Break the Day - Lara Adrian Page 0,34
clit with ruthless demand.
Her response seemed to spur his own. He moaned and dragged her closer, his palms cupping her backside, holding her steady when she could hardly keep from writhing in hot, pleasurable agony.
She wasn’t prepared for the sudden, overwhelming tide of sensation that rolled up on her.
The wave crested, then crashed, flooding every fiber of her being with a shimmery, quicksilver bliss. She cried out, his name ragged on her tongue as her release left her shaking in Rafe’s hands, her body convulsing against his whiskered face.
When she finally dragged her eyelids open, she found him staring at her, studying her with pure male appreciation. Her vision was soaked in amber, her fangs feeling as long and sharp as daggers as she panted heavily through her parted lips.
Rafe grinned. “Holy hell, Devony. I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
All she could do was moan in reply. Even that wordless sound was rough and inhuman. She’d never made a noise like that before. Never felt this alive.
And as overcome as he seemed looking at her, Devony could not begin to describe what the sight of Rafe did to her now, with her body thrumming from the pleasure he’d just given her.
Handsome and golden, his immense body wrapped in muscle, he was magnificent simply by existing. But now, with his aquamarine eyes engulfed in amber fire, his face stark with desire, and his sharp fangs gleaming, he was nothing short of awesome.
A fierce possessiveness washed over her as she gazed at him. It came from a place in her that had already claimed him as hers, even before tonight. It was an untamed part of her, one that had been sleeping until tonight. Until Rafe’s kiss in that parking lot woke her up.
Devony lifted up off the floor, one palm planted in the center of his chest.
He looked surprised at first, but an eager, approving light smoldered in his amber eyes as she urged him into a sitting position and rose onto her knees in front of him.
She pulled off his black T-shirt and let her gaze roam greedily over the tangles of glyphs covering his strong chest and arms. He didn’t have as many as her. Thanks to her mother’s laboratory-manipulated genetics, Devony had been born with an abundance of the skin markings, plus the diminutive teardrop-and-crescent-moon stamp of a Breedmate.
To anyone inside or outside of the Breed, she was unique. But to her, Rafe was a singular fascination.
One she simply could not resist.
She ran her hands over his smooth skin, watching the colors rush and churn along his glyphs. Dark wine, indigo and gold. Her own skin seethed with the same deep hues. All the colors of desire.
Rafe shuddered under her questing hands, his gaze molten. When she leaned forward and used her tongue to taste him the way he had done with her, his muscles flexed under her lips. The enormous bulge that filled the front of his black jeans grew even more pronounced.
His hands played in her hair, loosening it from the messy bun. “Have you ever been with a male of your own kind before?”
She licked her lips. “I’ve never been with anyone.”
He drew back and seized her hands, stilling them on a low curse. “No one at all?” When she shook her head, his expression hardened. “Ah, fuck. Devony . . . you should’ve told me.”
“Why? Would you want me less if you knew?”
His furrowed brow darkened even more. It took him a long moment to answer. “No. I don’t think anything could make me want you less. Not now. Not at any time.”
“Good.” She kissed him, no gentle tangle of their lips and tongues, but a melding, a claiming.
She didn’t want his tender care right now. She didn’t want gentle.
She simply wanted him.
Without releasing him from her kiss, she reached down to unfasten the button and zipper of his jeans. She fumbled a little, but then Rafe’s hands were there, too, as impatient and determined as hers.
When he was freed, she couldn’t resist the urge to touch him . . . to taste him.
His cock stood thick and proud, as glorious as the rest of him.
She took his length in both hands, marveling at his girth and heft. He hissed tightly as she stroked him, then released a strangled groan when she lowered her mouth over him and took him deep into her throat.
It seemed she was just finding her pace when he