breast, still an inch away. She felt his touch on her, as though he cupped the weight of her breast in his hand, rubbing back and forth over the aroused tip. Every inch of sensual awareness she possessed flared to glorious life.
She sucked in a breath. What would it be like if he really touched her? Skin to skin, breath mingling with breath…sex interconnecting with sex.
“Do you want that?” he murmured close to her ear. “I do, Cerian. Very much.”
Danu! She’d been so relaxed, she’d slipped and broadcast that last thought.
A flush crept up her cheeks as her heart rate sped up and her nipples hardened. She shut her mind to him and didn’t answer.
He brought his hand down over her abdomen to her sex.
He wove a seductive spell around her without so much as touching her. She felt his warm fingers on her slick folds, delving into her pussy and brushing her clit. Goddess, she did want his hands on her. His real hands, skin to skin.
She moaned. How much was she expected to take? Her resolve crumbled completely.
“Please,” she whispered.
“What, Cerian?” His voice came harsh now, an aroused accented roll off his tongue.
“Tell me what you want.”
Images of the fantasy she’d had of him the night before in the shower rolled over her. She didn’t block them, rather sending them full-force to Rhys. He pressed her face-first against the wall of the shower, his hands playing over her breasts, caressing and plumping as he pressed the head of his cock into her pussy and drove into her from behind. He braced his hands on her hips and shafted her slow at first, then faster and harder until she clawed at the wall in front of her. He licked the skin of her throat and then bit as the first throes of her climax gripped her…
He growled, low, deep and dangerously.
“Please touch me,” she said, barely loud enough to hear.
She didn’t have to ask twice. He took her by the small of her back and pressed her to him. His mouth came down on hers as his hand made its way down the waistband of her trews and into her underwear to cup her aching sex. His finger roved hungrily over her flesh. Finally, he slid two fingers into her pussy and seated his palm over her clit.
At the same time, he kissed her. Hard. Deep. A taking, this time. One she welcomed.
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Anya Bast
Cerian nearly lost her balance. Goddess…the man could kiss. He parted her lips and tangled his tongue with hers as though starving. His hand moved on her pussy, his fingers thrusting as he worked magic over her.
He ripped his mouth away and groaned. She felt his hard cock pressing into her.
“Cerian,” he murmured so close to her lips that the words brushed her. “You feel like heaven.”
Her climax burst over her in a near drowning wave. He covered her mouth with his, consuming all the sound she made.
“Oh. Oh, sweet Danu,” she cursed softly. Her breath came heavy and a flush had settled in her cheeks. She was lost to him now. Lost to his mouth and hands. She would have him in her bed, in her shower, and every inch of floor in between.
He pulled her against him and kissed the top of her head in a gesture that was so full of caring—so wonderfully domestic —that she nearly wept. Maybe she could afford herself the illusion. Just for a little while. Just for a few short hours.
“Come to my chamber,” she murmured.
His response was cut off by the sound of screaming from the main cavern. The shouts were mixed with masculine commands fired off in Sarthian.
“Cerian!” Ta’bat’s roar echoed through the caves and into the corridor they stood in. “Give me the Vampir!”
Cerian froze, her mind stuttering over the fact that Ta’bat was actually in her mountain. Then she grabbed Rhys’ hand and pulled him down the corridor with a hard yank. She’d never dreamed the Sarthes could infiltrate their caves. They’d gotten through all their magical safeguards. How?
More traitors, perhaps. More Danaan like the one they’d found this
She sucked in a breath. What would it be like if he really touched her? Skin to skin, breath mingling with breath…sex interconnecting with sex.
“Do you want that?” he murmured close to her ear. “I do, Cerian. Very much.”
Danu! She’d been so relaxed, she’d slipped and broadcast that last thought.
A flush crept up her cheeks as her heart rate sped up and her nipples hardened. She shut her mind to him and didn’t answer.
He brought his hand down over her abdomen to her sex.
He wove a seductive spell around her without so much as touching her. She felt his warm fingers on her slick folds, delving into her pussy and brushing her clit. Goddess, she did want his hands on her. His real hands, skin to skin.
She moaned. How much was she expected to take? Her resolve crumbled completely.
“Please,” she whispered.
“What, Cerian?” His voice came harsh now, an aroused accented roll off his tongue.
“Tell me what you want.”
Images of the fantasy she’d had of him the night before in the shower rolled over her. She didn’t block them, rather sending them full-force to Rhys. He pressed her face-first against the wall of the shower, his hands playing over her breasts, caressing and plumping as he pressed the head of his cock into her pussy and drove into her from behind. He braced his hands on her hips and shafted her slow at first, then faster and harder until she clawed at the wall in front of her. He licked the skin of her throat and then bit as the first throes of her climax gripped her…
He growled, low, deep and dangerously.
“Please touch me,” she said, barely loud enough to hear.
She didn’t have to ask twice. He took her by the small of her back and pressed her to him. His mouth came down on hers as his hand made its way down the waistband of her trews and into her underwear to cup her aching sex. His finger roved hungrily over her flesh. Finally, he slid two fingers into her pussy and seated his palm over her clit.
At the same time, he kissed her. Hard. Deep. A taking, this time. One she welcomed.
47
Anya Bast
Cerian nearly lost her balance. Goddess…the man could kiss. He parted her lips and tangled his tongue with hers as though starving. His hand moved on her pussy, his fingers thrusting as he worked magic over her.
He ripped his mouth away and groaned. She felt his hard cock pressing into her.
“Cerian,” he murmured so close to her lips that the words brushed her. “You feel like heaven.”
Her climax burst over her in a near drowning wave. He covered her mouth with his, consuming all the sound she made.
“Oh. Oh, sweet Danu,” she cursed softly. Her breath came heavy and a flush had settled in her cheeks. She was lost to him now. Lost to his mouth and hands. She would have him in her bed, in her shower, and every inch of floor in between.
He pulled her against him and kissed the top of her head in a gesture that was so full of caring—so wonderfully domestic —that she nearly wept. Maybe she could afford herself the illusion. Just for a little while. Just for a few short hours.
“Come to my chamber,” she murmured.
His response was cut off by the sound of screaming from the main cavern. The shouts were mixed with masculine commands fired off in Sarthian.
“Cerian!” Ta’bat’s roar echoed through the caves and into the corridor they stood in. “Give me the Vampir!”
Cerian froze, her mind stuttering over the fact that Ta’bat was actually in her mountain. Then she grabbed Rhys’ hand and pulled him down the corridor with a hard yank. She’d never dreamed the Sarthes could infiltrate their caves. They’d gotten through all their magical safeguards. How?
More traitors, perhaps. More Danaan like the one they’d found this
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