Darkness Avenged (Guardians of Eternity) Page 0,35

to be in charge.”

Easy enough for him to say, she wryly conceded. Her need to be in control was a fundamental part of who—

The thought, in fact all thoughts, were shattered as his thumbs brushed over her straining nipples, sending an electric current of sensation jolting through her.

Oh lord. Yes. Her toes curled. If this was how he took care of a woman, then she was all for handing him control.

He kissed a path up the tender curve of her throat, nuzzling below her ear while his fingers continued to torment the sensitive tips of her nipples. The air was filled with cherry-scented steam and raw male desire, wrapping them in a mist of privacy.

As if they were in their own world, she hazily acknowledged, her hands lifting to steady herself against the black tiles of the shower.

“This is dangerous,” she muttered.

“Yes,” he instantly agreed, giving the lobe of her ear a nip before he was stroking his lips downward. “But inevitable.”

Perhaps it was, she silently agreed, her back arching as his mouth continued its downward path, following the line of her spine. His touch was cool, but it seemed to brand her skin with fire, making her shudder in pleasure.

Astonishingly he went to his knees, his hands sliding down her hips before he was firmly tugging her legs apart. Unable to resist temptation, she turned her head to glance over her shoulder, a strange emotion piercing her heart at the sight of the male kneeling behind her, his power barely leashed as he tilted back his head to meet her startled gaze.

He looked like a pagan god with his stark male beauty, emphasized by the water that shimmered on his bronzed skin.

Holding her gaze, he leaned forward, using his lips and fangs along the lower curve of her back as he continued to inch her legs further apart.

A soft moan was torn from her lips. There was something unbearably intimate in watching him pleasure her. As if his touch was reaching someplace deep inside her.

Nibbling down the curve of her hip, he made a sound deep in his throat as he at last reached the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

“Deliciosa,” he murmured. “You taste of sweet jasmine.”

It was the sensation of his lips moving against her most responsive flesh that made her eyes slide shut in sinful pleasure. She hissed, her knees going weak. This was so good. Exactly what she’d been craving.

Then, while she was still adjusting to the light caress, his clever tongue was sliding through her tender cleft and the tingles of anticipation became a tidal wave of bliss.

“Santiago,” she groaned, her forehead pressed against the slick tiles.

“I’m here, cara,” he reassured her, his hands holding her hips steady as he continued his exquisite assault. “Let yourself go.”

Let yourself go . . .

Such simple words, but for a woman who maintained a rigid clamp on her every emotion, they were as difficult as telling her to walk into the sunlight.

Not that Santiago was giving her any option, she acknowledged with a shaken sigh. Prepared for his touch to be as hard and demanding as he was, she was caught off guard when the stroke of his tongue was a soft, seeking exploration. She quivered, her fingers digging into the tile.

Holy hell. This was . . . indecent. And so wickedly wonderful she couldn’t remember why she thought this would be a bad idea.

His tongue found the tiny bundle of nerves and her head tilted back as his steady licks sent a blaze of arousal through her body.

“Yes,” she muttered. “Don’t stop.”

“Not a force in this world would make me stop,” he growled.

Thank the gods. Her fangs lengthened and her entire body bowed as his soft strokes quickened, his hands firmly holding her in place.

Distantly she was aware of the warm cascade of water and the feel of Santiago’s power stirring the thick air. And if she tried hard enough she could sense each and every Harpy as they moved through the large building. But at the moment her only interest was in the acute pleasure that was rapidly spiraling toward an explosion she wasn’t sure she was going to survive.

And she didn’t give a damn.

She moaned softly, hanging on the cusp. She needed . . .

He shifted his head just a fraction, changing the pressure of his tongue. Yes. That was it. The small movement was enough to send her hurtling over the edge, and with a cry of sheer pleasure she crushed the tiles