a door leading out back. Could my own desire be playing tricks on my mind? Only time will tell.
Having to sort through all the leads he has left over the past few hours to find the freshest, takes time and requires a patience I don’t have right now. The strongest takes me down the hall into our bedroom. Trying to discern anything in here, where we have shared so many hours of passion, proves pointless.
The files Tommy had delivered rest on a side table, but I have no time for them right now. Ten minutes into the hunt and if I had panties on, they’d be soaked. I pause again in the hall to let my senses flow out past the walls, hoping to catch my prey.
Where is he hiding? What space does he think is safe from me? He loves to be caught yet loves to outwit me. Desire sings through my veins, making my blood feel hot under my skin. Opening my mind up to discover his location, I’m greeted by darkness.
Trying to cheat, my dear?
The bastard has the nerve to say it with a grin.
It is not cheating, I answer. It’s called hunting. With an advantage.
Sure, keep telling yourself that. But I can tell you, the longer you take, the more inclined I might be to start without you…
Cheeky son of a bitch! Oh, we’re ON all right. I concentrate, which allows me to hear his zipper go down.
Oh no, you don’t, that’s MINE!
In a flash, I pinpoint him. Racing down the hall, I wrench open a door then fly down the stairs. He’s hiding in the basement workroom. The lights are off, but I can hear his ragged breathing. He’s as turned on as I am and loves that he can drive me this crazy.
“What took you so long, liebling? Didn’t want to arrive after the party started, did you?” He wraps a hand around his arousal.
Words are beyond me right now. I can see him in the dark, which makes his fully clothed, zipper-open position even sexier. He gives his thick erection a stroke, moaning out his enjoyment when his fist reaches the tip. I slip off the sleeves of my dress and let it puddle on the floor at my feet. Stepping out, I’m wearing only a bra, thigh-high stockings and heels.
I stalk over to his hiding spot up against a wall in the corner. Jumping up, I wrap my arms around his shoulders while placing my heels on the wall to either side of his waist. His cock rests in his hand, offering guidance to help me mount him.
A harsh breath escapes him as I lower slowly down the shaft while fastening my mouth to his neck. My sharp teeth gently break his delectable skin as I shout in his mind.
MINE!
The sweet taste of his blood flows into my mouth as he responds.
Technically, it’s attached to me, but I’ll let you borrow it.
The small puncture on his neck releases very little blood with my first taste. The snarky rejoinder from him becomes a thing of the past with my first deep pull.
Rafe grabs my hips and jerks himself forward in response. In two thrusts, he’s seated all the way in.
“God, you feel like a fist wrapped around me.”
“Mmm… ” I murmur against his neck, unwilling to let go yet.
Never taking more than a mouthful or two, I savor every drop I ingest from his glorious body. His cock slides out from my sheath slowly. The sheer size of him pulls the skin while forcing my body to stretch and accommodate, even as he withdraws. Never has any lover fit me this well; it’s like he was made a little bit bigger than I’d need. The teasing I’ve experienced all afternoon through my projections has left me moist, open and ready.
Drawing more blood will only make him peak faster, so I stop, wanting to draw out our enjoyment. Sometimes, reading my lover’s mind is not a bad thing.
Not yet, not yet… got to hang on… God, she feels so wet… so damn tight… slow down…
I know he doesn’t mean to project, but our tight bond permits most surface thoughts to leak through.
His voice sounds rough. “Stop, slow down, Dria. I don’t want to come yet. I’m so damn close.”
He pushes in deep, holding my hips firmly against him. His strong hands lock me in place, making it impossible for me to pull back and ride him no matter how much I’m aching to. I