Lord of the Abyss - By Nalini Singh Page 0,54

took that long to figure out what he intended. "I think I better - oh!" He had her in his arms, his mouth on hers before she could finish the sentence.

His tongue pushed past her lips and, oh, it was a very naughty kind of a kiss but she couldn't resist him, especially when he was so strong and warm and hard against her. His skin was like hot satin, his muscles fluid beneath the smooth heat. His jaw was a little rough, making her wonder what that stubbled skin would feel like against her breasts.

The wickedness of her own thoughts scandalized her, but that didn't stop her from sucking on his tongue. He liked that. His hands, those arrogant, wandering hands, told her so. A minute later, he was raising her dress again and she had no will to stop him.

So when he sat down in the chair and swiveled her around so her back faced his front, she went, feeling shameless and brazen and bad. Very, very bad. But Micah didn't pull her down to the dark temptation of his lap. No, he stopped her between his legs. Then, tucking up her skirt into the thin belt that was part of the dress, he ran his hand over the lush curves she'd hated all her life.

Heat burned her cheeks and she wasn't sure whether it was arousal or embarrassment. Whatever it was, it left her immobile, waiting on tenterhooks for his next touch.

A hot breath. "So soft, Lily." His fingers sliding through her slick flesh, heading straight for the little nub that pulsed hot and tight.

"Micah!"

"This place gives you pleasure." It was a satisfied statement. "Like this?" A rough flick.

Her knees crumpled.

Making a low, rumbling sound that seemed to be a remnant of the creature he'd been before they slept, he held her upright using an arm around her waist. His fingers rubbed, slid back, circled the entrance to her body with an exploring touch. Expecting a sensual intrusion, she was taken utterly by surprise when he arrowed his fingers through her intimate lips again, closing the rough pads of his fingers around the nub that made her boneless. "I want to put my mouth here, Lily."

"Don't. You. Dare." She wouldn't survive. Even the thought of it - that beautiful, sensual mouth on her most secret place, a place that he was caressing with a distinctly proprietary touch - made her so hot that her dress was suddenly too tight, her breasts feeling far bigger than she knew them to be.

"I will dare." Continuing to hold her up with that strong arm around her waist, he moved his fingers back down to her slick and sensitive entrance, began to push in a little with one thick finger, halted at her cry. "Am I causing you hurt?"

"No," she whispered, knowing she should've used the opportunity to stop him, keep this from progressing any further - but she wanted this wicked pleasure, would steal it from him.

Taking her at her word, he pushed in slow, so slow.

She cried out again - her body was tight, untried, and it felt too much and not enough at the same time. When he withdrew his finger, she couldn't help her whimper of protest. But he didn't leave her for long. Stroking his hands down the insides of her thighs, he said, "Can you reach the table?"

"Yes." Her hands were already gripping the edge of the fallen wooden table before she realized what she was doing, her thighs parting in an instinctive attempt at balance. Nerves awakened - she'd never had a man within her, and he'd moved so fast, until she was now in position for him to mount her. However, she had no intention of stopping him, not this man who looked at her and saw a woman he desired. Never had she felt as she did in Micah's arms. Never had she wanted this badly.

The hot gust of his breath on her most intimate flesh was the only warning she had before he put his mouth on her. Her brain simply stopped functioning at the crash of scandalizing pleasure, her entire body taut with shock. She had to protest. This was surely not something... "Oh." It was a shuddering moan as he flicked his tongue over the entrance to her body.

Micah smiled at the sound of Liliana's pleasure. It was good that she enjoyed this, because he had every intention of repeating the act; she tasted unlike anything he'd ever before