Once Bitten, Twice Dead - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,120
working on the technology and intelligence angles. Working together, we’ll stop the crazies. I promise you. It may take a while, but we’ll get them all.” He raised her chin and placed a gentle kiss of promise on her lips. When he drew away, she smiled at him.
“Let’s help each other forget all our troubles for a little while. What do you say?”
“What do you have in mind, mon ange? You know I’m game for almost anything.” He gave her his most devilish smile.
“Nothing too dramatic.” She sat up again, straddling him as she worked her way down his hard body. “A long, slow lovemaking session might be just the ticket. I know you’re always game for that. You Cajun boys don’t ever seem to turn down a little lovin’.”
“A man would be a fool to turn down a gorgeous little sex kitten like you, Sarah.” His eyelids stood at half mast, making his every word ooze with sex appeal.
The look he gave her as she touched him could have set fire to ice and sent her pulses skyrocketing.
“Sex kitten?” She pretended to consider the phrase. “Nobody’s ever called me that before. I think I like it.” She purred in the back of her throat as she leaned in to lick the length of his hardening cock.
He made a growling sound as she met his eyes. “Do that again, sugar.”
She complied, loving the way he responded. He let her have her way for a good long while, and she enjoyed learning his body and how to make him quiver and moan. He was a solidly built behemoth of a man compared with her smaller frame. Having him at her mercy was a novel and extremely sensual experience.
“Do you like this?” she experimented, massaging his sac gently as she took him in her mouth. His groan of pleasure was her reward.
“Too much, chère.” He lifted her by the shoulders, bringing her mouth to meet his.
His kiss turned her upside down and inside out. Or maybe it felt that way because he was lifting and turning her as he drugged her senses with his long, slow, deep kisses. When she opened her eyes and he ended the kiss, she was on her back with him over her.
“Turnabout is fair play, or so they say, n’est-ce pas?”
“Mmm. You can turn me about any time, Captain.” She reached up to tangle one hand in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Her other hand went south, searching for the object of her desire. He was thick and long. Hard and ready. She didn’t want to wait.
“I’ll take you up on that, Officer.” Xavier licked his way down her body, starting at the hollow behind her ear, down over her throat, and then pausing for a good long while at her breasts. She loved the way he touched her, teasing her with gentle pinches while his mouth did wild things to excite her response.
He nipped her gently, causing a moan to rise from her throat. Then he followed up with tender, nibbling kisses over the sensitized skin, soothing and enflaming at the same time. He was a master at bringing her to the point of oblivion, then backing away to let her slide slowly down the slope. He did it to her three times before she growled in frustration. He only laughed.
“Anticipation makes the final moment better, mon amour. Don’t be greedy. I’ll give you all you can take and then some.” He punctuated each sentence with a gently biting kiss over her midsection, nibbling on the sides of her breasts and her quivering tummy. “We do this on my terms, love. My terms.” A harder bite to her nipple made her moan in ecstasy as he pinched the other peak between his talented fingers. “Who’s in charge here, Sarah?” He drew on her breast with a long, sucking motion. The engorged nipple popped out of his mouth with a nearly audible sound.
“You are,” she whispered.
“What did you say? I didn’t hear you.” The fingers of one hand roved downward to toy in the folds of her sex. He rubbed her clit, driving her need higher.
“You are.” She managed to say it louder this time, though she was gasping with near desperation.
“Louder.” His voice purred over her senses, a sensual rumble in the haze of her growing desire.
“You are, Xavier!” she cried out as she bucked against him, her climax washing over her in a tidal wave of pleasure.