Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,48

and a newfound maturity in the way she carried herself.

His cock twitched. If she’d been gorgeous five years ago, now she was staggeringly beautiful.

Half afraid he might be jerked awake to discover that this was just another fantasy, he gently palmed her breasts.

“You are exquisite,” he rasped, molding the small globes as he sucked in a deep breath drenched in honeysuckle. “I ache for you.”

Her lips parted on a tiny gasp, her face flushed as she quivered beneath his touch.

“Bas.”

He slowly dipped his head, allowing his tongue to touch the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. He smiled as he felt her jerk in surprise at the electric pleasure that jolted between them.

He traced his lips up her throat, finding a sensitive hollow beneath her ear before at last covering her mouth in a kiss that hinted at pleasure yet to come.

“No more talking.” He nuzzled the corner of her mouth, his fingers finding the hardened nubs of her nipples. She gave a soft groan. He used the tip of his tongue to trace the sumptuous curve of her lower lip. “I’ve waited far too long to have you back in my arms.”

Her mouth parted in an unspoken invitation even as she pulled back her head to meet his smoldering gaze with a frown.

“You should know that I still have the same spell I had when I got pregnant with Molly,” she murmured.

He frowned at her strange words.

“And?”

“And I can’t be certain it isn’t faulty.”

Without warning a savage surge of satisfaction raced through him.

There was no way she wouldn’t have seen a witch to ensure her birth control was working properly if she had taken another lover.

“Good,” he said, his voice thickening as he continued to tease her sensitive nipples, watching her eyes darken with hunger that matched his own. “I hope it is faulty.”

She blinked, clearly having difficulty following his conversation.

“What?”

“We make beautiful babies, cara.”

Taking swift advantage of her dumbfounded reaction to his blunt admission, Bas reached down to scoop her off her feet, heading toward the narrow bed tucked beneath the sharply angled ceiling.

It was going to be a wonder if he didn’t knock himself out on one of the open beams.

Leaning forward, he gently laid her on the mattress before crouching beside the bed.

“Your hair fascinates me,” he murmured, allowing his fingers to run through the silver strands, carefully spreading them over the pillow. “And your skin.” His fingers drifted over her cheek. “I’ve never seen such flawless perfection.”

She watched him with dark, hungry eyes, unconsciously licking her lips.

His cock twitched in instant response. Christ, what he wouldn’t do to have her take him in between those lush lips.

“I thought we weren’t talking?”

A beat passed before he tilted back his head to laugh with rich enjoyment.

The first time they’d been together it’d been all about heat and need and swift gratification. This time there was a far deeper connection.

Not only because they shared a child whom they both loved, but because now he knew what caused the haunted shadows in the velvet depths of her eyes, and the boundless courage beneath her fragile appearance.

He not only lusted after her, he actually admired her.

Holding her gaze, he slowly tugged his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it. Peeling it off, he tossed it aside before he was moving to perch on the edge of the mattress. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, then, careful to stand where he wouldn’t whack his head, he slid down the zipper of his trousers.

Acutely aware of her heated gaze, he shoved them off his legs along with his silk underwear. Instantly his erection throbbed in anticipation.

He’d gone so long without giving thought to his sexual needs, he’d forgotten how intense the anticipation could be. Now he felt as if he were under some strange compulsion as he leaned a knee on the mattress, gazing down at the female stretched below him like a pagan sacrifice.

Myst stirred restlessly beneath his unwavering scrutiny.

“Is something wrong?” she asked in husky tones.

“I want to take it slow,” he muttered. “I want to savor every second.” He leaned down to claim her mouth in a deep, searching kiss. He shuddered. Her lips tasted of honey and pure womanly temptation. An intoxicating combination. “Last time, I assumed we would have as long as we desired to explore one another.” He brushed his lips over her cheek, her temple, and her forehead, memorizing each finely molded feature. “I’m not making the same