Dark Carousel (Dark #30) - Christine Feehan Page 0,36

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“Lourdes.” She murmured her niece’s name and tried to surface. She hadn’t checked on her. Hadn’t seen that her greatest treasure, the gift her brother left behind for her, was safe.

“Open your eyes, sielamet, and see her.”

Her lashes felt as if they weighed a ton. Still wrapped tightly around Tariq’s body, she opened her eyes and saw her niece through a window, as if she were outside the bedroom looking in. Lourdes slept peacefully, the covers pulled over her light little body. Charlotte’s lashes drifted down, and then the lovers were moving again. The cool air didn’t do a thing to cool her hot body. She began to move, helpless not to, grinding down over his cock. Needing him all over again.

He didn’t seem to mind in the least. His hands cupped her bottom and he lifted her, showing her how to ride him as he continued moving. She kept her face buried against him and didn’t bother to try to open her eyes—she just took her pleasure, sliding up and down that thick, velvet-covered shaft that seemed to radiate heat hotter than a furnace.

Then she was on her knees, bent over a bed, and he gripped her from behind, one arm around her waist, the other hand tugging on her nipples, first one then the other, his mouth on the nape of her neck while he pounded into her from behind. His body held her captive, and she loved the feeling of his weight on her, his mouth sucking on her neck. His teeth scraping. His bite. Sharp teeth. Such an erotic pain.

She threw her head back and to the side to encourage him to bite the other side of her neck. He’d had her right side, her throat, the back of her neck, and she wanted every single part of her claimed by him. He obliged, his hips all the while thrusting hard, a relentless machine, over and over, a heady, wild ride she never wanted to end.

Even as he leaned over her, his body strong and hard, pinning her against the mattress, his hair sweeping her bare skin and his teeth biting down, she heard the murmur of his voice stroking caresses in her head. Soft. Gentle. A counterpart to the savage way his body moved into hers.

En évsatzak piwtäak tet. I have searched through centuries for you.

She didn’t know how that could be the truth, but she loved that he said it, and by the look on his face, he meant it. For him, waiting for her had seemed centuries. It was the same for her. She’d looked the world over for something she desperately needed and hadn’t found it until now.

His body was hard and hot, his cock sinking deep, pushing through sensitive tissues to claim her. To brand her. It was so beautiful she felt tears welling up.

Kužõ, ainaak évsatzak otti jelä että íla en wäkeva ködaba. Long, endless centuries to find the light that would shine through the unrelenting darkness.

With fire streaking through her body, and his hand curved around the nape of her neck, holding her in place, she could barely hear the words. They weren’t so much in her ears as in her mind. For a moment she nearly surfaced, anxiety close in spite of the molten honey moving through her veins.

Ašša moo pél. There is no need for fear.

His other hand found her breast, fingers pinching her nipple hard, tugging, rolling, sending lightning sizzling through her body until she was gasping for air, crying out with need, knowing she didn’t have anything to be afraid of. She trusted him with her body, and he was doing things to her she’d never imagined.

Én olenam teval it. I am with you now.

Tears spilled onto her lashes. She’d felt so alone, even when she was with her best friend. Even when she was with her brother. She loved them and knew they loved her, but there was something missing—until now. Until Tariq.

Pesäsz engemal. Stay with me.

Was he feeling the same way? That terrible need, as brutal and as beautiful as the hard strokes as he buried himself deep inside her. Did he need her to fill him the way he filled her? Her heart? Her soul? Her body?

Olensz engemal. Be with me.

She cried out as his hands shifted, moved over her body possessively while he drove himself into her like a man possessed. She felt that coiling deep inside, a burn that became a wildfire out of control. She wanted to be with