Burned by Darkness - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,55

her fingers over the blunt tip and then down the shaft to the soft sack below.

“Hmm,” she murmured. “I prefer the notion of having you kneeling at my feet.”

“Holy hell,” Baine moaned, his fingers closing over her own as he encouraged her to stroke up and down. “With this sort of incentive I promise I will kneel at your feet as often as you want.”

“Promises, promises—”

Her mocking words broke off with a soft moan as he lowered his head and captured her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.

White-hot need seared through her as she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Immediately the scent of exotic male spices filled the air.

Yum.

She shivered as his hands followed the curve of her spine, then cupped her butt in a possessive grip. His raw power filled her mind until there was nothing but him. The taste of his kiss, the incandescent heat of his touch.

Gently his tongue parted her lips to slip inside. Tayla eagerly opened to his caress. At the same time, Baine growled deep in his throat, allowing his hands to skim upward to at last cup the aching fullness of her breasts.

Tayla trembled. Oh…yes. She squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the sensation of his fingers teasing her nipples into tender peaks. Pleasure streaked through her body like bolts of lightning.

She pressed against his hard form, greedy for more.

“Baine.”

His lips nuzzled her cheek as his thumbs continued to caress her aching nipples.

“I have been alone so long, Tayla,” he whispered. “I never dared to hope I would ever have a mate.”

The stark words sent a shiver of longing down her spine.

She better than anyone understood loneliness.

And a wistful yearning for a family that she kept tucked in a secret part of her heart.

“Your mate,” she whispered.

“Mine.” He pulled back to study her with a heated gaze. “Yes…mine at last.”

The breath was knocked from her lungs as he reached down to scoop her off her feet, and moved into the shadows of the vast bedroom. Tayla had never felt so protected as she did in his strong arms, and she turned her head to nuzzle the bare skin of his chest.

This was what it meant to share her life with another, she hazily acknowledged.

Clutching his shoulders she sensed as Baine slowly lowered her onto the pillows of the wide bed. She lifted her heavy lashes to watch as he hastily reached down to jerk off her shoes and then wrestle her out of the remainder of her clothing. There was none of his usual grace but somehow his obvious impatience only increased the excitement that thundered through her body.

He was so…beautiful.

A magnificent combination of hard muscles, sinew, and raw power that would make any female shiver in anticipation.

Expecting Baine to join her on the mattress, Tayla was caught off guard when he bent beside the bed, a wicked smile tugging at his lips.

“You said you wanted me on my knees.”

Her heart missed a beat. Oh yeah. Having this gorgeous male as her sex slave was a fantasy she was going to relish for several centuries.

Maybe a few millennia.

“Do you always intend to be so accommodating?” she teased.

He leaned forward to hover just above her waiting mouth.

“Probably not. I’m usually an opinionated ass.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to argue with that.”

“I didn’t think you would.” Skimming his mouth over her parted lips, Baine pulled back to watch as his fingers drifted down the slope of her shoulder and under the curve of her breast. His eyes smoldered with amber fire as she trembled in reaction. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Perfect.”

Her breath hissed between her teeth as he lightly circled her straining nipples in a teasing motion.

“Baine.”

With a husky growl Baine lowered his head to capture the tip of her breast in his mouth. Tayla cried out in pleasure as she arched upward. Over and over his tongue tormented the hardened nub as he used his erotic skill to drive her to the edge of madness.

Tayla clenched her teeth, her brain shutting down as a molten heat flowed through her veins.

Not that it mattered.

Who wanted to think when they could feel?

Teasing her nipple with growing insistence, Baine trailed his fingers down the quivering muscles of her stomach. With exquisite care he explored every inch of her satin skin, circling her belly button and drifting over her thighs.

Tayla bit her lower lip. He was deliberately tormenting her. Clearly enjoying the sight of her writhing beneath his touch. But any words