Page 13 of Dark Hunter's Touch
“I want that,” she whispered against his mouth. “And more.”
With a sudden flex of her wings, she rolled them.
He caught the edge of the mattress before they fell. “There’s more where that came from. Much more.” With both his hands free, he roamed her body, reshaping her flesh with each stroke of his fingers, each lap of his tongue.
And somehow, through her skin, he loosened her spirit too, made her soar where her wings had never taken her, urging her toward an elemental release unlike any of the magics she’d known.
She gasped, her whole body flush with sensation. Her breasts plumped for his caress, and her nipples drew almost painfully erect. The tingling that rang like silent bells through her depths echoed the ache until her hidden folds wept for his attention.
But when she looked down, his face was as severe and remote as that brief moment on the beach when he had frightened her. He was holding something back. But why?
She touched the chiseled edge of his cheekbone. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “No consequences, remember? The perfect one-night stand.”
“What ifIwant more?”
When she tried to draw back, he tangled his fist in the pendant. The chain tightened at the back of her neck, not biting—not yet—but a tightening snare. “I don’t have anything more. Iamnothing more. Just a dream, gone with the morning light.”
His jaw clenched, the muscle flexing against her palm. “That sounds like something a fairy would say as a tease.”
“It is not a tease. It’s only the truth. See? I’m touching you.” She eased down against his chest, loosening the pendant’s restriction. The brush of her thighs over his didn’t smooth his expression, though. If anything, he clenched harder, all over.
She brushed her cleft down that most rigid of muscles at his center. The jerk of his hips was a truth too, despite the furious set of his mouth. She dipped her head and nibbled at his lower lip. “We have to take what we can, while we can.”
“Definitely spoken like a fairy.La bella dame sans merci.”
A cold draft of disquiet swept through her. He’d seemed almost too familiar with the tricks and transgressions of her kin, from the cruel old tales to the carefully sanitized cartoon versions that had fascinated her when she discovered them, and the haunting words of Keats’s poem in Vaile’s voice felt uncomfortably close to the truth. “I didn’t mean—”
“You did mean it. You were touching me, remember?” In one powerful heave, he flipped them again so he was on top, pinning her with his knees between her thighs. “Take it then. Take what you want.”
“Vaile…” Despite her weak protest, she wound her legs behind him. The nudge of his rampant erection made the trailing edges of her wings curl inward as every part of her body made a welcoming nest for him.
His hand worked between them to part her folds, slick with wanting him. The play of his touch made her arch and gasp, and still he held back, making her want and want and want until she thought she would unravel.
She clutched at his biceps, her knees drawn high, while he slid first one finger then two inside her. She writhed against him, a cry caught between her teeth. This was what it must be to come Undone.
He tilted his head back, the pulse of anger in his throat lost beneath the maddening acceleration of his heartbeat. She felt the tidal pull of his blood, his desire, and still he held himself apart while the whirlpool in her belly and thighs circled ever closer to the verge.
Unwilling to go alone—not tonight—she pulled herself up with her hands anchored on the bunched muscles in his shoulders and ducked to bite his nipple. The thud of his heart almost deafened her, and he gasped out her name as he buried himself in one thrust.
Chapter 4
Vaile froze as all breath left him, as if he had just fallen off a cliff after a heart-shredding run.
Oh wait, hehaddone that. This was definitely better.
Olette gazed at him. He stared back, dazzled. The illusion that had hidden her wings earlier in the evening had dampened her otherworldly beauty. Not that she’d been hideous in her human camouflage but since she’d dropped her disguising veil, the pale glow of her skin and the dark red-gold of her hair shimmered—untouchable, and yet here, within his grasp.
She tightened around him in delicious torment. “Now who is without mercy? Don’t you dare stop.” She set her teeth over his other nipple, and he shuddered at the cascade of sensation that threatened to… No. How could she be a threat? So delicate, never mind the heft of her wings and her bold resistance to those who pursued her.
She cupped his ass, and the tickle of her wings across his backside made him jerk again. She smiled up at him with fiendish delight. “I said don’t stop.”
“Never,” he gritted out.
She was so hot and close around him, pulling him in with such ease he decided he had better rethink that threat—if he had the ability to think, which he didn’t, not with his flesh so perfectly bound within her, the aphrodisiac scent of her wings an invisible cloud around them until he was almost dizzy with need.
A grind of his hips, slow and certain, made her gasp and loosen her grasp, letting him ease back and into her again as a wordless appeal trembled on her lips and deep in his bones. He wanted to be here, wanted to give her what she wanted, wanted her to feel all of him.
Again, he eased back and in, setting up a rhythm that she followed with every clench of her hidden muscles, as powerful as her other secret strengths. A tease, a promise, a threat…it all swirled in his head, washing away reality.
