Page 109 of Immortal Bastard

She fidgeted. What woman would complain about that? “So, like, if we’re just sitting around and all of a sudden you want to…”

“The moment I want it, you’ll know.”

“How?”

“I’ll be buried inside of you.”

Her body clenched and her heart skipped a beat. “Oh.” She swallowed. “Right.”

The need for important details lost importance as his plan took shape in her head. “What if we’re not home.”

“Anywhere.”

She sucked in a sharp breath as he flooded her mind with images of their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat slicked limbs. On a bed. Against a wall. A tree. The grass. The hardwood floor. A window sill. The bath. A lake.

Her throat was suddenly bone dry. “You’ve really thought about this.”

“Fervently.”

Her breath caught as more images came to her. Christian in bed—touching himself. Christian under a stream of cool water, muscles taught, bringing himself to completion. Christian throwing his head back as he came. A shiver chased up her spine.

His nostrils flared as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. “You’re aroused.”

Her gaze dropped to the table. “Well, what do you expect? You just played a highlight reel of raunchy porn in my head.”

“And you liked it.”

She did. Not only that, she wanted everything he’d shown her.

Unclenching her fists, she flattened her palms on the surface of the table. “So, this table…”

“I’d make a feast of you.”

“Right.” She swallowed, picturing him pushing her skirt to her waist and spreading her wide.

A wave of pleasure teased through her and she swayed forward, gasping. “What the…? How did you just do that?” It was as if his tongue literally just licked into her, just as she pictured.

The side of his mouth quirked. “The bond between mates has a magnificent link. You’ll find, in terms of intercourse and intimacy, my pleasure will only amplify your own. And vice versa.”

“But I physically felt you.”

“What did you feel, pintura?”

Was he screwing with her? “I felt…your tongue.”

“Where?”

He was definitely screwing with her. Her breath hitched as he did it again. “How are you doing that?”

“I’m not sure I know what you’re asking.”

Another wave of pleasure and her lips parted. He was going to knock her out of the chair if he kept going. Another lick. Her eyes rolled back and she shivered.

“Okay, okay!” The sensation abated but not before he gave her clit a little mental flick. She exhaled jaggedly, trying to compose herself. “That’s a neat trick.”

“It is.”

She suddenly felt like she was getting hustled. He was playing it super cool, like he had an ace up his sleeve. But now she wanted the sex, so she couldn’t tell him no. “Fine, we can have sex, but no biting.”

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