Page 93 of Smoke and Lure

This time, instead of biting her again he kissed her.

With all the wicked passion that Amaros had shown her since she’d awakened, she expected his kiss to be ravishing.However, just like the man Amaros always was around her, the kiss was controlled, measured.

She leaned into him, hoping he’d intensify the kiss, give her more than the slow seductive glide of his tongue in and around her mouth.

Even the way he palmed the back of her head, keeping her mouth fixed to his or the way he delicately glided his hand through the split in her dress and up the inside of her thigh.

Michaela groaned, frustrated at his treatment of her.Amaros had been rougher when he spread her out over the bed and pinched her nipples, smacked her ass, and nipped at her swollen tender clit.But he was using kid gloves with her.

She could only conceive of one reason he would show her such courtesy: He now knew her ordeal.

He slipped two fingers past the edge of the delicate, lacy fabric she could hardly call underwear.Her pussy was wet and made it easy for him to glide between her swollen lips and find her clit.

His touch may have been languid, but his long, deft fingers knew how to touch her, and he knew just the right way to push her toward the edge.

However, she wouldn’t let him get away with treating her as if she were fragile, a delicate flower that would wilt under a firmer touch.

Reaching up, she grabbed his tie, yanked it down, and clawed at the buttons of his shirt.

Stop treating me like one of your damn ancient, exotic Chinese vases.

Snatching his mouth from hers, he ended the gentle kiss.

“Do you need the pain because you want to forget?”He fisted and tugged at the short strands of her hair, causing her scalp to sting.

She reached up, buried her fingers into his ultra-sleek hair and gripped it with all her might.She needed Amaros to know she could take whatever he dished out, and she wasn’t a weak lamb.

He arched a brow at her, questions haunting his mysterious eyes, but she noted a hint of a curl at one corner of his mouth.

Furious, and ready for whatever way he planned to challenge her, she held his gaze, losing herself in his eyes and watching his beast rise inside of him, seeping away the ash-gray color and staining them ruby, even as a red haze lowered a veil over her eyes.“No.I want to prove to myself that those bastards didn’t break me, that I’m stronger despite what they did to me.”

When he took her mouth this time, it was gloriously savage.He kissed her hard, driving his tongue into her mouth and giving her no quarter.

His hand was still stroking her clit, but this time it was harder, faster.

She felt the wild storm of her orgasm swelling, starting to barrel down on her.When he slipped down and buried two fingers into her pussy, stretching her walls, she whimpered.But she didn’t want him to stop.

She needed this.

As he worked his fingers in and out, the palm of his hand smacked against her wetness and echoed in the room.

Then she couldn’t hold back her climax a moment longer.Returning his kiss, she clutched his lapel and cried out in his mouth.

She felt the world rotating in the opposite direction, or they were moving backwards; she was too blown away to figure it out.

Her ears tuned to a whooshing sound.

Slam.

~YH~

He hadn’t used his power to close the door because he wanted to contain the erotic, cock stiffening sounds Michaela was making as she came.Hell, no, he wanted the entire cathedral-mansion to hear her and know that Michaela was his.

And that he had claimed her, they were blood mates.

But the fuck if he was putting on a show for every Vampire, Prime, and servant who happened by.This moment was for him and Michaela.

He wanted her with fierceness that shook his core, even though he struggled to articulate his need mentally.Since the moment he looked into her eyes in the cave and heard her beg him to save her.It was damn maddening to hold himself back every time he was near her, touched her, tasted her.But he knew she’d been holding back a part of herself.

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