Break the Day - Lara Adrian Page 0,60

teeth and emerging fangs. That shivery breath melted into a moan as he lowered his mouth to hers again.

All of the trauma and worries incinerated under the heat of his kiss. But where their need for each other was so often an explosive one, tonight there was as much unhurried tenderness as there was unbearable desire.

On a harsh groan, his lips moved away from hers, trailing down over the edge of her jaw and onto the sensitive column of her neck. Devony sucked in her breath, arousal spiraling through her. It twined with the powerful craving to feel his fangs sink into her bare flesh.

He growled in response to the hot coil of her need. “Fuck, you’re killing me. I can feel everything.”

She couldn’t help it. Couldn’t curb all the sensations he stoked within her. They climbed higher with every flick of his tongue and graze of his sharp fangs. Each caress of his hands over the silk covering her naked body licked through her like an open flame.

“Jesus, Devony . . . you are amazing. So fucking beautiful.”

He opened the robe and slid his hand onto her breast, kneading and stroking, pinching the pebbled nipple. His palm skimmed the front of her, down onto her abdomen as his tongue swept inside her mouth. She squirmed under his sensual assault, desire swamping her, pooling hot and wet in her core.

And then he touched her there. His fingers delved into the cleft of her body, slipping through her juices, making the hard hammer of her pulse become a drumming roar. She pulled in a sharp breath as he teased her clit and the sensitive flesh surrounding it. When he stepped back from her, she couldn’t hold back her protesting groan.

“I wish you could see yourself as I am right now,” he rasped. He licked his lips as the heat of his glowing eyes raked every inch of her. Everywhere his amber-filled gaze touched her, she burned. He drank her in slowly, as if he had all night to savor every inch of her.

God help her, she would never last.

She took a step toward him and he shook his head, a wicked tilt to his sexy mouth. He pulled his shirt off with impatient hands, tossing it aside. No trace of the UV burns remained on him anywhere now. Across his muscled chest and the ridges of his stomach, his glyphs roiled, alive with all the deep colors of desire.

Behind the zipper of his black jeans, his cock strained, thick and strong.

Devony’s vision burned even hotter as she studied him. Need rolled through her, along with a surging wave of possessiveness. Mine.

She didn’t know if she spoke the word out loud or merely thought it. Either way, it lived in her blood. It pounded through her veins and into all of her senses as he moved in close again and caught her face in his strong hands.

“Yes,” he said, his blazing eyes locked on hers. “Mine.”

He kissed her until she was breathless and quivering in his hands, then slowly sank down before her. “Open for me, baby.”

His hand guided her thighs apart, his thumb flicking over the crest of her sex. Her clit was already engorged and aching for his touch. When he stroked his fingers over it, she nearly climaxed on the spot.

A low purr vibrated deep in his throat as he pressed his lips to her. “I could get drunk on the smell of you,” he rasped, his hot breath skating over her sensitive flesh. “I already know how sweet you taste.”

His head dipped between her legs. His mouth closed over her, his tongue delving into her folds. She cried out when he suckled the tight bundle of nerves nestled between them. The pleasure was searing, intense, wrenching a jagged moan from somewhere deep inside her.

And Rafe’s mouth was relentless, merciless. She couldn’t slow down the mounting wave of release that crashed into her. She shattered against his tongue, one gale after another buffeting her as he held her against his mouth and wrung every last gasp and shiver from her body.

She sagged forward as the tremors slowly began to ease.

“You should’ve warned me you were going to do that,” she murmured, breathless as he rose to his feet. “I have a bath running. I should turn off the water before the tub overflows.”

Rafe smirked. “I’ve got a better idea.”

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

CHAPTER 21

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