said, I’m not a going-back kinda girl.”
The desire in his dark, compelling eyes thrilled her. His dark curls were mussed and a beard shadowed his taut jaw. He was tall, powerful and leanly muscled. He ran his gaze over her as if she were a doe and he a hungry wolf.
When he threw her over one shoulder, she squealed a protest. Lucien gave her a light smack on her bottom and jogged upstairs with her.
He dumped her unceremoniously on his bed and freed her from her clothing.
Then Lucien stripped. Her fascinated gaze tracked every bulging muscle, each sculpted limb, the dark, crisp curls there, tapering to a fine line at his flat torso until flaring out into the thicker nest at his groin.
A hank of hair hung rebelliously over his forehead as he watched her quietly. She felt an urge to brush it back, fully see his eyes.
Would they be shining with desire? Or speculation?
Suddenly she didn’t want to know. She only wanted to sink fully into the dream of being cherished and loved by this man. Let it caress and take her where it would.
Everything happened in a haze of pleasure. Lucien touching her, stroking her naked bottom. Whispering words of passion, urging her to bind herself to him. His tongue dragging slowly over her shuddering flesh. A nip of fang as he kissed her.
Reaching between her legs, he slowly stroked, coaxing more moisture from her aroused body. She cried out in pleasured shock.
He loomed over her, his big body pressing her into the soft mattress. His erection nudged her slick folds. A sob escaped, but this time she opened herself wide for him.
Suddenly he flipped her over to her stomach. Intrigued, she glanced up to see him reach for a tube. Mischief danced in his gaze.
The berry-scented oil heated beneath his expert fingers. He massaged it deep into her muscles, pausing to flick his tongue over the spot he caressed. Mara rested her head on her arms, moaning as he worked magic with his hands.
Lucien parted her buttocks, slid an oiled finger along the taut cleft. His strokes were light and teasing as he spread the slickness over her clit. She felt dripping with want, aching with need, and she arched her back in a silent plea for more.
“Now you are ready to take me,” he murmured in satisfaction.
Drawing her back on all fours, he grasped her hips. She felt the hardness of his thick shaft nudge her tender folds. Lucien slid his cock along her soaked cleft, tunneling through it in long, teasing strokes. Her vagina clenched in an agony of need. Fill me, she begged silently.
Then he drew back, found her opening. He pushed inside her and took her, hard and fast. One hand slid around her front, teasing her clit.
Mara arched and cried out as the tension burst within her. He joined her, pumping deep inside with a hoarse shout of her name. As her body finally quieted, she felt him loom behind her, powerful, strong, dangerous.
“You’re mine, Mara. Forever,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck with his wet mouth.
And then he bit her.
Pain surrendered to rapture as he pierced the skin with his sharp fangs. Lucien drank deeply from her, each pull a lick of fire between her legs. Mara reared up, but he wrapped two steely arms around her and held her fast. Another orgasm shuddered through her.
He stopping drinking, gave the wounds a slow, sensual lick. Trembling, she lay on the bed, still shivering from the aftershock of climax.
A slight sting was the only reminder of his fangs on her skin. But deep inside, she felt her demon give a last, protesting shriek, and the white light cried out as well. And then both darkness and light were quiet, leaving her hollow and empty.
Chapter 10
He’d taken her blood. The delicious languor faded, replaced by sheer panic. Mara felt the forces inside her fading as if someone had uncorked her like wine. She sat up, struggling against the sudden weakness.
Lucien pressed her back onto the mattress. “Easy,” he soothed. “You’ll be slightly dizzy for a while, it will
The desire in his dark, compelling eyes thrilled her. His dark curls were mussed and a beard shadowed his taut jaw. He was tall, powerful and leanly muscled. He ran his gaze over her as if she were a doe and he a hungry wolf.
When he threw her over one shoulder, she squealed a protest. Lucien gave her a light smack on her bottom and jogged upstairs with her.
He dumped her unceremoniously on his bed and freed her from her clothing.
Then Lucien stripped. Her fascinated gaze tracked every bulging muscle, each sculpted limb, the dark, crisp curls there, tapering to a fine line at his flat torso until flaring out into the thicker nest at his groin.
A hank of hair hung rebelliously over his forehead as he watched her quietly. She felt an urge to brush it back, fully see his eyes.
Would they be shining with desire? Or speculation?
Suddenly she didn’t want to know. She only wanted to sink fully into the dream of being cherished and loved by this man. Let it caress and take her where it would.
Everything happened in a haze of pleasure. Lucien touching her, stroking her naked bottom. Whispering words of passion, urging her to bind herself to him. His tongue dragging slowly over her shuddering flesh. A nip of fang as he kissed her.
Reaching between her legs, he slowly stroked, coaxing more moisture from her aroused body. She cried out in pleasured shock.
He loomed over her, his big body pressing her into the soft mattress. His erection nudged her slick folds. A sob escaped, but this time she opened herself wide for him.
Suddenly he flipped her over to her stomach. Intrigued, she glanced up to see him reach for a tube. Mischief danced in his gaze.
The berry-scented oil heated beneath his expert fingers. He massaged it deep into her muscles, pausing to flick his tongue over the spot he caressed. Mara rested her head on her arms, moaning as he worked magic with his hands.
Lucien parted her buttocks, slid an oiled finger along the taut cleft. His strokes were light and teasing as he spread the slickness over her clit. She felt dripping with want, aching with need, and she arched her back in a silent plea for more.
“Now you are ready to take me,” he murmured in satisfaction.
Drawing her back on all fours, he grasped her hips. She felt the hardness of his thick shaft nudge her tender folds. Lucien slid his cock along her soaked cleft, tunneling through it in long, teasing strokes. Her vagina clenched in an agony of need. Fill me, she begged silently.
Then he drew back, found her opening. He pushed inside her and took her, hard and fast. One hand slid around her front, teasing her clit.
Mara arched and cried out as the tension burst within her. He joined her, pumping deep inside with a hoarse shout of her name. As her body finally quieted, she felt him loom behind her, powerful, strong, dangerous.
“You’re mine, Mara. Forever,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck with his wet mouth.
And then he bit her.
Pain surrendered to rapture as he pierced the skin with his sharp fangs. Lucien drank deeply from her, each pull a lick of fire between her legs. Mara reared up, but he wrapped two steely arms around her and held her fast. Another orgasm shuddered through her.
He stopping drinking, gave the wounds a slow, sensual lick. Trembling, she lay on the bed, still shivering from the aftershock of climax.
A slight sting was the only reminder of his fangs on her skin. But deep inside, she felt her demon give a last, protesting shriek, and the white light cried out as well. And then both darkness and light were quiet, leaving her hollow and empty.
Chapter 10
He’d taken her blood. The delicious languor faded, replaced by sheer panic. Mara felt the forces inside her fading as if someone had uncorked her like wine. She sat up, struggling against the sudden weakness.
Lucien pressed her back onto the mattress. “Easy,” he soothed. “You’ll be slightly dizzy for a while, it will
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