even higher as Thanos joined in, lifting his head from her neck with a harsh movement that matched how his body stiffened. Went taut. Incredibly hard. Heavy. Everything on him seemed to shake in non-rhythmic surges while all sorts of growls came from his throat. Sounding bestial. Immensely satisfied. And very far away.
Somewhere in here, she’d not only lost reality, but she didn’t even miss it. Everything was wonderful. No. Better than that, if there was such a thing. She could almost believe in the l-word if it was attached to him. And this. But that was ridiculous. Fantastic sex did not a relationship make. How many times did she need to learn that?
But man. Was this sex ever fantastic!
“Oh...Thanos.”
Her whisper barely made sound. Thanos collapsed onto her and rolled, taking her with him, keeping their bodies connected. And she was still twitching and pinging. Dang! They were perfectly matched. Everywhere. Her nose fit nicely just beneath his ear. Her breasts smashed against his pecs. Her legs linked with his. Hmm . He even smelled nice. Darcy nuzzled her nose against his throat. He wasn’t at all cool to the touch anymore.
Yep. This was pretty much perfect. Even their heartbeats matched. Heavy thump to heavy thump. Harsh and heavy at first, and then slow. Steady...
Wait a minute.
The beats matched exactly.
Darcy concentrated and listened. Yep. It was exact. THUMP-thump. The first one was heavy and loud, the second one slighter, like an echo of the first. As the left ventricle did its job. Or whatever. She couldn’t recollect and didn’t care.
“Thanos?”
Her whisper was accompanied by the slide of her lips along his flesh...then her tongue. He tasted nice, too.
“Yes, love?”
He used the l-word again. She let it go. She’d worry over it later.
“Your...heart beat.”
“Yes?”
He chuckled as he said it, making the slightest tremble in his throat. It fascinated. Interested. Drew. Darcy ran her tongue along vague scratchiness of whisker-covered skin. Mmm. She’d been off a bit. He tasted better than nice. And something was happening with her teeth. Something weird. Some of them were actually tingling.
“And your...breathing.”
He chuckled again. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
“No. Not that. I mean it matches mine.”
“Yes.”
“Exactly.” Ouch. Something pricked at her bottom lip, stinging momentarily before she sucked at her own blood. It got even weirder. She started trembling in semi-ecstasy at the taste. Darcy opened her upper lip in reflex, and that released her skin, stopping the flow of fluid but not her tremors.
“I know,” he answered.
“But...why?”
She was having a hard time hearing over the ramped-up thumping of her own pulse. It matched his, causing a little vein along his neck to hammer against what had to be her teeth. Darcy tipped her head and lapped against his throat. Her teeth actually felt like they pushed through skin. And if it wasn’t so damned intriguing and attracting, she’d be horrified and repulsed.
Maybe.
“You are my mate, Darcy.”
Oh no. Did he just say mate ?
Her head lifted slightly, pulling what couldn’t possibly be fangs from contact with him. And everything in her body tightened, as if annoyed at the denial. It matched how everything about him hardened and tightened as well. Especially where they were still joined. Meshed. His groin pulsed against hers, too, sending a flash of fire racing her spine. Climbing the back of her head. Hitting her nose.
Her canine teeth.
“You heard me, darling.”
“No.”
“Oh yes. You are my mate, Darcy. And I am yours.”
“No,” she replied again. The word didn’t have much conviction behind it. The moves he made within her were too corporeal. Too amazing. She was also closing in on his neck again, too. She couldn’t help it. Something else was in charge of her will. Something entirely too vast. Necessary. Needed.
“Oh yes, Darcy. Love. We are mates. I thank the gods I’ve found
Somewhere in here, she’d not only lost reality, but she didn’t even miss it. Everything was wonderful. No. Better than that, if there was such a thing. She could almost believe in the l-word if it was attached to him. And this. But that was ridiculous. Fantastic sex did not a relationship make. How many times did she need to learn that?
But man. Was this sex ever fantastic!
“Oh...Thanos.”
Her whisper barely made sound. Thanos collapsed onto her and rolled, taking her with him, keeping their bodies connected. And she was still twitching and pinging. Dang! They were perfectly matched. Everywhere. Her nose fit nicely just beneath his ear. Her breasts smashed against his pecs. Her legs linked with his. Hmm . He even smelled nice. Darcy nuzzled her nose against his throat. He wasn’t at all cool to the touch anymore.
Yep. This was pretty much perfect. Even their heartbeats matched. Heavy thump to heavy thump. Harsh and heavy at first, and then slow. Steady...
Wait a minute.
The beats matched exactly.
Darcy concentrated and listened. Yep. It was exact. THUMP-thump. The first one was heavy and loud, the second one slighter, like an echo of the first. As the left ventricle did its job. Or whatever. She couldn’t recollect and didn’t care.
“Thanos?”
Her whisper was accompanied by the slide of her lips along his flesh...then her tongue. He tasted nice, too.
“Yes, love?”
He used the l-word again. She let it go. She’d worry over it later.
“Your...heart beat.”
“Yes?”
He chuckled as he said it, making the slightest tremble in his throat. It fascinated. Interested. Drew. Darcy ran her tongue along vague scratchiness of whisker-covered skin. Mmm. She’d been off a bit. He tasted better than nice. And something was happening with her teeth. Something weird. Some of them were actually tingling.
“And your...breathing.”
He chuckled again. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
“No. Not that. I mean it matches mine.”
“Yes.”
“Exactly.” Ouch. Something pricked at her bottom lip, stinging momentarily before she sucked at her own blood. It got even weirder. She started trembling in semi-ecstasy at the taste. Darcy opened her upper lip in reflex, and that released her skin, stopping the flow of fluid but not her tremors.
“I know,” he answered.
“But...why?”
She was having a hard time hearing over the ramped-up thumping of her own pulse. It matched his, causing a little vein along his neck to hammer against what had to be her teeth. Darcy tipped her head and lapped against his throat. Her teeth actually felt like they pushed through skin. And if it wasn’t so damned intriguing and attracting, she’d be horrified and repulsed.
Maybe.
“You are my mate, Darcy.”
Oh no. Did he just say mate ?
Her head lifted slightly, pulling what couldn’t possibly be fangs from contact with him. And everything in her body tightened, as if annoyed at the denial. It matched how everything about him hardened and tightened as well. Especially where they were still joined. Meshed. His groin pulsed against hers, too, sending a flash of fire racing her spine. Climbing the back of her head. Hitting her nose.
Her canine teeth.
“You heard me, darling.”
“No.”
“Oh yes. You are my mate, Darcy. And I am yours.”
“No,” she replied again. The word didn’t have much conviction behind it. The moves he made within her were too corporeal. Too amazing. She was also closing in on his neck again, too. She couldn’t help it. Something else was in charge of her will. Something entirely too vast. Necessary. Needed.
“Oh yes, Darcy. Love. We are mates. I thank the gods I’ve found
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