Burned by Darkness - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,33

be drop-dead gorgeous…literally. But Baine’s beauty was like a punch to the gut.

So overpowering that it was difficult to believe he was real.

The sense of unreality was abruptly shattered as he reached out and, grabbing the neckline of her nightgown, ripped it in two.

“Hey,” she rasped.

With graceful ease, he was kneeling on the mattress next to her rigid body, his eyes burning with an amber fire.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his hand skimming over her shoulder and down her arm. “I’ll buy you a dozen new gowns,” he promised, his voice low and hypnotic. “A thousand.”

Tayla shivered, acutely aware her nipples were hardening beneath Baine’s smoldering survey. Her ego might demand she pretend that sharing a bed with this male was some huge sacrifice, but her body refused to cooperate.

“I can buy my own clothes,” she ridiculously muttered.

He gently traced the delicate line of her collarbone. “I want to see you draped in the finest silks.”

“That’s so…” The words tangled in her throat as his fingers drifted down to tease the sensitive tip of her breast. “Oh.”

Planting his hands on each side of her shoulders, he bent downward, replacing his teasing finger with his lips. Oh…yes. The wet heat was exactly what she wanted.

With growing insistence he sucked at her nipple, his glossy hair brushing her face and his hand running a bold trail down the tense muscles of her belly. Everywhere he touched, sparks of acute pleasure shot through her, coalescing in a throbbing ache between her legs.

Tayla hissed, her body bowing as a shimmering, incandescent bliss streaked through her.

His fingers traced the curve of her hip, his head lifting to reveal his expression that was rigid with barely restrained hunger.

“But then again, such amazing skin should never be covered,” he husked. “Perhaps I’ll keep you in my harem without anything to hide such beauty.”

She trembled, not nearly as outraged as she should be by his fantasy of watching her waltz around butt-naked. In fact, she was beginning to appreciate the advantages of allowing his lips and clever fingers free access.

It was only the mention of his damned harem that pissed her off.

“Not even in your dreams,” she forced herself to mutter.

His low chuckle brushed over her like a warm caress. Delicious. Almost as delicious as his hand sliding beneath her thigh to tug her legs apart.

Tayla swallowed a moan, her pussy clenching with anticipation. Just the thought of him settling on top of her and filling her with the thick length of his cock was almost enough to make her climax.

What would happen when he actually did it?

Would she combust?

“About those dragon duties,” she babbled, suddenly unnerved by the sheer fury of her desire.

It threatened to consume her.

“I’m taking care of the only dragon duty that matters,” he told her, his amber eyes holding her gaze as he reached down to yank off his loose pants.

Her nails dug into her palms. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look…

She looked.

And she was lost.

He was just as gorgeous as she anticipated. No. More gorgeous.

No amount of imagining could compare to the sight of his perfectly sculpted body that rippled with lean muscles and shimmered with his hypnotizing tattoos. He looked as if he’d been created by the hand of a master.

And then there was his cock…

Long and hard and thick enough to make her wonder whether or not he would fit.

“Baine,” she croaked, too lost in sensations to protest when he moved to settle his hips between her spread legs.

His head lowered, his mouth dropping restless kisses over her heated face before he licked a path down the side of her throat.

“Mmm.”

His rumble of pleasure vibrated against her, her hands moving to shove her fingers into the soft thickness of his hair. She’d wondered what it would feel like since she first caught sight of him. Now she knew. Satin. Pure satin.

“I love the taste of you,” he muttered, nipping the tender flesh at the base of her neck. “Lemons.”

Lemons? Tayla stiffened. That didn’t sound very sexy.

“Are you saying I’m sour?” she demanded.

“Tart,” he corrected, his lips grazing over her breasts to give each tightly clenched tip a lingering lick. “Tantalizing. Addictive.”

Okay. That sounded better. She gave a soft moan as his lips continued to skim downward, the heat of his body blasting through the air. Almost as if he’d opened the door of a furnace to allow his inner fire to sear through the air.

Sensing her startled shiver, he lifted his head to study her with concern.

“Am I too hot?”

A shaky