that would result in her death for a fourth and final time?
Sudden fear congealed in her belly. Any man who could invoke such a response with his kisses was dangerous to her. And he'd been present every time she'd died. What was he really? Her salvation, her doom, or something else? What was she doing kissing him and entrusting herself to him? This was risky on so many levels—
Hey, hey, hey, he said softly, his arm tightening around her back, crushing her breasts against his chest, making her nipples ache with need. Don't pull back. Think good thoughts. Like how my mouth-to-mouth is better than any other guy's kiss... no, fuck that. Don't think of anyone else's kiss. That's a crappy idea.
She almost burst out laughing at his disgruntled tone, her laughter chasing away the fear that had been building in her. She realized she was in no position to be saying no to this man, not right now. Ian was saving her life, and heaven knew she pretty much sucked at saving herself. The larger threat he represented would just have to be dealt with later, when there was enough air around for her to breathe on her own. You're jealous of another man kissing me?
Shit, yeah. You might not remember what happened between us, but sex of that magnitude has an impact on a man. His mouth tightened on hers, and suddenly, it became more than an offering of air. It became the kiss of a man who wanted to possess, seduce, and devour the woman who was naked in his arms.
Oh... This was good. Really good. Terrifying...but it was also delicious and incredible to be the recipient of a kiss so full of lust that it couldn't be contained.
Heat and desire burst through her, coiling through her body like a hot wind on a summer night. Desperate need raced along her spine, and her resistance to him crumpled under his onslaught. He growled and amped up the intensity of the kiss, his mouth demanding and hot, his tongue no longer a tease, but an aggressive, dominating force that thrust past her defenses, igniting a fire that seemed to burn through her skin. The kiss became about heat and desire and passion. And need. Dear God, she craved him so deeply she wanted to tear off her skin and plunge inside him until there was nothing separating them, until they were one.
She wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck, pressing her body against his, meeting his kisses with a carnal desire of her own. Her tongue met his in a sinful dance of promise and temptation—
Jesus, Alice. Ian broke the kiss suddenly, stripping her of the heat he'd been generating.
She gasped in protest, barely remembering to close her mouth before the saltwater poured down her throat. She wanted to yank him down toward her and make him kiss her again and again. Down her neck, over her collarbone, and across the swell of her breasts. Then he would take her nipple in his mouth and—
Don't finish that thought, he interrupted, jerking her out of her fantasy, making her realize exactly how much she'd fallen under his spell with her erotic fantasies.
Oh, God. He was so much more dangerous than she'd even realized.
Ian was staring at her intently, his brown eyes stormy with dark clouds of desire, and her body throbbed in response. Ian growled, his jaw tight. We are so going to finish that when we get out of here.
Out of here? she echoed blankly, trying to gather her thoughts when all she could think about was his mouth trailing over her skin, his hands moving lower and—
Yes, here. He grinned, a cocky grin, as if she'd just dubbed him king of the world because his kiss had made her forget everything else. At the bottom of the ocean, dangling precariously over a chasm that's haunted by demon spirits who are trying to claim your soul. That's the here I'm talking about.
Oh... His words wrenched her back to the present, to the fact they were hanging on the side of a cliff, protected from death only by his mace jammed into the rock. Oh, yeah, that here. Fear bubbled back up to the surface, and she glanced down. Only a few yards below them was the thick, shadowy mist from the demon world, waiting to take her soul. Ian was the only thing keeping her out of their reach.
She quickly jerked her attention back to her savior,