Page 50 of Kiss of Light

In a swift movement that took him by surprise, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. He’d forgotten just how strong she was.

She traced a finger down his bare chest, stopping for a moment at the X. He inhaled as she lightly stroked the scar, then continued down across his waist, his abs, to the top of his waistband.

Her weight on his groin was an exquisite torture. She wriggled teasingly, watching his expression as she rubbed against his shaft.

“Sure I can’t change your mind, vampire?” she purred.

She dragged the T-shirt over her head. He feasted his gaze on her luscious body. Her nipples were almost painfully hard and she bent low over his face.

“Kiss them,” she commanded. He needed no further bidding.

He caught one taut rose-hued tip in his fingers and took the other into his mouth. She moaned as he pleasured them both; licking and tugging until she thought she might explode.

She fumbled with the waistband of his trousers, desperate to have him inside her. Lemar growled deep in his throat. The scent of her arousal was driving him mad, but he refused to give in.

She was under the thrall of his venom, that was all. She didn’t know what she was doing. His resolve was tested when she put a hand inside his trousers and gripped him. By blood of all that was holy, how was he able to resist her?

He threw her onto her back and pinned her hands.

“You will not get your way, shaitun,” he warned. “But I will help you find release.”

He suckled her nipples again, delighting in the way they had darkened to a deep ruby shade under the attention of his lips and tongue. She arched towards him as he moved from one to another, her hips grinding against him. He trapped one of the wet peaks between his fingers and pinched it gently.

“Oh, gods,” she gasped, her face flushed with heat.

He had an urge to kiss her mouth and reached up to claim her lips. At the last moment she turned her head away. Habit or instinct, he didn’t know, but he didn’t force the issue. He kissed her behind the ear instead, then trailed his lips along her throat until he sensed a vein pulsing just below the skin. He unsheathed his fangs and bit down.

She cried out as he penetrated her once again. Her body was writhing frantically now and she made to touch herself between her thighs, desperate for release. He knock her hand away.

“Mine,” he growled, as he moved down her body. He paused as he reached her hips.

Her scent here was exactly as he remembered, but a thousand times stronger. He inhaled deeply, letting her aroma excite him. He put his lips to her belly and revelled in the softness of her flesh.

Her underwear was the barest scrap of silk. With an impatient curse, he tore it off her.

“I want to look at you,” he told her huskily. He pushed her legs wide, enjoying the sight of her spread out for him like a feast.

She lay exposed to his gaze and bit her lip. Never had she felt so naked or vulnerable, and so turned on.

She was throbbing with need, a second heartbeat pulsing at her very core, begging for his touch. He ran a fingertip over her swollen tissues. She was hot and slick, like raw silk. She whimpered as he lowered his head to taste her.

At the first touch, the world stopped around her. Nothing mattered except his lips and tongue and what they were doing to her. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth more firmly against her.

He licked and lapped at her folds, building a glorious tension inside her with every pass of his tongue. She moaned in ecstasy as he found her engorged nub and sucked it between his lips. Her thighs closed tightly around his head.

“There, yes, lick me there,” she gasped, bucking her hips uncontrollably. “Faster.”

He circled her with his tongue, thrashing repeatedly at the erect little part of her until his mouth was flooded with luscious juices. She was like nectar, like fine wine.I will never have enough of her. Never.

Wave after wave of pleasure spilled through her body. She found she couldn’t control herself, grinding against his mouth in wanton abandon.

He licked harder, faster, each stroke rewarded with a sweet little gasp that made him dizzy with lust. She was close, he could feel it. He slid a finger inside her, then another.

It was the final undoing. She threw her head back, the sensation of being penetrated and caressed by his mouth at the same time shattering her control.

“Lemar, don’t stop. I’m going to come. I’m going to… oh…”

She rolled her hips hard against his face and he felt her contracting around his fingers over and over, rippling convulsions that made her cry out as she arched violently off the floor.

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