d never seen. Warm. Tender. And from his blue eyes, it was earth-shaking. Goosebumps raced down her arms, grabbed her throat. Shot to her eyes. Simone blinked rapidly against an onslaught of renewed emotion. He brushed his thumb along her eyelashes. Glanced at the wetness there. Looked back at her. And said something that shattered.
“I love you.”
And if she’d have perished right then, she’d have died happy.