of delicate bones until his palms enveloped her breasts. Her head kicked back farther and her mouth parted.
As she opened for him like that, he had a screaming instinct to get inside of her any way he could. On reflex, he licked his upper lip while he rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He imagined himself thrusting his tongue into her mouth, going in between her teeth and fangs, taking her in that way.
Like she knew what he was thinking, she tried to turn and face him, but it seemed too close somehow... too real that she was giving herself to him, that she was going to let someone like him do intimate, erotic things to her body. He stopped her by grabbing her hips and pulling her hard into his thighs. He ground his teeth at the feel of her ass against that stiff thing straining his shorts.
"Zsadist... let me kiss you." She tried to turn around again and he stopped her.
As she struggled in his hold, he kept her in place easily. "It'll be better for you this way. If you can't see me, it'll be better."
"No, it won't."
He put his head down on her shoulder. "If I could just get Phury for you... I used to look like him once. You could pretend it's me."
She yanked her body free of his hands. "But it wouldn't be. And it's you I want."
As she looked at him with feminine expectation, he realized they were headed for the bed right behind her. And they were going to get down to it. But, God... he had no idea how to make her feel good. He might as well have been a virgin for all the shit he knew about pleasuring a female.
With that happy little revelation, he thought about the other male she'd had, that aristocrat who undoubtedly knew so much more about sex than he did. From out of nowhere, he was struck by a totally irrational urge to hunt down her previous lover and bleed him out.
Oh... hell. He closed his eyes. Oh... shit.
"What?" she asked.
This kind of violent, territorial impulse was characteristic of a bonded male. The hallmark of one, actually.
Z lifted his arm, put his nose to his bicep, and breathed in deep... The bonding scent was coming out of his skin. It was faint, probably only recognizable to him, but it was there.
Shit. Now what was he going to do?
Unfortunately, his instincts answered. As his body roared, he picked her up and headed for the bed.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Bella stared at Zsadist's face while he carried her across the room. His black eyes were narrowed into slits, a dark, erotic greed glittering in them. As he put her on the bed and looked down at her body, she had the distinct thought that he was going to eat her alive.
Except he just loomed over her.
"Arch your back for me," he demanded.
Okay... not what she expected.
"Arch your back, Bella."
Feeling oddly exposed, she did as he asked, craning her body off the mattress. As she moved on the bed, she glanced at the front of his shorts. His erection gave a mighty jerk, and the idea that it was going to be inside of her soon helped loosen her up.
He reached down and brushed one of her nipples with his knuckle. "I want this in my mouth."
A delicious greed of her own took root. "Then kiss - "
"Shh." His knuckle traveled in between her breasts and down her stomach. He stopped when he got to her belly button. Took his forefinger and ran a little circle around her navel. Then paused.
"Don't stop," she moaned.
He didn't. He went lower until he brushed across the top of her cleft. She bit her lip and eyed his body, that huge, warrior frame with all that stark, hard muscle. God... She was really getting ready for him.
"Zsadist - "
"I'm going to want to go down on you. And I won't be able to stop myself." With his free hand he rubbed his lips, as if he were imagining the act. "You prepared to let me do that?"
"Yes..."
He fingered the distorted side of his mouth as he stroked her slit. "Wish I had something better-looking to offer you. Because you're going to be perfect down there. I know it."
She hated the shame that came through his pride. "I think you're - "
"You've got one last chance to tell me no, Bella. If you don't right now, I'm going to be all