Dark Passions at Death's Door

50 - In the Morning

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She was floating in the present, and she was safe.

Her mate's arms were around her, holding her close. They were nestled together in bed, warm, relaxed. He was hardening against her ass, and she loved how it felt.

The smell of his sweat and cologne was already making her aroused. Then he was spreading her legs, sliding into her from behind, filling her, stroking deep, fast. Her body responded instinctively, rolling back against him. She was tightening, feeling pleasure shocking up her spine.

She couldn't stop moving, she was almost...

Nїx woke on a gasping moan, "By-Byron!"

He was already pounding himself deep against that glorious spot in her. Her core contracted hard.

"Angel! Ohohhhyes, yes, yes please, UH!" Her eyes rolled back. "Oh, baby!"

Her mind registered another lightning strike shake the house when she hit her peak. Heady bliss flowed into every limb and cell of her. Her mind numbed and purred satisfaction.

When was the last time she'd woken with this? She couldn't remember.

"Mmmm!" She giggled a sigh over her shoulder, "Good morning, my reaper."

His soft firm lips were on her ear. That touch shivered her brain when his baritone chuckled deliciously. Byron was stroking every sensitive inch of her figure, whispering, "Good morning, goddess."

Another afterquake left her breathless. She commanded, "Byron Dekker, you will give me that glory every morning!"

"Yes ma'am."

Phew... She reached around to stroke his jaw, "Better than Folger's, hm?"

She loved feeling his body shake with humor. "My wicked beautiful girl. I wish I'd broken that godsdamned law months ago."

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She swiveled around in the bed to gaze at him and Byron lost his breath. He shook his head in wonder. "This isn't a dream. You're really here."

Nїx wagged her eyebrows at him. "Mmmmm. Well, I was dreaming. But then, something came up."

He rubbed his face against hers, seeking an apology. "Sorry. Did I interrupt?"

Her eyes flickered silver in her pupils, delighted. She shook her face gently. "Uh-uh. Never apologize. Interrupt me like that, anytime."

With this woman, absolutely. He quirked his head slightly, curious, "Remind me. What do the laws say about an immortal and a goddess being mates?"

"You're not the deity of your kind, but you are the first to be returned. Thus, that qualifies you as a primordial." She rubbed her face over his. "Even some of the goddesses themselves have mates who are 'merely' immortals."

"Ever-Knowing," he marveled.

Nїx winked.

For a few moments he rubbed her body slowly, letting her nerves awake with each tingling sensation. Then he murmured, "We need to go see about the wyrms. Maybe find out what's going on. Any glimmers of foresight?"