her tense he paused just over her lips, waiting for her to push him away.
Deep inside, a cowardly part of him almost hoped she would call an end to the madness. This addictive craving for a female who might very well prove to be his enemy was a weakness he couldn’t afford. Not if he was to bring an end to the threat of the Dark Lord.
That part, thankfully, was buried beneath a jolt of white-hot pleasure when she lifted her head off the pillow to close the shallow space between their lips.
The taste of her was like the finest brandy. Smooth, silky, with a burn he could feel to the tips of his toes. Oh ... bloody hell. Over the past centuries he’d forgotten the explosive excitement of mutual passion. He’d trained himself to use sex as a weapon for the survival of his people. It had become an unfortunate necessity.
And then Jaelyn had crashed into his life.
A beautiful, lethal predator in spandex who had managed to kick-start his lust into hyperdrive and reminded him in vivid detail the pleasure of being a fully functioning male.
The wonder of touching and being touched. Of feeling her tempting body soften in welcome. Of being consumed by the tidal wave of desire.
“Tell me that you want me, poppet,” he murmured against her lips. “I need to hear the words.”
“You talk too much,” she growled, allowing her fangs to press against his lower lip.
The feel of those lethal fangs should have jerked him out of his sensual haze. The female could drain him in a heartbeat. But instead of fear a raw sense of anticipation seared through him.
It was ... intoxicating.
“Admit the truth. You want me.”
His commanding words were imprisoned against his lips as she once again claimed his mouth in a kiss that demanded capitulation. He was prepared to react to her touch, but the sheer power of it caught him off guard.
God, yes. This was precisely what he’d wanted from the first minute he’d caught sight of this female stalking him.
He pressed her against the mattress, drinking in the cool enticement that was uniquely Jaelyn. And still she was not close enough. He growled deep in his throat as he reached down to grasp her top and with one tug ripped it over her head to reveal the smooth perfection of her alabaster breasts tipped with pale rose nipples.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in aching tones, his head dipping down to capture the tip of her beaded nipple between his lips.
With a whimper, Jaelyn shifted beneath him, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“This is insanity,” she muttered.
He lifted his head to meet her glittering gaze. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Stop and I’ll kill you,” she rasped, wrenching her arms from his confining grasp to reach for his T-shirt. With one motion she was wrestling it off him with obvious impatience.
Ariyal had imagined the sensation of her hands running over his skin a hundred times, but nothing could prepare him for the actual reality. He shuddered beneath her exploring touch, his erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.
“Then tell me what you want, Jaelyn.”
“You.” She trembled as he kissed his way over the curve of her ear. “I want you.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
His hands trailed up her bare arms, savoring the cool silk of her skin.
“No regrets.” He gave a small nip at the lobe of her ear, smiling as she jerked beneath him.
“Did I mention you talk too much?”
He gave her another nip. “Yes.”
“I ...”
Her sharp retort was lost as his hands shifted to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her straining nipples.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“I don’t remember.”
He softly chuckled as his lips drifted over her cheek before nuzzling the edge of her mouth.
“I want you naked,” he murmured as he forced his reluctant hands to leave the delicious temptation of her breasts to skim down her slender hips, pushing off the spandex pants before jerking off the rest of his own clothes. Then, urging her legs to wrap back around his hips, he settled until his arousal was pressed directly against her point of pleasure. “Perfect.”
Jaelyn shuddered at the feel of his hard erection rubbing against her. Holy shit. She’d always been in control on the rare occasions she’d taken a lover.
She found it oddly erotic to be in bed with a man who could equal her in strength.
And stubborn determination.
His power was as heady as the rarest aphrodisiac.
“Jaelyn, look at me.”
She shivered at his soft command; then at last she lifted