She reached for him, and he set a knee on the bed, leaning over to meet her mouth. He let her take control of the kiss, her lips soft and seeking, curiosity in the hands skimming across his shoulders.
He’d waited five years for this, so he tried to slow down. Her statement the other night kept running through his head; that females needed a reason for sex. To give that kind of trust. He moved his mouth from hers, kissing along her delicate jawline to nip the fragile cord along her neck. “I won’t ever let anybody harm you,” he murmured, his hand caressing her breasts, enjoying her gasp of pleasure.
“You’re making promises?” she arched against him, her tone raspy.
“Yes.” He grazed his fang along her skin enough to bite but not scratch.
She moaned and dug her nails into his biceps, cutting erotic pain through his arms. “Then promise you’ll let me photograph you any time I want. Anywhere I want.”
He stilled. “I promise.” If that’s how this was going, he was on board. “Promise me you won’t take off by yourself and put yourself in danger again. That we are honest about our plans and locations.” Not that he wasn’t going to keep a close eye on her in the future, anyway. He sucked a pouting nipple into his mouth.
She grasped his hair, arching even farther into his mouth. Her promise was breathless and garbled, but she made it nonetheless.
He laved her nipple and moved to the other one, his cock so hard he was losing feeling in his legs. But it was fucking worth it. The taste of her went to his head, and he kissed lower, dipping over her navel to those satiny pink panties. He tucked his thumbs in the sides and snapped them free.
Her laugh was free and pained. “I liked those,” she said.
“Me, too.” He tossed them over his shoulder, settling down to what was becoming his favorite treat. The other night had been way too fast, and he hadn’t had a chance to play. He was taking the time now and would worry about the danger tomorrow.
The sight of his mark on her thigh, from when he’d bitten her, arrowed satisfaction through him with a shocking intensity. Unable to resist, he leaned down and nibbled.
She jerked. “Oh, God.”
He chuckled against her, watching her abdomen roll in response. “Pray all you want,Leannain. I’m still doing this my way.” Which meant nice and slow so he could enjoy himself.
“You called me that before,” she moaned, her thighs widening on their own.For him. “What does it mean?”
“Sweetheart. In the language of my people.” He kept his mouth close to her clit, so his heated breath brushed her. The strangled moan she gave nearly made him laugh.
But he’d never been able to resist temptation for long, so he slipped one finger inside her, testing her. Ah. Nice and wet, but incredibly tight. Way too tight. He’d have to see what he could do about that.
He licked her once. Twice. And she detonated like a Bykov explosive, crying out, her abdomen undulating as she rode the waves. Chuckling again, he enclosed her clit with his mouth, sucking hard and prolonging her ecstasy until she pulled his hair and tried to get away. Disgruntled, he lifted his head. “Are you ever going to let me play?”
Chapter 27
Grace couldn’t breathe. Her chest heaved and her thighs trembled. All from a couple of kisses. “Is your mouth magic, or what?” As reality returned, she realized her precarious position and tried to close her legs. A little.
His massive shoulders prevented the movement. At the realization, hunger shot right to her core, heady and hot.
“Magic, no.” He moved up her again, a huge shadow in the light from the fire. “Hungry, yes. Someday, I’m going to do that all day until I’m satisfied, no matter how many times you orgasm.”
She couldn’t breathe. “Well, okay,” she whispered, grinning even though she was aching for him. In a million years, she never would’ve thought sex with Adare would be fun. Oh, wild and crazy, erotic and intense…but not fun. “We’ll go ahead and put that on the calendar.”
He smiled a second before he kissed her again, going slow, taking his time. Was he being deliberate in taking as many cells as he could, or was he getting as lost as she was? She had to know. So she tightened her hold in his thick hair and jerked hard.
He lifted up, his gaze dark and disgruntled. “What?”
“Just making sure.” Oh, he was as into it as she was.
“Oh yeah?” His fangs glinted and he sliced into her neck, the points going deep. Pain shimmered and edged to pleasure almost immediately as he drank. A flash of electricity arced right from her neck to her sex, and she rolled into another orgasm so quickly she could only grab his shoulders and hang on, shutting her eyes.
As if sensing her need, he pressed a knee between her legs, the friction and hard pressure deepening the waves until she gasped, her ears ringing.
She came down again, her mouth gaping open.
His fangs retracted and he closed the wound, leaning up and licking his lips clean. “You taste sweet. Like honey with sass.”
For answer, she leaned down and tried to shove off his boxer-briefs. He helped her, finally as nude as she was, and holy crap he was big. She wasn’t surprised. She’d sat on his lap enough times that she knew his sex was in proportion with the rest of his magnificent body. Twisting her body, she reached for him, running her fingers along his impressive length.
