faster and her skin tautened with anticipation. This time, she welcomed her body’s response to him.
“What happened, Stephanie? And don’t bother lying,” he finally demanded.
He was too perceptive. “Family shit. Don’t want to talk about it.”
His frown deepened and he took a step closer. “Your brothers?”
She couldn’t wait any longer. She closed the distance between them and put her palm against his chest.
“Don’t talk. Don’t say a word.” She could indulge in him a few times—satiate her physical craving. A brief affair would surely flush him out of her system. People did that all the time.
His breath shifted as he covered her hand. “I think it’s too soon…” he replied, a deeper, coarse note in his voice.
“I’m well.” Stephanie lifted her gaze to his. “Take me to your room.”
A low sound curled in his throat as a flame flickered in his eyes. He looked like he was about to protest so she went up on her toes and nipped his lip.
“Now,” she purred.
He exhaled a raspy breath and lifted her into his arms with hardly any effort. Stephanie wrapped her hands around his neck as he marched down the wide corridor and into a large bedroom. When he lowered her feet to the carpet, he cupped her face, the dark intensity in his eyes snatching her breath. Desire crackled and circled around them.
There was no going back now . His thumb flicked over her lip before his mouth claimed hers. And she was lost. She barely remembered Dex removing her clothes or her hands pushing his shirt off. Her fingers dug into his midnight hair as his tongue invaded her mouth. She returned the kiss with equal passion, arching into him as the weight of his body pressed her onto his bed. She flicked her tongue boldly against his incisors, uncaring if they cut her. He pulled his mouth from hers and traced a path down her throat to the vein. They shared a moan as his incisors teased the spot, sending thousands of goose bumps across her skin.
“The scent of your blood drives me crazy,” he growled softly.
The need to exchange blood with him was stronger than the first time he’d kissed her. If she did, she’d give more of herself than she’d planned. But there was little control here. Some insane force had her in its grip from the moment she’d met him.
His hands swept over her, barely missing an inch, while his mouth trailed behind at a more leisurely pace, tasting, teasing, devouring. And— ooh! —nipping not so gently where it could. The wicked sensation made her blood surge even faster. Her sex dampened. God, how she ached for him inside her.
Ripples of pleasure danced through her as he filled his hands with her breasts and loved her nipples for so long her head fell back and a frayed sound broke free. Finally, he raised himself between her legs, one hand gliding down to her needy flesh. When his fingers swept over her folds, her hips jerked with wanton need.
“Mmm…so wet, baby…”
Stephanie propped herself higher on her elbows and bit her bottom lip as she looked at his erection. She’d imagined what his cock looked like, during those unwanted fantasies that crept into her mind at night. And she’d pictured it something like this—long and thick. But fantasies were one thing and this was… so hard and so real. She moistened her lips. There would be time to indulge in that later.
The heat of his gaze drew her eyes to his. The smoky depths had turned charcoal. She ground her hips in silent demand. Take me, Agent Mason. Her breath caught as he angled his cock and eased into her folds. He stretched her a bit at a time without taking his eyes from hers. The feeling was achingly erotic. He gave a firm thrust and filled her completely with a raw moan that echoed hers.
He closed his eyes for a moment, a look of sweet tension on his face. Then he leaned over her with one hand hooked under her thigh, and began moving inside her. Long, slow strokes at first, then long, fast ones.
“Ohh!” Coils
“What happened, Stephanie? And don’t bother lying,” he finally demanded.
He was too perceptive. “Family shit. Don’t want to talk about it.”
His frown deepened and he took a step closer. “Your brothers?”
She couldn’t wait any longer. She closed the distance between them and put her palm against his chest.
“Don’t talk. Don’t say a word.” She could indulge in him a few times—satiate her physical craving. A brief affair would surely flush him out of her system. People did that all the time.
His breath shifted as he covered her hand. “I think it’s too soon…” he replied, a deeper, coarse note in his voice.
“I’m well.” Stephanie lifted her gaze to his. “Take me to your room.”
A low sound curled in his throat as a flame flickered in his eyes. He looked like he was about to protest so she went up on her toes and nipped his lip.
“Now,” she purred.
He exhaled a raspy breath and lifted her into his arms with hardly any effort. Stephanie wrapped her hands around his neck as he marched down the wide corridor and into a large bedroom. When he lowered her feet to the carpet, he cupped her face, the dark intensity in his eyes snatching her breath. Desire crackled and circled around them.
There was no going back now . His thumb flicked over her lip before his mouth claimed hers. And she was lost. She barely remembered Dex removing her clothes or her hands pushing his shirt off. Her fingers dug into his midnight hair as his tongue invaded her mouth. She returned the kiss with equal passion, arching into him as the weight of his body pressed her onto his bed. She flicked her tongue boldly against his incisors, uncaring if they cut her. He pulled his mouth from hers and traced a path down her throat to the vein. They shared a moan as his incisors teased the spot, sending thousands of goose bumps across her skin.
“The scent of your blood drives me crazy,” he growled softly.
The need to exchange blood with him was stronger than the first time he’d kissed her. If she did, she’d give more of herself than she’d planned. But there was little control here. Some insane force had her in its grip from the moment she’d met him.
His hands swept over her, barely missing an inch, while his mouth trailed behind at a more leisurely pace, tasting, teasing, devouring. And— ooh! —nipping not so gently where it could. The wicked sensation made her blood surge even faster. Her sex dampened. God, how she ached for him inside her.
Ripples of pleasure danced through her as he filled his hands with her breasts and loved her nipples for so long her head fell back and a frayed sound broke free. Finally, he raised himself between her legs, one hand gliding down to her needy flesh. When his fingers swept over her folds, her hips jerked with wanton need.
“Mmm…so wet, baby…”
Stephanie propped herself higher on her elbows and bit her bottom lip as she looked at his erection. She’d imagined what his cock looked like, during those unwanted fantasies that crept into her mind at night. And she’d pictured it something like this—long and thick. But fantasies were one thing and this was… so hard and so real. She moistened her lips. There would be time to indulge in that later.
The heat of his gaze drew her eyes to his. The smoky depths had turned charcoal. She ground her hips in silent demand. Take me, Agent Mason. Her breath caught as he angled his cock and eased into her folds. He stretched her a bit at a time without taking his eyes from hers. The feeling was achingly erotic. He gave a firm thrust and filled her completely with a raw moan that echoed hers.
He closed his eyes for a moment, a look of sweet tension on his face. Then he leaned over her with one hand hooked under her thigh, and began moving inside her. Long, slow strokes at first, then long, fast ones.
“Ohh!” Coils
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