Blood and Blade (Goddess with a Blade #6) - Lauren Dane Page 0,16

“I didn’t know, I was simply concerned. Now though? I think we’re both good to go.”

Bad things loomed on the horizon. Deadly, potentially disastrous things. But for that moment it was just the two of them and Rowan decidedly shut out everything but that.

It was her turn to laugh as he spun her back to his bed and tossed her there. Clive Stewart, Scion of North America, stood at the edge of the mattress, watching her, his gaze roving over her body greedily.

He wore such a smug bastard expression that she thrilled even as she accepted that from anyone else it would make her stabbity. Her Scion made it work. His arrogance was her sexual preference.

Though she still wanted to stab him sometimes. He was an arrogant bastard after all. That rode a person’s nerves even on the best of days.

“You’re a ferocious bitch, darling Hunter. I adore you.”

No one complimented her like he did. No one understood her, knew what delighted and frustrated her the way Clive did. He ignored her sharp edges. Maybe even got off on them sometimes.

But the way he looked at her like there was nothing and no one else in the world who could compare to her in his eyes was a gift she’d never expected. Not from anyone much less the Scion of North America.

He should have been her enemy but instead he was her husband.

He picked up her foot and kissed up to her ankle and then ever so slowly as he crawled onto the bed, he left hot, wet kisses up the inside of her calf, the back of her knee and her thigh right up to the seam where it met her body.

He licked that ever so sensitive flesh and teased her, shifting to the other leg instead of focusing on her pussy.

Each moment, each touch brought them back together again. Underlined their bond. What she felt through that bond was once again utterly self-assured. No shadows of doubt. Just raw sexual power. Greed as he stroked talented fingertips from her collarbone down and over her nipples, pausing to pinch and tug until she gasped.

Then he was gone again, kissing over her ribs. First the right side and then the left. Slowly down over the rise of her hip bone and then at long last he spread her wide and took a long, deep lick that had her arching her back and gripping his hair to hold him in place.

His satisfied growl sent shivers over her, followed by a wash of heat as he used the lightest stroke of his incisors to tease.

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She tried to yank him where she wanted him, but he resisted, taking his time and doing everything on his terms.

Clive never ceased to wonder at the enormity of just how much he wanted her. He drowned in her taste, the feel of her skin against his. Craved that taut, solid weight of her body, long and lithe.

Her muscles trembled, especially once he ran the flat of his tongue over her clit a few times. Unable to resist, he pet over her thighs and belly as he continued to worship her with his mouth, swirling his lips and tongue over and around, through the slick heat of her pussy until he knew she was very close.

This first climax would loosen up her muscles and relax her. And it would please him just as much because making Rowan come was one of his very favorite things.

The magic in her taste intensified as she came on a gasp, her fingers in his hair tightening, holding him in place as he licked and sucked her through a smaller, second orgasm.

When she fell back to the bed on a pleasured sigh and let go of his hair, he surged up her body to kiss her lips and then flipped her over.

“I want to fuck you from behind,” he murmured, guiding himself into her. “I get so deep this way.” He underlined that with a flex of his hips, thrusting all the way to the root in one stroke.

She surrounded him. Not just the physical embrace of her inner walls around his cock, but their bond swept him up as he experienced part of her pleasure while his fed back to her. An endless, dizzying loop of pleasure.

Her moan told him she found it as delicious as he did.

This was homecoming each and every time. Molten hot and surprisingly sweet.

He licked up the curve of her shoulder, tasting the spice of